The cool morning breeze blew steadily.

Towering white clouds sailed in grand procession over the heavens, now obscuring, and now revealing the sun.
Yellow light and purple shadow chased each other over the broad brown surface of the moor--even as hope and fear chased each other over Anne's mind, brooding on what might come to her with the coming time.
She turned away, weary of questioning the impenetrable future, and went back to the inn.
Crossing the hall she looked at the clock.

It was past the hour when the train from Perthshire was due in London.

Geoffrey and his brother were, at that moment, on their way to Lord Holchester's house.
THIRD SCENE .-- LONDON..