"Please tell me if that path leads to the Manor House," he said.
Amaryllis saw a tall, well-made figure, a face clean-shaven and deeply sun-burnt, and under the lifted hat caught a glimpse of sleek black hair. But when she saw his eyes, she knew his name, for they were the bluest she had ever seen.
"Yes," she said. "I think you must be Mr. Richard Bellamy."
"I am," he said. "How did you know?"
"Sir Randal Bellamy was telling us about you," she answered. "I am Miss Caldegard. My father and I are staying with Sir Randal. Yes, over the stile is your quickest way to the house." And she looked down the road.
"Aren't you coming, too?" asked Dick Bellamy.
Amaryllis looked at him for a moment.
"Perhaps I'd better," she said, going towards the stile.
"Why 'better'?" he asked.
"There is no one to receive you," she replied. "Besides, the village isn't very interesting."