CHAPTER XXII.
It was striking one when Mrs.Wade came in sight of the Quarriers' house.

At this hour Quarrier was expected at home for luncheon.

He arrived whilst the visitor still waited for an answer to her ring at the door.
"But haven't you seen Lily?
She told me"---- "Yes, I have seen her.

She is at the cottage." A peculiarity in her tone arrested his attention, and the look of joyous excitement which had been fixed upon his face these last few days changed to anxious inquiry.
"What's the matter ?" "She is quite well--don't imagine accidents.

But I must speak to you in private." The door had opened.