horror and wonder in every countenance--most of all in the countenance
of Sir Jasper Kingsland.

The clergyman was the first to speak.

"The woman is stark mad," he said. "We must see about this. Such
violent lunatics must not be allowed to go at large. Here, Humphreys,
do you and Dawson lift her up and carry her to my house. It is the
nearest, and she can be properly attended to there."

"You know her, Sir Jasper, do you not?" asked Lady Helen, with quick
womanly intuition.

"Know her?" Sir Jasper replied, "know Zenith? Great Heaven! I thought
she was dead."

The Reverend Cyrus Green and Lady Helen exchanged glances. Mr. Carlyon
looked in sharp surprise at the speaker.

"Then she is not mad, after all! I thought she mistook you for some
one else. If you know her, you have the best right to deal with her.
Shall these men take her to Kingsland Court?"

"Not for ten thousand worlds!" Sir Jasper cried, impetuously. "The
woman is nothing--less than nothing--to me. I knew her once, years
ago. I thought her dead and buried; hence the shock her sudden
entrance gave me. A lunatic asylum is the proper place for such as
she. Let Mr. Green send her there, and the sooner the better."

The Reverend Cyrus Green looked with grave, suspicious eyes for a