As a result of the conversation in the picture-gallery the young artist, in compliance with an invitation of Lord Ridsdale, came over to Thorpe Castle.

Long before he came Marion had grown sick of the deception and weary of the chains that bound her.
She was naturally so frank, so open, that the need for concealment troubled her greatly.

She had the warmest affection for Lady Ridsdale.
She would have liked above all things to have trusted and confided in her.

It was torture to the girl to think that she was helping others to keep secret from her that which she ought to know.

She shrank from Miss Lyster.