As he approached the gallery, he met Lucretia, who was coming from her own room.

"Sir Miles has sent for me," he said meaningly.

He had time for no more, for the valet was at the door of the gallery, waiting to usher him to his host.

"Ha! you will say not a word that can betray us; guard your looks too!" whispered Lucretia, hurriedly; "afterwards, join me by the cedars." She passed on towards the staircase, and glanced at the large clock that was placed there.

"Past eleven! Vernon is never up before twelve.