If you will permit us, we will both do ourselves the pleasure of dining with you to-morrow." "It shall be precisely as the Prince and Princess of Kingsland please.
My poor board will be only too much honored." "It is natural, I suppose," he thought, riding homeward.

"The contrast between Kingsland Court and The Grange is striking.

She is jealous and angry and hurt--poor mother! Harrie must come with me to-morrow, and try to please her." But when to-morrow came Harrie had a headache, and the baronet was obliged to go alone.
There was an ominous light in his mother's eyes, and a look of troubled inquiry in Mildred's face that told him a revelation was coming.
His mother's eyes transfixed him the instant he appeared.
"I thought your wife was coming ?" "Harriet had a shocking bad headache.

She has been ill all day," he replied, hastily.

"It was quite impossible for her to leave her room.
She regrets----" "That will do, Everard!" His mother rose as she spoke, with a short laugh.