At last John Derringham began to grow exasperated, and plunged into
temptation, which he did not admit that he ought to have avoided.

"I am so very much interested in this wonderful old house," he said,
addressing Miss La Sarthe. "That row of bay windows is in a long
gallery, I suppose? Would it be a great impertinence if I asked to see
it?"

"We shall be pleased for you to do so," the old lady returned, without
much warmth. "It is very cold and draughty, my sister and I have not
entered it for many years, but Halcyone, I believe, goes there
sometimes; she will show it to you if you wish."

Halcyone rose, ready at once to obey her aunts, and led the way towards
the door.

"We had better go up the great staircase and along through Sir Timothy's
rooms. The staircase which leads directly to it from the hall is not
quite safe," she said. "Except for me," she added, when they were
outside the door. "Then, I know exactly where to put my feet!"

"I would follow you blindly," said John Derringham, "but we will go
which way you will. Only, you are such a strange, silent little old
friend now--I am afraid of you!"

Halcyone was rather ahead, leading the way, and she turned and paused
while he came up close beside her.

Her eyes were quite startled.