If he were staying in the neighbourhood, he must inevitably learn something of Susie's story.

Would it not be well for her to tell him?
"She is not married!" said Celia, in a whisper.
"Oh, lord," said Reggie, "I'm sorry! Poor girl!" There was no more light-hearted chatter; he became absent-minded; indeed, they were almost silent till they were close upon the lodge gates.
"You must go back now," said Celia.
"Must I?
I say, when can I see you again; and how soon?
May I write to you and fix up an appointment, or will you write to me?
You will, won't you, Miss Grant ?" "Yes," said Celia.

"I want to hear how the novel goes on.

Perhaps Lady Gridborough will let us come to tea at the Grange, if I ask her." They were shaking hands, when they both saw Lord Heyton crossing the lawn.

Reggie looked at him in silence for a moment; then he said:-- "That one of the swells of the house ?" "That is Lord Heyton, the Marquess's son," said Celia.
"Friend of yours ?" Reggie inquired.
"No!" escaped Celia's lips.
Reggie turned his eyes to her quickly.
"Glad of that!" he said.