CHAPTER X.
A SHAFT FROM CUPID'S QUIVER.
It was fully ten o'clock, and the hunting-party were ready to start, when Sir Everard Kingsland joined them, looking handsome and happy as a young prince in his very becoming hunting costume.
Of course the young baronet's first look was for Lady Louise--he scarcely glanced at the rest.

She was just being assisted into the saddle by the devoted George Grosvenor, but she turned to Sir Everard and graciously held out her gauntleted hand.
"Once more," she said, "almost late.

Laggard! I shall quarrel with you one of these days if you do not learn to be more punctual." "You will never have to reproach me again," he said.

"Had I known you would have honored my absence by a thought, you should not have had to reproach me now." "Very pretty, indeed, Sir Everard.

But don't waste your time paying compliments this morning.