"You two," she exclaimed; "you really must come to make up the number we want in our round game." Laughter filled her eyes and bubbled round her lips. "Come, come," she said; "we can't do without you, or rather the game can't." CHAPTER TWENTY ONE. SHE WAS EVERYTHING. Notwithstanding the ardent vow which I had made before dinner, I did spend that night under the Grays' roof. I not only spent it there, but I slept profoundly in the luxurious bed in my large and luxurious chamber. In my sleep I dreamt of Tom Valentine. I was with him in Africa; I was going through adventures by his side. After the extraordinary fashion of dreams, there seemed nothing at all remarkable to me in the fact that Tom and I were going through peril together. It seemed to me, in my dream, that we were following a somewhat forlorn hope, and that the same spirit animated us both. I dreamt nothing at all about Cousin Geoffrey's will. When the morning broke I thought over the visions of the night and determined to banish them. Tom Valentine was going to Africa in a week. I should probably never see him more. Well, never mind, he was a brave and interesting man. I was glad to think he liked to talk to me; that he, the hero of many an adventure, thought me a good listener--thought it worth his while to thrill my ears and heart with stories both of peril and of sadness. I was glad to know that in a very distant degree I could claim cousinship with Tom Valentine. I determined not to associate him with Cousin Geoffrey's odious will. This will degraded my cousin. I would think of him apart from it in future. I believed myself quite strong enough to carry out the resolve. Soon after breakfast that day a pretty little victoria, drawn by a pair of ponies, stopped at the Grays' house. I was in my room at the moment and had a good view of the carriage sweep. I bent from my window to see who had arrived. Lady Ursula Redmayne sat in the victoria. A moment or two later I was summoned to see this capricious young woman. I felt certain that she was devoured with curiosity, but I was determined to parry all her questions. Lady Ursula was alone in the drawing-room when I entered. "How do you do, Rosamund?" she said. "You did not expect me to find you out here: but of course Rupert and Tom told me all about you. Sit down there, where I can take a good look at you. Rosamund, what a remarkably wicked young woman you are." "I don't understand you, Lady Ursula." "Please call me Ursula. We shall be cousins when I am Rupert Valentine's wife. Do you know, Rosamund, that I have taken an immense fancy to you!" "What! you have taken a fancy to a wicked young woman!" "Yes, yes; particularly as she is in reality more naughty than wicked. Rosamund, why did you not come to the Chamber of Myths at the appointed day and hour?" "I gave Captain Valentine my reason."