'It can't fail. It stands so in the deeds.'
'But Mr. Langford might marry.'
Hillary would have burst into a hearty laugh at the idea, had not Honor laid her hand on his arm to arrest him, and raised the forefinger of the other to impose silence.
Sitting up on its hind legs, in a begging posture, at the mouth of the excavation, was a white hare. It looked at the young people for a moment, doubtingly, inquiringly. Then Hillary stirred, and with a flash it was gone.
Hillary exclaimed, 'O Honor! is it not the picture of Mrs. Veale?'
CHAPTER IV.
THE WHITE HARE.
'I have seen the white hare before, several times,' said Honor Luxmore.
'You have? Do you know what folks say?'
'They say that it is unlucky to see a white hare; but I think nothing of that.'