card. She looked at it first carelessly, then with a close scrutiny, and she suddenly gazed earnestly at him.
"Had you ever an uncle named Nathaniel?" she asked.
Goulburn laughed.
"Poor old Uncle Nat!" he said. "Yes, I had. I can just remember him. He went to the United States when I was a boy, and we never heard of him afterwards. Why?—is it possible that you ever met him?"
"No," she answered, "but I have heard of him—through friends. This is a small world. Now I must go. You go that way—I this."
With a smile and a wave of her hand she had gained the other side of the clearing before he could say more. She paused on the bank, turned, and flashed another smile on him.
"I said this is a small world!" she called to him. "So Au revoir!"
Then she was gone, and Goulburn set off across the Downs to the station. And as he went he said to himself more than once—
"Au revoir!"
