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"Only a month, I'm afraid. We think we'll go on to New Zealand by the next steamer.... You don't remember ever hearing my father speak of an old friend of his--George Hardie?"

"Hardie?... I don't know..."

"I'm traveling with Mr. Hardie's son, Alan. He was named for my father and I was named for his."

Mauri glanced up with a startled expression.

"Hardie... Yes, I do remember that name now! Aué! Yes... Why... was he the man you went to live with in England?"

"That's the one. And I've lived in the Hardie family ever since. Alan is just my age. We've grown up together."

Mauri fell silent again. McLeod could see that she had been profoundly moved by this unexpected meeting, and was both surprised and touched by her agitation.

"I'm glad you remember about me, Mauri," he said. "I didn't suppose you would. I'm afraid I've disturbed you, coming like this. I should have let you know, in advance."

"No, no. It is a great surprise to see you, and a great pleasure. But... if you will excuse me a little? I've forgotten something in the valley. I must go back."