advanced bowing toward the young women.

As Capitola's eyes fell upon this newcomer it required all her
presence of mind and powers of self-control to prevent her from
staring or otherwise betraying herself--for in this stranger she
recognized the very man who had stopped her upon her night ride. She
did, however, succeed in banishing from her face every expression of
consciousness. And when Miss Day courteously presented him to her
guest, saying merely, "My cousin, Mr. Craven Le Noir, Miss Black,"
Capitola arose and curtsied as composedly as if she had never set
eyes upon his face before.

He on his part evidently remembered her, and sent one stealthy, been
and scrutinizing glance into her face; but, finding that
imperturbable, he bowed with stately politeness and seemed satisfied
that she had not identified him as her assailant.

Craven Le Noir drew his chair to the fire, seated himself and
entered into an easy conversation with Clara and her guest. Whenever
he addressed Clara there was a deference and tenderness in his tone
and glance that seemed very displeasing to the fair girl, who
received all these delicate attentions with coldness and reserve.
These things did not escape the notice of Capitola, who mentally
concluded that Craven Le Noir was a lover of Clara Day, but a most
unacceptable lover.

When supper was announced it was evidently hailed by Clara as a
great relief. And after the meal was over she arose and excused
herself to her cousin by saying that her guest, Miss Black, had been
exposed to the storm and was doubtless very much fatigued and that