CHAPTER VII.
THE SECRET KEY "Is Lady Trevlyn at home, Bedford ?" asked Paul, as he presented himself at an early hour next day, wearing the keen, stern expression which made him look ten years older than he was.
"No, sir, my lady and Miss Lillian went down to the Hall last night." "No ill news, I hope ?" And the young man's eye kindled as if he felt a crisis at hand.
"Not that I heard, sir.

Miss Lillian took one of her sudden whims and would have gone alone, if my lady hadn't given in much against her will, this being a time when she is better away from the place." "Did they leave no message for me ?" "Yes, sir.

Will you step in and read the note at your ease.

We are in sad confusion, but this room is in order." Leading the way to Lillian's boudoir, the man presented the note and retired.

A few hasty lines from my lady, regretting the necessity of this abrupt departure, yet giving no reason for it, hoping they might meet next season, but making no allusion to seeing him at the Hall, desiring Lillian's thanks and regards, but closing with no hint of Helen, except compliments.