CHAPTER VIII.
A WONDERFUL OFFER On my little table lay the letter I expected, large, square, and white.
I tore it open with trembling fingers.

The handwriting was firm and yet delicate.

I knew at once whose it was.
"Rowchester, Tuesday.
"DEAR MR.

DUCAINE,--My father wishes me to say that he and Lord Chelsford will call upon you to-morrow morning, between ten and eleven o'clock .-- With best regards, I am, "Yours sincerely, "ANGELA HARBERLY." The letter slipped from my hands on to the table.

Lord Chelsford was a Cabinet Minister and a famous man.