Good-by, and good luck!" She withdrew into her own room.

Arnold locked the sitting-room door, and stretched himself on the sofa for the night.
* * * * * The morning was bright, the air was delicious after the storm.
Arnold had gone, as he had promised, before Anne was out of her room.
It was understood at the inn that important business had unexpectedly called him south.

Mr.Bishopriggs had been presented with a handsome gratuity; and Mrs.Inchbare had been informed that the rooms were taken for a week certain.
In every quarter but one the march of events had now, to all appearance, fallen back into a quiet course.

Arnold was on his way to his estate; Blanche was safe at Windygates; Anne's residence at the inn was assured for a week to come.

The one present doubt was the doubt which hung over Geoffrey's movements.