"You will!"
"You can prevent it, dearest Thurston, by yourself doing what you know to be right."
"And if I do not?"
"I will see Miss Le Roy, to-morrow!"
"By heaven, then—"
His words were suddenly cut short by the entrance of Mrs. Waugh. In an instant his countenance changed, and taking up his bag of game, he went to meet the smiling, good humored woman, saying with a gay laugh:
"Good-morning, Mrs. Waugh! You see I have been shooting in the woods of Luckenough this morning, and I could not leave the premises without offering this tribute to their honored mistress."
And Thurston gayly laid the trophy at her feet.
"Hebe! will you please to see that a cup of hot coffee is sent up to Mrs. L'Oiseau; she is unwell this morning, as I knew she would be, from her excitement last night; or go with it yourself, Hebe! The presence of the goddess of health at her bedside is surely needed."
Marian left the room, and then Mrs. Waugh, turning to the young gentleman, said: