'I need not ask--you have come from Lady Dunstane,' she said.

'Is she well ?' 'She is deeply anxious.' 'You are cold.

Empty houses are colder than out of doors.

You shall soon have a fire.' She begged him to be seated.
The small glow of candle-light made her dark rich colouring orange in shadow.
'House and grounds are open to a tenant,' she resumed.

'I say good-bye to them to-morrow morning.