The result is rather curious, and still very mystifying, still leaving a deal to be explained, and somehow this wallet doesn't fit into the scheme at all." "You shall tell me about it as we ride into Lisbon.

I want you to come with me.

Lady O'Moy must forgive me if I take French leave, since she is nowhere to be found." The truth was, that her ladyship had purposely gone into hiding, after the fashion of suffering animals that are denied expression of their pain.

She had gone off with her load of sorrow and anxiety into the thicket on the flank of Monsanto, and there Sylvia found her presently, dejectedly seated by a spring on a bank that was thick with flowering violets.

Her ladyship was in tears, her mind swollen to bursting-point by the secret which it sought to contain but felt itself certainly unable to contain much longer.
"Why, Una dear," cried Miss Armytage, kneeling beside her and putting a motherly arm about that full-grown child, "what is this ?" Her ladyship wept copiously, the springs of her grief gushing forth in response to that sympathetic touch.
"Oh, my dear, I am so distressed.