CHAPTER X.
THE REVELATION.
Next morning, at breakfast, Captain Danton was back; but Reginald's handsome face, and easy flow of conversation, were missing.

George Howard, it appeared, was going on a skating excursion some miles off, that day, and had prevailed on Mr.Stanford to remain and accompany him.
Rose felt about as desolate as if she had been shipwrecked on a desert island.

There was a pang of jealousy mingled with the desolation, too.
Emily Howard was a sparkling brunette, a coquette, an heiress, and a belle.

Was it the skating excursion or Emily's big black eyes that had tempted him to linger?
Perhaps Emily would go with them skating, and Rose knew how charming piquant little Miss Howard was on skates.
It was a miserable morning altogether, and Rose tormented herself in true orthodox lover-like style.

She roamed about the house aimlessly, pulling out her watch perpetually to look at the hour, and sighing drearily.