Jonathan started when he came upon his present obsesson, the vicar’s daughter, sleeping among the leaves and vines on the vicarage. They had agreed that she would find a hiding place there for them to rendezvous without being seen by nosy neighbors or her parents. Lurking about the estate, he was late arriving. And now he hated to wake her, as she seemed so at peace, something she rarely accomplished being the only child of the village’s harsh and tyrannical moral judge. He simply sat beside her and let her sleep in her perfect hiding place.