Glen had never delivered so courtly a speech before, and he felt uncomfortable when he had said it; but he recovered directly as he met Clotilde's eyes, which were fixed earnestly upon his, and her hand spoke very plainly as they exchanged salutations; Marie, on the contrary, seeming as cold as her sister was warm. "Then that dreadful little Don Juan knew of it," cried her ladyship sharply. "I shall forbid him the house." "I assure your ladyship"--began Dick. "Eh? What, Edward?" said Lady Littletown, as a servant made a communication to her in a low, respectful tone. "Dear me, how tiresome! My dears, pray excuse me a minute, I'm called away. You can give these dreadful men a cup of tea each if they will condescend to drink it;" and she rustled out of the room. "I did not think to have seen you again so soon," said Dick, crossing to where Marie sat, looking pale and troubled, while Clotilde rose from her seat, looking fixedly at Glen, and walked out into the great conservatory, where, of course, he followed. Marie turned paler and her breath came faster as she made as if to rise and follow them; but Dick set down the emotion as being caused by his presence, and catching her hand in both of his, he repeated his words, "I did not expect to see you again so soon." "Let us go," replied Marie hoarsely. "My sister; do you not see?" "Yes," whispered Dick, full of boyish ardour. "But don't--pray don't go." Lady Littletown was very proud of her conservatory, which was kept lavishly filled with the choicest flowers and foliage plants. Following on the example of Hampton Court, there were oranges of goodly size, with their bright-green leaves, yellow fruit, green fruit, and delicious blossoms all growing at the same time. It was into this semi-tropical region, where the atmosphere was redolent of sweet and cloying perfume, that Clotilde had slowly walked, her eyes dreamy and downcast, and her fingers idling amongst the beautiful blossoms on either side. As Glen followed, and noted her soft undulating form, her bent head with masses of dark hair clustering about her neck, he felt his heart go throb, throb, heavily and slowly, while his blood seemed to bound through his veins. Clotilde went on down the central path of the great glass-house, and then, without glancing back, she turned off at the bottom, where she was completely hidden from the drawing-room windows, and it was here that Glen overtook her. "Miss Riversley! Clotilde!" he said softly. She did not speak, but he saw her shudder, as if a tremor had run through her frame. "Have I offended you?" he whispered, holding out his hands. "Oh no," she cried, starting round with her face flushed; and placing her hands in his, she looked up full in his eyes for a moment, and then let them fall.