To discover him now, after all that he had acknowledged, walking about the grounds at Hardyman's farm, took her Ladyship completely by surprise.

"Good Heavens!" she exclaimed, in her loudest tones, "what are you doing here ?" "You mentioned Mr.Hardyman's garden party, my Lady, when I had the honor of waiting on you," Moody answered.

"Thinking over it afterward, it seemed the fittest occasion I could find for making a little wedding present to Miss Isabel.

Is there any harm in my asking Mr.Hardyman to let me put the present on her plate, so that she may see it when she sits down to luncheon?
If your Ladyship thinks so, I will go away directly, and send the gift by post." Lady Lydiard looked at him attentively.

"You don't despise the girl," she asked, "for selling herself for rank and money?
I do--I can tell you!" Moody's worn white face flushed a little.