His glance stung me to the quick. "There is nothing the matter," I said, taking the words out of Lady Ursula's mouth. "Lady Ursula Redmayne and I are unfortunate enough to differ on a certain point, but there is really nothing the matter. May I wish you good-morning now, Lady Ursula?" I bowed to the young lady, bestowed upon the gentleman the faintest possible shade of acknowledgment, and covering the precious ruby ring with a terribly worn silk glove, walked towards the door. Lady Ursula flung herself back on the sofa, and covered her face with her hands. Captain Valentine seemed to struggle for a moment with his desire to comfort her, and his sense of what his duties as a gentleman required. Finally the latter feeling triumphed, and he reached the door in time to open it, and so assisted my exit. A moment later I was in the street. I was absolutely outside that detestable mansion, with the beloved little ring pressed in my warm hand. I felt an almost childish sense of triumph and exultation; the possession of a large sum of money could not have gratified me to anything like the same extent as did this recovery of my rightful legacy. I felt enormously rich; I felt giddy with delight; it seemed to me impossible to walk, I must ride; the owner of such a ruby ring could not pace with draggled skirts those muddy streets. I hailed a hansom and desired the man to drive me to Mr Gray's chambers. I did not exactly know what I wanted to say to the old lawyer, but I was possessed by a sudden intense desire to see him, and I knew when I got into his presence I should have something special to talk about. Mr Gray had rooms in Bloomsbury, not a great way off from Cousin Geoffrey's old house. He was in, and almost immediately on my arrival I was ushered into his presence. "Miss Lindley!" he said. He came up and shook hands with me warmly. "Pray sit down," he added. "Sit here, near the fire. What a cold, miserable day we are having. You are all quite well at home, I hope; how is your mother?" "My mother is well, thank you, Mr Gray. My brother Jack has been ill, but he is better now." "I am glad of that," replied Mr Gray. "And now, can I do anything for you, Miss Rosamund? You know I shall be delighted." When Mr Gray said this I suddenly knew what I had come to see him for. "I want to go over Cousin Geoffrey's house," I said. "Have you the key, and if so, will you entrust it to me? I will promise not to injure anything." The moment I made this request Mr Gray's face brightened, and an almost eager look came into his eyes. "Have you any--any particular reason for wishing to see the house?" he asked. "Oh, no," I replied. "No very special reason. Just a desire, to see the old place once again." The lawyer had deep-set and piercing eyes. They darted a quick glance at me. He sighed impatiently.