"_Wednesday morning_." She was quite capable of putting this and that together, and by a momentary mental process she arrived at an exceedingly correct estimate of her father's invitation.

Her blue eyes scintillated beneath her dropped lids; and, though she went calmly on tying the feather to the fishing-fly she was making, she said, in a hurried and unsteady voice, "I know he will be disagreeable, and I have made up my mind to dislike him." Julius Sandal arrived the next morning when the ladies were preparing for church.

He had passed the night at Ambleside, and driven over to Sandal in the first cool hours of the day.

The squire was walking about the garden, and he saw the carriage enter the park gates.

He said nothing to any one, but laid down his pipe, and went to meet it.