Though there's no cause for you to be nervous at meeting his lordship, for he's one of the kindest of men, especially to anyone in his service." Celia ate her dinner and returned to the library, where she worked for a couple of hours to make up for the time she had lost in the afternoon; then she took up an exquisitely-bound copy of Spenser's "Faerie Queene" and settled herself in a chair for half an hour's quiet reading.

But the great masterpiece could not hold her attention; she let it lie on her lap and thought of her adventures of the day; she tried not to dwell on Susie's tragedy, though it was difficult not to do so; and presently her mind reverted to Brown's Buildings, to Mr.Clendon and the young man she had rescued.

And yet "rescued," she thought, with a sigh, was scarcely the word, for, unwittingly, she had made him a fugitive and an outcast.
The great house was quiet, and, relying on Mrs.Dexter's assurance that she ran no risk of intruding upon the Marquess, she turned out the lights and went into the hall.

On the threshold she drew back, with a little flutter of excitement, for in the dim light of the great fire, which was always burning, she saw a tall, thin figure in evening dress standing with its hands clasped behind it.

It was the Marquess.