He wore still the mourning for his wife. A handsome man never looks so well in other attire. There was no doubt that he divined now who the stranger was, and a glad smile of welcome parted his lips. Sir Henry met him on the threshold, and grasped both his hands.
"I should have known you, Lionel, anywhere, from your likeness to your father."
CHAPTER XCIV.
IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN JAN!
Lionel could not let the evening go over without speaking of the great secret. When he and Sir Henry were left together in the dining-room, he sought the opportunity. It was afforded by a remark of Sir Henry's.
"After our sojourn in London shall be over, I must look out for a residence, and settle down. Perhaps I shall purchase one. But I must first of all ascertain what locality would be agreeable to Lucy."
"Sir Henry," said Lionel in a low tone, "Lucy's future residence is fixed upon—if you will accord your permission."
Sir Henry Tempest, who was in the act of raising his wine-glass to his lips, set it down again and looked at Lionel.
"I want her at Verner's Pride."