CHAPTER THE TWENTY-THIRD.
TRACED.
THE chaise rattled our through the gates.

The dogs barked furiously.

Sir Patrick looked round, and waved his hand as he turned the corner of the road.

Blanche was left alone in the yard.
She lingered a little, absently patting the dogs.

They had especial claims on her sympathy at that moment; they, too, evidently thought it hard to be left behind at the house.