On my last visit to Lorna, I had promised not to go to the valley
for two months. When the eight weeks ended, I climbed up there
again. But although I waited until the moon came up, Lorna did
not come.
I went again the next day with a present of fish and eggs,
which I put in a little bed of grass near the edge of the water. As 1
was putting them there, I saw a man coming slowly down the
valley. I quickly hid behind a tree. The man came nearer, and I
saw that his face was cold and cruel.
He came to the edge of the water and saw the eggs and fish.
'So!' he cried angrily, 'Charlie's leaving presents here
for Lorna!'
The man's face became black with anger, and I guessed that he
was Carver Doone. This was the man who wanted to marry
Lorna! He took the fish and the eggs and went away. I waited,
but Lorna did not come. All the beauty of the evening had gone.