He will have a delightful ride, and he can analyse his feelings of disappointment at not seeing her, on his way home to tea." Magdalen glanced at Fay, but she still lay back with closed eyes.

She had not seen that passing figure.
Magdalen's mind followed Wentworth.
"Does she realise the complications that must almost certainly ensue with Wentworth directly her confession is made?
"Will her first step towards a truer life, her first action of reparation estrange him from her ?" * * * * * The Bishop was pacing up and down in the library at Lostford, waiting for Magdalen and Fay, when the servant brought in the day's papers.

He took them up instantly with the alertness of a man who can only make time for necessary things by seizing every spare moment.
"Oh! you two wicked women," he said as he opened the _Times_.

"Why are you late?
Why are you late ?" They were only five minutes late.
His swift eye travelled from column to column.

Suddenly his attention was arrested.