If ever and anon a cold fear crept into his heart that simple, pretty Dora would be sadly out of place in that magnificent house, he dashed it from him.

Miss Charteris slept calmly, too, but her dreams were different from Ronald's.

She thought of the time when she would be mistress of that fair domain, and the wife of its brave young lord.

She loved him well.

No one had ever pleased her as he had--no one would ever charm her again.