Mr.Richards, the recluse, was the midnight walker--Mr.Richards, who was no invalid at all; and who, shut up all day, came out in the dead of night, when the household were asleep, to take the air in the grounds.

There, in the solemn hush of her room, Rose's thoughtless words came back to her like a revelation.
"Where there is secrecy there is guilt." When the family met at breakfast, Grace looked at Kate with a new interest.

But the quiet face told nothing; she was a little pale; but the violet eyes were as starry, and the smile as bright as ever.

The English mail had come in, and letters for her and her father lay on the table.

There was one, in a bold, masculine hand, with a coat-of-arms on the seal, that brought the rosy blood in an instant to her face.