HOW RYLTON'S HEART CONDEMNS HIM.

AND HOW, AS HE WALKS, A SERPENT STINGS HIM.

AND HOW HE IS RECOVERED OF HIS WOUND.

AND HOW THE LITTLE RIFT IS MENDED--BUT WITH TOO FINE THREAD.
Rylton had gone to his own room in a strange frame of mind.

He called it aggrieved, but, _au fond_, there were some grains of remorse at the bottom of it.