But if Scotch moors and forests were dangerous, what were Irish cliffs! Deer-stalking was bad in her imagination.

She was almost sure that when men went up to Scotch forests they did not go to church on Sundays.

But the idea of seal-shooting was much more horrible.

And then there was that priest who was the only friend of the widow who had the daughter! On the morning of the day in which Fred was to reach the Manor, Lady Scroope did speak to her husband.

"Don't you think, my dear, that something might be done to prevent Fred's returning to that horrid country ?" "What can we do ?" "I suppose he would wish to oblige you.