From unexpected nooks she emerged to view the landscape o'er; by devious paths she led her doubts to the gates of absolute certainty, and then sat down to shudder to her heart's content.

It was all true! For four hours she had been trying to get to the spot where she could see with her own eyes, and at last she had come to it.

Of course, she had to admit to herself that she did not actually hear Mr.Medcroft tell Constance that he loved her, but it was enough for her that he sat with her in the semi-darkness for two unbroken hours, speaking in tones so low that they might just as well have been whispering so far as her taut ears were concerned.
Moreover, other persons than herself had smilingly nudged each other and referred to the couple as lovers; no one seemed to doubt it--nor to resent it, which is proof that the world loves a lover when it recognises him as one.
Mrs.Rodney also discovered that Mrs.Medcroft went to her room at nine o'clock, at least three hours before the subdued tete-a-tete came to an end.

The poor thing doubtless was crying her eyes out, decided Mrs.
Rodney.
And now, after all this, is it to be considered surprising that the distressed mother of Katherine did not sleep well that night?
Nor should her wakefulness be laid at the door of the tired Mr.Rodney, who was ever a firm and stentorian sleeper.
Morning came, and with it a horseback ride for Brock and Miss Fowler.
That was enough for Mrs.Rodney; she would hold in no longer.

Mrs.
Odell-Carney must be told; she, at least, must have the chance to escape before the storm of scandal broke to muddy her immaculate skirts.
Forthwith the considerate hostess appeared before her guest with a headful of disclosures.