'The change in his circumstances has not changed the man,' he
returned in an angry tone. 'No good can come of such a marriage.'

'You have no right to say that, Mr. Stormont.'

'I have the right given me by conviction. A happy marriage!--no, it
will not be a happy marriage, be sure of that!'

He said this with a vindictive look that startled me, well as I knew
that he could not feel very kindly towards Milly's lover. The words
might mean little, but to me they sounded like a threat.


CHAPTER XI.


DANGER.


The summer that year was a divine one, and we spent the greater part
of our lives out of doors, driving, walking, sitting about the
garden sometimes until long after dark. It was weather in which it
was a kind of treason against Nature to waste an hour in the house.

We went very often for long rambles in Cumber Wood, winding up with
an afternoon tea-drinking in the little study at the Priory--a home-
like unceremonious entertainment which Milly delighted in. She used
to seem to me on those occasions like some happy child playing at
being mistress of the house.