I shall be in our grounds tomorrow morning about ten; let me see you there before you enter the house.

Your sincere friend, Valentine Charteris." All the world might have read the note--there was nothing wrong in it--good intentions and a kindly heart dictated it, but it worked fatal mischief.

When Ronald was leaving her mother's house, Miss Charteris openly placed the letter in his hands.
"This is the first note I have ever written to you," she said, with a smile.

"You must not refuse the request it contains." "I will send him home happy tomorrow," she thought, "he is easily influenced for good.

He must make up the misunderstanding with his pretty little wife--neither of them look happy." Ronald did not open the letter until he reached home.