He laughed lightly, and Hamilton said:
“This is just what I expected, Sir Harold. You spoke of a cousin Margaret a moment or two ago. Would you not like to send for her?”
“No,” was the energetic reply; “I only remember her as a child of twelve years old. She must be a woman now. No, I do not wish to see her or any one else until my mind has regained its normal state. I prefer things as they are. I am perfectly content, and while Theresa is near, this little home is paradise!”
“Wait, wait,” said Mr. Hamilton. “I will not give my consent yet.”
“Hark! Theresa is coming!” Sir Harold exclaimed. “I hear her voice in the garden.”
He turned and ran to meet her like a happy schoolboy.
CHAPTER XII.
COLONEL GREYSON’S VISIT.
That very day Mr. Hamilton had an unexpected visitor, and he knew at once that the friends of Sir Harold had discovered his retreat.
He met the intruder at the garden gate, and Colonel Greyson (for it was he) regarded him suspiciously.