The Squire--his daughter could not deny it--had behaved abominably.

But of all of his fume and fret, his unreasonable complaints and selfish attempts to make her fix the very day and hour of her return, Elizabeth had taken no notice.

Go she would, at once; and she would make no promises as to the exact date of her return.

But on the morning before she went she had worked superhumanly to put things in order, whether for her typist, or Captain Dell, or Pamela, who must at least take over the housekeeping.

The relations between her and Miss Bremerton that morning had struck Mrs.Gaddesden as odd--certainly not cordial.