On drawing near the gate his attention was attracted by the sight of one of the bedrooms blinking into a state of illumination.

In it stood Grace lighting several candles, her right hand elevating the taper, her left hand on her bosom, her face thoughtfully fixed on each wick as it kindled, as if she saw in every flame's growth the rise of a life to maturity.

He wondered what such unusual brilliancy could mean to-night.

On getting in-doors he found her father and step-mother in a state of suppressed excitement, which at first he could not comprehend.
"I am sorry about my biddings to-day," said Giles.

"I don't know what I was doing.