"I know one who does." "Don't talk of Mr.Middleton, for heaven's sake," said Gwendolen, hastily, a quick blush spreading over her face and neck; "that is Anna's chant.

I hear the hounds.

Let us go on." She put her chestnut to a canter, and Rex had no choice but to follow her.

Still he felt encouraged.

Gwendolen was perfectly aware that her cousin was in love with her; but she had no idea that the matter was of any consequence, having never had the slightest visitation of painful love herself.