Humphrey Coldicott, Esquire, of Coldicott Grange;
Sir Harry Marr, Bart., of The Lynch;
Thomas Ashley, Esquire, of Deoffam Hall. And her Majesty had been pleased to pick the latter name.
The gate of the garden swung open, and some one came hastily round the gravel-path to the house. Mary, who was seated at the head of the table, facing the window, caught a view of the visitor.
"It is Mrs. Dare!" she exclaimed.
"Mrs. Dare!" repeated Mr. Ashley, as a peal at the hall-bell was heard. "Nonsense, child!"
"Papa, indeed it is."
"I think you must be mistaken, Mary," said her husband. "Mrs. Dare would scarcely be out at this early hour."
"Oh, you disbelievers all!" laughed Mary. "As if I did not know Mrs. Dare! She looked scared and flurried."
Mrs. Dare, looking indeed scared and flurried, came into the breakfast-room. The servant had been showing her into another room, but she put him aside, and appeared amidst them.