"You may be very sure of that," he emphatically answered. "Let there be peace between us, at any rate, my dear wife. The clouds will pass away in time."
On the Monday morning following, Lord and Lady Level departed for London. The peace, patched up between them, being honestly genuine and hopeful on his lordship's part, but doubtful on that of my lady.
Still nothing had been said or done to lift the mystery which hung about Marshdale.
CHAPTER III.
ONE NIGHT IN ESSEX STREET.
WE go on now to the following year: and I, Charles Strange, take up the narrative again.