"There is a widow come to keep house for him--Lady Tyrrell."

"Very likely," said Raymond; "my mother only writes with difficulty,
so I hear little when I am from home."

"Is it true that they are horrid people, very dissipated, and not
fit for me to associate with?"

"That is putting it strongly," said Raymond, quietly. "They are not
likely to be very desirable acquaintances for you, but there is no
reason you should not associate with them on ordinary terms of
courtesy."

"Ah! I understand--as member's wife."

"I don't see what that has to do with it," said Raymond. "Ah!
Rosamond!" as she came down in a Galway cloak over her black
velveteen, "on the way to view your domain?"

"Yes, and yours," she said, nodding to Cecil. "You appreciate such
English apple-pie order. It looks as if you never suffered a stray
leaf to dance without an old woman to hunt it down. And what's that
red house smiling across the valley?"

"Sirenwood," repeated Raymond; then to Julius he said, "Did you know
it was inhabited again?"

"Frank said so," answered Julius, without further remark, giving his
arm to his wife, who clasped both hands on it; while the other