To-morrow he will be himself again." It was quite evident that she was used to these attacks.

The young men bowed respectfully and departed.
Sir Everard was in little humor, as he went slowly and moodily homeward, for his mother's lecture.
"There is some secret in Captain Hunsden's life," he thought, "and his daughter shares it.

Some secret, perhaps, of shame and disgrace--some bar sinister in their shield; and, good heavens! I am mad enough to love her--I, a Kingsland, of Kingsland, whose name and escutcheon are without a blot! What do I know of her antecedents or his?
My mother spoke of some mystery in his past life; and there is a look of settled gloom in his face that nothing seems able to remove.

Lord Ernest Strathmore, too--he must come to complicate matters.

She is the most glorious creature the sun shines on; and if I don't ask her to be my wife, she will be my Lady Strathmore before the moon wanes!".