THE MORNING Day broke upon a world of streaming rain.

Stella sat before a meal spread in the dining-room and wanly watched it.

Peter hovered near her; she had a suspicion that the meal was somehow of his contriving.

But how he had arrived she had not the least idea and was too weary to ask.
Tommy had fallen into natural sleep, and Ralston had persuaded her to leave him in his care for a while, promising to send for her at once if occasion arose.

She had left Monck there also, but she fancied Ralston did not mean to let him stay.