It is scarcely to be wondered at when I say that I did not close my eyes that night. I arose early the following morning, determined to lose no time in seeking Mr Gray, and receiving a renewed order to visit Cousin Geoffrey's house. I rose long before dawn, dressed myself neatly, and went down-stairs. I felt far too excited to remain in bed any longer. It was still dark when I entered our tiny drawing-room, but I busied myself in helping our one servant to clean and tidy the little sitting-room. She polished the grate and laid the fire, and I put a match to it and caused it to blaze up merrily. "Oh, Miss Rosamund, you are wasteful," exclaimed Sally. "And there ain't any too much coal left in the cellar," she continued. "My missus, she never has the fire lit in the droring-room afore dinner-time, and you knows that well, Miss Rosamund." "Never mind, Sally, I must have a fire this morning," I replied. I felt reckless and extravagant. What if we never needed to economise more! What if--? My brain seemed to reel; I almost shook myself in my anger. "How silly you are, Rosamund Lindley!" I said under my breath. "What if you have got the secret which will lead to the discovery of Cousin Geoffrey's will? is it likely that that will can affect you? Oh, what a conceited, foolish girl you are!" Nevertheless, I toasted myself before a warm fire, and dreamed my dreams until breakfast time. At that meal I called forth angry words both from my father and George. I calmly announced my intention of going up to town with them. When I said this, George's face grew red with indignation. His eyes looked full at me. They said as plainly as eyes could speak: "_Now_ what whim have you taken into your head? Are you going to interfere still further in this wretched, disgraceful affair of Jack's?" My own eyes danced as they replied to him with a gay and confident smile. He almost turned his back on me, and upset half a cup of coffee in disgust. I jumped up to fetch a cloth to wipe up the mess he had made. My father said: "Rosamund, it is out of my power to gratify all your restless whims; you are scarcely at home when you are off again. You will turn into one of those gadding women, those busy-bodies who are a disgrace to their sex. Mary," turning to my mother, "I wonder you allow it." "Could not you stay at home to-day, Rose, dear?" she asked, gently, looking at me with a sweet piteous sort of smile. "I'll stay at home to-morrow, mother darling," I answered. "I am ever so sorry to leave you to-day, but it is absolutely necessary for me to go to town." "Stuff and nonsense," said my father. "I shan't pay for your ticket, miss." "I've enough money to do that for myself," I replied. The sorrow in my mother's eyes deepened. She could never bear any of us to oppose our father. I followed her into the little drawing-room. "A fire already!" she exclaimed. "What can Sally have been thinking of?" "It was my fault, mother. I lit the fire."