He is afraid that _she_ may fall ill next, poor soul, if she doesn't get air and exercise." In Mrs.Linley's own interests, Randal resolved on advising her to write to her husband by the messenger; explaining that she was not to blame for the inexcusable delay which had already taken place.

Without a word more to Mrs.Presty, he hastened out of the room.

That inveterately distrustful woman called him back.

She desired to know where he was going, and why he was in a hurry.
"I am going to the garden," Randal answered.
"To speak to Catherine ?" "Yes." "Needless trouble, my dear Randal.

She will be back in a quarter of an hour, and she will pass through this room on her way upstairs." Another quarter of an hour was a matter of no importance to Mrs.Presty! Randal took his own way--the way into the garden.
His silence and his determination to join his sister-in-law roused Mrs.
Presty's ready suspicions; she concluded that he was bent on making mischief between her daughter and herself.