young man throughout his speeches. A grim smile crept over her
visage; her lips were pressed together, and her eyes twinkled with
subdued satisfaction. She now spoke abruptly.

"Do you remain at Hollingford to-night, Mr. Lashmar?"

"Yes, Lady Ogram."

"Very well. Come here to-morrow morning at eleven, go over the mill,
and then lunch with us. My manager shall be ready for you."

"Thank you, very much."

"Miss Bride, give Mr. Lashmar your Report. He might like to look
over it."

Mr. and Mrs. Gallantry were rising to take leave, and the hostess
did not seek to detain them; she stood up, with some difficulty,
exhibiting a figure unexpectedly tall.

"We'll talk over your idea," she said, as she offered her hand to
the lady. "There's something in it, but you mustn't worry me about
it, you know. I cut up rough when I'm worried."

"Oh, I don't mind a bit!" exclaimed Mrs. Gallantry, gaily.

"But I do," was Lady Ogram's rejoinder, which again made her laugh,
with the result that she had to sink back into her chair, waving an
impatient adieu as Mr. Gallantry's long, loose figure bowed before
her.