"And he——"
"Will meet a different reception to what he anticipated."
"I don't understand."
Her cry was one of perplexity.
"I cannot tell you all, Gay; only see, sister mine, I found a teacher in Brittany worth a hundred Trouets and Denninghams."
The last word took her mind momentarily from the vital subject.
"Lord Denningham!" she echoed. "Did you know he was here, and Sir Stephen Berrington too? Lord Denningham was with me but now——"
She turned from her brother, as she spoke, to glance behind.
But the garden path was empty. There was no sign of the tall figure which had stood barring her way ten minutes previously.
"He must have returned to the house," she went on. "They were angry that you were not here."