COUSIN SIBYLLE I could see in my uncle's grim face as he looked at us the keenest satisfaction contending with surprise at this sign of our sudden reconciliation.

All trace of his recent anger seemed to have left him as he addressed his daughter, but in spite of his altered tone I noticed that her eyes looked defiance and distrust.
'I have some papers of importance to look over,' said he.

'For an hour or so I shall be engaged.

I can guess that Louis would like to see the old place once again, and I am sure that he could not have a better guide than you, Sibylle, if you will take him over it.' She raised no objection, and for my part I was overjoyed at the proposal, as it gave me an opportunity of learning more of this singular cousin of mine, who had told me so much and yet seemed to know so much more.

What was the meaning of this obscure warning which she had given me against her father, and why was she so frankly anxious to know about my love affairs?
These were the two questions which pressed for an answer.