And, as I have a little magisterial business to transact down in the village, it is time I was off.

Adieu, my own love! Forget the harsh words, and be my own happy, radiant, beautiful bride once more." She lifted her face and smiled--a smile as wan and fleeting as moonlight on snow.
Sir Everard hastened to his room to dress, striving with all his might to drive every suspicion out of his mind.
And she--she flung herself on the sofa, face downward, and lay there as if she never cared to rise again.
"Papa, papa!" she wailed, "what have you done--what have you done ?" All that day Lady Kingsland kept her room.

Her maid brought her what she wanted.

Sir Everard returned at the appointed hour, looking gloomy and downcast.
His evening at his mother's had not been a pleasant one--that was evident.

Perhaps some vague hint of the darkening mystery had already reached The Grange.
"My mother feels rather hurt, Harrie," he said, somewhat coldly, "that you did not accompany me.