Mrs.Wade, exhausted by stress of emotion, by the efforts of her scheming brain, lay back as if she had abandoned the contest; Denzil, his face working ceaselessly, stared through the windows.

When they were nearing their destination, the widow leaned towards him.
"I have done my best for you.

I have nothing so much at heart as your welfare--and Lilian's." He pressed her hand, too much disturbed to think of the singular way in which she spoke.

Then the vehicle stopped.

Denzil assisted his companion to alight, and, whilst she was opening the house-door, bade the coachman go up and down till he was summoned.