’I think the view of the house from the park, just after we passed the bridge, particularly fine,’ said Miss Assher, interposing rather eagerly, as if she feared her mother might be making infelicitous speeches, ’and the pleasure of the first glimpse was all the greater because Anthony would describe nothing to us beforehand.  He would not spoil our first impressions by raising false ideas.  I long to go over the house, Sir Christopher, and learn the history of all your architectural designs, which Anthony says have cost you so much time and study.’

‘Take care how you set an old man talking about the past, my dear,’ said the Baronet; ’I hope we shall find something pleasanter for you to do than turning over my old plans and pictures.  Our friend Mr. Gilfil here has found a beautiful mare for you and you can scour the country to your heart’s content.  Anthony has sent us word what a horsewoman you are.’

Miss Assher turned to Mr. Gilfil with her most beaming smile, and expressed her thanks with the elaborate graciousness of a person who means to be thought charming, and is sure of success.

‘Pray do not thank me,’ said Mr. Gilfil, ’till you have tried the mare.  She has been ridden by Lady Sara Linter for the last two years; but one lady’s taste may not be like another’s in horses, any more than in other matters.’

While this conversation was passing, Captain Wybrow was leaning against the mantelpiece, contenting himself with responding from under his indolent eyelids to the glances Miss Assher was constantly directing towards him as she spoke.  ‘She is very much in love with him,’ thought Caterina.  But she was relieved that Anthony remained passive in his attentions.  She thought, too, that he was looking paler and more languid than usual.  ’If he didn’t love her very much—­if he sometimes thought of the past with regret, I think I could bear it all, and be glad to see Sir Christopher made happy.’

During dinner there was a little incident which confirmed these thoughts.  When the sweets were on the table, there was a mould of jelly just opposite Captain Wybrow, and being inclined to take some himself, he first invited Miss Assher, who coloured, and said, in rather a sharper key than usual, ’Have you not learned by this time that I never take jelly?’

‘Don’t you?’ said Captain Wybrow, whose perceptions were not acute enough for him to notice the difference of a semitone.  ’I should have thought you were fond of it.  There was always some on the table at Farleigh, I think.’

‘You don’t seem to take much interest in my likes and dislikes.’

‘I’m too much possessed by the happy thought that you like me,’ was the ex officio reply, in silvery tones.

This little episode was unnoticed by every one but Caterina.  Sir Christopher was listening with polite attention to Lady Assher’s history of her last man-cook, who was first-rate at gravies, and for that reason pleased Sir John—­he was so particular about his gravies, was Sir John:  and so they kept the man six years in spite of his bad pastry.  Lady Cheverel and Mr. Gilfil were smiling at Rupert the bloodhound, who had pushed his great head under his master’s arm, and was taking a survey of the dishes, after snuffing at the contents of the Baronet’s plate.