"I wonder what she will say when I tell her?" said Miss Lorraine, moving off in search of Aldyth.
"And what will Guy say?" asked the lawyer, looking troubled. "I suppose he had better know without delay. Will you say to him, if you come across him, that I should like to have a few words with him here?"
Aldyth had risen, refreshed by her sleep, and was in the dining room, talking with Guy, who had just returned from Woodham, whither he had ridden on business connected with his uncle's decease. Guy had still a haggard, excited look, but he was talking of Hilda as Miss Lorraine entered.
"Yes," he said, "it was wonderful how uncle came round after that day. Before he used to speak of Hilda in a way that made me wild; but when she came to luncheon, he began paying her compliments, to my great surprise, and he said to me afterwards that she was a perfect little lady, though it was a pity she was so small."
"I do not think so," said Aldyth, heartily. "Hilda is charming. I would not have her an inch taller. I am so glad uncle changed his opinion of her."
"Yes, she is not a bad little party," said Guy, complacently. "She suits me down to the ground."
Aldyth was amused to see that Guy had apparently forgotten his episodical wooing of herself.
"Guy," said Miss Lorraine, "Mr. Greenwood is in the library, and he would like to speak to you."
The colour flew into Guy's face. He rose and went away at once without a word.