Amid much merriment and reciprocal congratulations the Ambassadors were honorably escorted back to their coach and four.
"Keep your eye on the Castle to-night," Roger Wilbraham whispered to Norah as he pressed her hand.
They drove off, Stillford leading a gay "Hurrah!"
At night indeed Scarsmoor Castle was a sight to see. Every window of its front blazed with light; rockets and all manner of amazing bright devices rose to heaven. All Fillby turned out to see the show; all Nab Grange was in the garden looking on.
All save Helena herself. She had retreated to her own room; there she sat and watched alone. She was in a fever of feeling and could not rest. She twisted one hand round the other, she held up before her eyes the hand which was destined to receive homage on the morrow. Her eyes were bright, her cheeks flushed, her red lips trembled.
"Alas, how this man knows his way to my heart!" she sighed.
The blaze at Scarsmoor Castle died down. A kindly darkness fell. Under its friendly cover she kissed her hand to the Castle, murmuring "To-morrow!"