lurking all the time in her tone and manner, became its guiding
spirit.

"We may enquire your name?" she asked.

"I am the Baron Maderstrom," was the prompt reply. "For the purpose
of my brief residence in this country, however, I fancy that the
name of Mr. Hamar Lessingham might provoke less comment."

"Maderstrom," Philippa repeated. "You were at Magdalen with my
brother."

"For three terms," he assented.

"You have visited at Wood Norton. It was only an accident, then,
that I did not meet you."

"It is true," he answered, with a bow. "I received the most charming
hospitality there from your father and mother."

"Why, you are the friend," Helen exclaimed, suddenly seizing his
hands, "of whom Dick speaks in his letter!"

"It has been my great privilege to have been of service to Major
Felstead," was the grave admission. "He and I, during our college
days, were more than ordinarily intimate. I saw his name in one of
the lists of prisoners, and I went at once to Wittenberg."

A fresh flood of questions was upon Helen's lips, but Philippa
brushed her away.