But Miss Arleigh did not look delighted; she was thinking more of how she could keep such a secret from her good, kind guardians than of any pleasure in meeting her lover.

He came; she lingered by Lady Ridsdale’s side during his reception.  The thought did certainly pass through Lord Ridsdale’s mind that Allan Lyster was very young and very handsome to be drawing-master of a young ladies’ school; but not for the world would he have breathed such a thought to any one living, lest it should injure him.  Lord Ridsdale was courtesy itself to his young guest.  He pointed out to him the finest pictures; he took him over the woods to show him where the most picturesque scenery lay; he took him to the library and introduced to his notice some of the finest works of art.

When they came to compare notes Lord and Lady Ridsdale quite disagreed over Allan.  The gentleman liked him, he thought him clever, gifted and intellectual; Lady Ridsdale, with the keener sense belonging to women, read his character more clearly.

“He is not true,” she said.  “His eyes have never once met mine with a frank, clear look; either he has something to conceal, or his natural disposition is anything but candid.”

Lady Ridsdale did not like him, but with some of the visitors at Thorpe Castle he was very popular.  His talents were appreciated and admired.  One gentleman, Sir Thomas Ashburnham, ordered a picture from him; another purchased a series of sketches; and a third invited him to a grand old castle in the North where he could make himself familiar with some of the finest rugged scenery in Scotland.

So that in one sense his visit was a complete success.  He increased his social importance; he made friends who would be of great value to him; but, so far as Marion was concerned, it was a complete, dead failure.  He had expected long interviews with her; he had thought of long and pleasant hours in the grounds; he had pictured to himself how she would renew her vows of fidelity to him; how she would listen, as she had done before, to his love-making, and perhaps even seem fonder to him than she had ever done before.

Instead of which she certainly shrank from him.  Never once during the whole of his stay at Thorpe Castle did he contrive to get one tete-a-tete with her.  If he wrote a little note asking her to meet him in the shrubbery or the grounds, or to give him five minutes in the conservatory, her answer was always that she was engaged.  If he rose earlier than usual, hoping to meet her in the breakfast-room, she invariably remained later than usual upstairs.  He could not, contrive as he would, obtain five minutes with her.  In vain he asked his sister to manage an interview for him; Marion seemed instinctively aware of what she wanted.  When Miss Lyster suggested a walk in the garden, Marion, knowing that her brother would be sure to appear, declined it.  Her only safeguard lay in continually seeking Lady Ridsdale’s society.