They reached home, and Julia, feeling sick, frightened, and bewildered, retired to bed. Dr. Crate arrived, said that she was hysterical, and ordered something to soothe her nerves. Julia was not convinced. The explanation offered by Miss Flemming did not satisfy her. That she was a victim to hysteria she did not in the least believe. Neither her aunt, nor the coachman, nor Phillips had heard the discharge of a gun. As to the rushing wind, Julia was satisfied that she had experienced it. The lace was ripped, as by a hand, from her dress, and the shawl was twisted about her throat; besides, her hair had not been so slightly arranged that the jolting of the carnage would completely disarrange it. She was vastly perplexed over what she had undergone. She thought and thought, but could get no nearer to a solution of the mystery. Next day, as she was almost herself again, she rose and went about as usual. In the afternoon the Hon. James Lawlor called and asked after Miss Flemming. The butler replied that his mistress was out making calls, but that Miss Demant was at home, and he believed was on the terrace. Mr. Lawlor at once asked to see her. He did not find Julia in the parlour or on the terrace, but in a lower garden to which she had descended to feed the goldfish in the pond. "Oh! Miss Demant," said he, "I was so disappointed not to see you at the ball last night." "I was very unwell; I had a fainting fit and could not go." "It threw a damp on our spirits--that is to say, on mine. I had you booked for several dances." "You were able to give them to others." "But that was not the same to me. I did an act of charity and self-denial. I danced instead with the ugly Miss Burgons and with Miss Pounding, and that was like dragging about a sack of potatoes. I believe it would have been a jolly evening, but for that shocking affair of young Hattersley which kept some of the better sort away. I mean those who know the Hattersleys. Of course, for me that did not matter, we were not acquainted. I never even spoke with the fellow. You knew him, I believe? I heard some people say so, and that you had not come because of him. The supper, for a subscription ball, was not atrociously bad." "What did they say of me?" "Oh!--if you will know--that you did not attend the ball because you liked him very much, and were awfully cut up." "I--I! What a shame that people should talk! I never cared a rush for him. He was nice enough in his way, not a bounder, but tolerable as young men go." Mr. Lawlor laughed. "I should not relish to have such a qualified estimate made of me." "Nor need you. You are interesting. He became so only when he had shot himself. It will be by this alone that he will be remembered." "But there is no smoke without fire. Did he like you--much?" "Dear Mr. Lawlor, I am not a clairvoyante, and never was able to see into the brains or hearts of people--least of all of young men. Perhaps it is fortunate for me that I cannot."