I cut up rough when I'm worried." "Oh, I don't mind a bit!" exclaimed Mrs.Gallantry, gaily.
"But I do," was Lady Ogram's rejoinder, which again made her laugh, with the result that she had to sink back into her chair, waving an impatient adieu as Mr.Gallantry's long, loose figure bowed before her.
Constance Bride had left the room for a moment; she returned with a thin pamphlet in her hand, which, after taking leave of Mr.and Mrs.
Gallantry, she silently offered to Lashmar.
"Ah, this is the Report," said Dyce.

"Many thanks." He stood rustling the leaves with an air of much interest.

On turning towards his hostess, about to utter some complimentary remark, he saw that Lady Ogram was sitting with her head bent forward and her eyes closed; but for the position of her hands, each grasping an arm of the chair, one would have imagined that she had fallen asleep.

Dyce glanced at Constance, who had resumed her seat, and was watching the old lady.
A minute passed in complete silence, then Lady Ogram gave a start, recovered herself, and fixed her look upon the visitor.
"How old are you ?" she asked, in a voice which had become less distinct, as if through fatigue.
"Seven and twenty, Lady Ogram." "And your father is a clergyman ?" "My father is vicar of Alverholme, in Northamptonshire." She added a few short, sharp questions, concerning his family and his education, which Dyce answered succinctly.
"Would you like to see something of Rivenoak?
If so, Miss Bride will show you about." "With pleasure," replied the young man.
"Very well.

You lunch with us to-morrow.