It seemed that the Marquess also was an early riser; for she saw his figure, pacing one of the walks, his eyes fixed on the ground.

She was going in his direction, and Roddy, catching sight of him, bounded towards him.

The Marquess saw her, raised his hat, and turned.

It seemed to Celia that he wished to avoid her, and she went on her way--the dog returning to her--and re-entered the house.

She did not know whether to expect a visit in the library from the Marquess; and every now and then, when she heard his footstep or his voice, she paused in her work with something like apprehension.