“I scarcely know with what intent myself; but if I can rightly understand my own impulse, it was more with a view to divert him from his deadly object, than to slay —­and this impression acquires strength from the fact of my having missed him—­I am almost sorry now that I did.”

“Perhaps,” said Miss Montgomerie, “you might have slain one worthier than him you sought to save.  As one of your oldest poets sings—­’whatever it is right.—­”

“What!” exclaimed the younger Grantham with emphasis “Can Miss Montgomerie then form any idea of the persons who figured in that scene?”

Most of the party looked at the questioner with surprise.  Gerald frowned, and, for the first time in his life, entertained a feeling of anger against his brother.  In no way moved or piqued by the demand, Miss Montgomerie calmly replied.

“I can see no just reason for such inference, Mr. Grantham; I merely stated a case of possibility, without anything which can refer to the merit of either of the parties.”

Henry Grantham felt that he was rebuked—­but although he could not avoid something like an apologetical explanation of his remark, he was not the more favorably disposed towards her who had forced it from him.  In this feeling he was confirmed by the annoyance he felt at having been visited by the anger of the brother to whom he was so attached.  Arrived at Hog Island, and equipped with their guns and fishing rods, the gentlemen dispersed in quest of game, some threading the mazes of the wood in pursuit of the various birds that frequent the vicinity, the others seeking these points of the island where the dense foliage affords a shade to the numerous delicately flavoured fish, which, luxuriating in the still deep water, seek relief from the heat of summer.  To these latter sportsmen, the ladies of the party principally attached themselves, quitting them only at intervals to collect pebbles on the sands, or to saunter about the wood, in search of the wild flowers or fruits that abounded along its skirt, while the servants busied themselves in erecting the marquee and making preparation for dinner.

Among those who went in pursuit of game were the Granthams, who, like most Canadians, were not only excellent shots, but much given to a sport in which they had had considerable practice in early boyhood.  For a short time they had continued with their, companions, but as the wood became thicker, and their object consequently more attainable by dispersion, they took a course parallel with the point at which the fishers had assembled, while their companions continued to move in an opposite direction.  There was an unusual reserve in the manner of the brothers as they now wound through the intricacies of the wood.  Each appeared to feel that the other had given him cause for displeasure and each—­unwilling to introduce the subject most at his heart—­availed himself with avidity rather of the several opportunities which the starting