"Odd things happen to one," said Arthur. "One goes along smoothly enough, one thing following another, and it's all very jolly and plain sailing, and you think you know all about it, and suddenly one doesn't know where one is a bit, and everything seems different from what it used to seem. Now to-day, coming up that path, riding behind you, I seemed to see everything as if--" he paused and plucked a piece of grass up by the roots. He scattered the little lumps of earth which were sticking to the roots--"As if it had a kind of meaning. You've made the difference to me," he jerked out, "I don't see why I shouldn't tell you.