"But--but, my lord, I--couldn't think of calling you anything so familiar."
"Very well, Anne, I will excuse you. And how are you, Anne?"
"Quite well, thank you, my lord."
"And not married yet, Anne,--my little Anne?"
"No, my lord."
"Ah well, the man is making an awful fool of himself, that it is all I have to say."
Anne ran upstairs and knocked at Marion's door. She was too full of her own surprise and awe to take into consideration the position of her young mistress. Marion rose from her knees and opened the door. Anne exclaimed:
"Oh, Miss May, Mr. Cheyne is below, and he's so changed I hardly knew him."
"Changed, Anne!" cried May eagerly; "is he looking ill?"
"Oh no, miss, he's looking better than ever; but he's so changed and dark and distant-like."