CHAPTER XIV.
WHEN Mr.and Mrs.Craig entered the breakfast-room, they saw, to their surprise, General Abercrombie and his wife sitting in their usual places.

They bowed to each other, as was their custom on meeting at the table.
The face of Mrs.Abercrombie was pale and her features pinched.

She had the appearance of one who had been ill and was just recovering, or of one who had endured exhausting pain of mind or body.

She arose from the table soon after Mr.and, Mrs.Craig made their appearance, and retired with her husband from the room.
"The general is all out of sorts this morning," remarked a lady as soon as they were gone.
"And so is Mrs.Abercrombie," said another.

"Dissipation does not agree with them.