trainer standing at the open door, smoking, and anxiously awaiting
his return. Cashel rebuffed certain conciliatory advances with a
haughty reserve more dignified, but much less acceptable to Mr.
Mellish, than his former profane familiarity, and went
contemplatively to bed.






CHAPTER IV





One morning Miss Carew sat on the bank of a great pool in the park,
throwing pebbles two by two into the water, and intently watching
the intersection of the circles they made on its calm surface. Alice
was seated on a camp-stool a little way off, sketching the castle,
which appeared on an eminence to the southeast. The woodland rose
round them like the sides of an amphitheatre; but the trees did not
extend to the water's edge, where there was an ample margin of
bright greensward and a narrow belt of gravel, from which Lydia was
picking her pebbles.

Presently, hearing a footstep, she looked back, and saw Cashel Byron
standing behind Alice, apparently much interested in her drawing. He
was dressed as she had last seen him, except that he wore primrose