show you about."

"With pleasure," replied the young man.

"Very well. You lunch with us to-morrow. Be at the mill at eleven
o'clock."

She held out her skeleton hand, and Dyce took it respectfully. Then
Constance and he withdrew.

"This, as you see, is the library," said his companion, when they
had passed into the adjoining room. "The books were mostly collected
by Sir Spencer Ogram, father of the late baronet; he bought
Rivenoak, and laid out the grounds. That is his portrait--the
painter has been forgotten."

Dyce let his eyes wander, but paid Tittle attention to what he saw.
His guide was speaking in a dry, uninterested voice, she, too,
seeming to have her thoughts elsewhere. They went out into the hall,
looked into one or two other rooms, and began to ascend the stairs.

"There's nothing of interest above," said Constance, "except the
view from the top of the house. But Lady Ogram would like you to see
that, no doubt."

Observing Constance as she went before him, Dyce was struck with a
new dignity in her bearing. Notwithstanding her subordinate position
at Rivenoak, and the unceremonious way in which Lady Ogram exercised
authority over her, Constance showed to more advantage here than on
her recent visit to Alverholme; she was more naturally