CHAPTER II.
MARIAN'S STORY.
The days passed, and there was no more dulness or emptiness for Gilbert Fenton in his life at Lidford.

He went every day to the white-walled cottage on the green.

It was easy enough to find some fresh excuse for each visit--a book or a piece of music which he had recommended to Miss Nowell, and had procured from London for her, or something of an equally frivolous character.

The Captain was always cordial, always pleased to see him.

His visits were generally made in the evening; and it was his delight to linger over the pretty little round table by the bow-window, drinking tea dispensed by Marian.