CHAPTER VII.
THE DISCLOSURE.
Winter had far advanced; its reign of severity and pitiless defiance was near its end.

Already the genial days of joyous spring were heralded by a vigorous effort of the shrubs and plants to show themselves in resistance to the tyrannizing sway of the ice-crowned monarch.

An occasional note from the returning songster was welcomed as the brightest harbinger of the truly delightful season.

Merry voices mingled in tones of deep gratitude as they once more sallied forth to enjoy the pleasure of the woods.
None were more exultant than the inmates of Government House.

From Sir Howard to the child at the feet of Lady Douglas, all shared alike in the pleasure of anticipation.