A sudden change of front on the Baronet's part was unusual; but as she watched with sinking heart she could not conceal from herself the fact that Flockart now exercised considerable influence over her father--an influence which in some matters had already proved to be greater than her own.
It was of this man Walter spoke.

"I have a regret, dearest--nay, more than a regret, a fear--in leaving you here alone," he exclaimed in a low, distinct voice, gazing into the blue, fathomless depths of those eyes so very dear to him.
"A fear! Why ?" she asked in some surprise, returning his look.
"Because of that man--your mother's friend," he said.

"Recently I have heard some curious tales concerning him.

I really wonder why Sir Henry still retains him as his guest." "Why need we speak of him ?" she exclaimed quickly, for the subject was distasteful.
"Because I wish you to be forewarned," he said in a serious voice.

"That man is no fitting companion for you.