Once more, as he bore her from the canoe to the carriage, he felt Maimie's arms clinging about his neck and heard her whisper, "You will not leave me, Ranald," and again he replied, "No, I will not leave you." Swiftly the De Lacy carriage bore them through the crooked, climbing streets of the city and out along the country road, then up a stately avenue of beeches, and drew up before the stone steps, of a noble old chateau.

Once more Ranald lifted Maimie in his arms and carried her up the broad steps, and through the great oak-paneled hall into Madame De Lacy's own cosy sitting-room, and there he laid her safely in a snug nest of cushions prepared for her.

There was nothing more to do, but to say good by and come away, but it was Harry that first brought this to Ranald's mind.
"Good by, Ranald," said Maimie, smiling up into his face.

"I cannot thank you for all you have done to-day, but I am sure Madame De Lacy will let you come to see me sometimes." "I shall be always glad to see you," said the little lady, with gentle, old-fashioned courtesy, "for we both owe much to you this day." "Thank you," said Ranald, quietly, "I will come," and passed out of the room, followed by Harry and Kate.
At the great hall door, Kate stood and watched them drive away, waving her hand in farewell.
"Good by," cried Harry, "don't forget us in your stately palace," but Ranald made no reply.

He had no thought for her.