"The son of a friend," explained the poet.
"I must look for Madge at once," cried Miss Gerald, gathering up her books.
"May we search together—you know the proverb about the heads?"
She laughed.
"If you like," she said, and they followed the stream together.
"You are the poet, are you not?" asked Miss Gerald presently.
"A mere amateur."
"Lady Chantrey has a copy of your works. I have read some of them."
"I trust they gave you pleasure—at any rate amusement."