She spoke imperiously, flung off the cloak, and put him from her. He

rose at once, saying, like one waking suddenly from a pleasant dream, "I

do indeed forget myself."

Here the sound of voices broke on them, nearer than before. Pointing to

a covered walk that led to the house, he said, in his usually cool, calm

tone, "Go in that way; I will cover your retreat." And turning, he went

to meet the merry hunters.

Half an hour later, when the party broke up, Miss Muir joined them in

her usual quiet dress, looking paler, meeker, and sadder than usual.

Coventry saw this, though he neither looked at her nor addressed her.

Lucia saw it also, and was glad that the dangerous girl had fallen back

into her proper place again, for she had suffered much that night. She

appropriated her cousin's arm as they went through the park, but he was

in one of his taciturn moods, and all her attempts at conversation were

in vain. Miss Muir walked alone, singing softly to herself as she

followed in the dusk. Was Gerald so silent because he listened to that

fitful song? Lucia thought so, and felt her dislike rapidly deepening

to hatred.

When the young friends were gone, and the family were exchanging

good-nights among themselves, Jean was surprised by Coventry's offering

his hand, for he had never done it before, and whispering, as he held

it, though Lucia watched him all the while, "I have not given my

advice, yet."

"Thanks, I no longer need it. I have decided for myself."

"May I ask how?"

"To brave my enemy."

"Good! But what decided you so suddenly?"

"The finding of a friend." And with a grateful glance she was gone.




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