It puzzled Mrs.Tynn, now, to think how it could have got in.
"I'll not tell Tynn," she soliloquised--she and Tynn being somewhat inclined to take opposite sides of a question, in social intercourse--"and I'll not say a word to my mistress.

I'll go straight off now and give it into the hands of Mr.Lionel.What a blessed thing!--If he should be come into his own!" The inclosed paved court before Lady Verner's residence had a broad flower-bed round it.

It was private from the outer world, save for the iron gates, and here Decima and Lucy Tempest were fond of lingering on a fine day.

On this afternoon of Mary Tynn's discovery, they were there with Lionel.

Decima went indoors for some string to tie up a fuchsia plant, just as Tynn appeared at the iron gates.