Another visitor came, if Margaret did not. About four o'clock, just as Julian was beginning to wonder when he would be fetched away, a thundering peal at the door knocker announced the appearance of Wyvis Brand. Janetta was in the drawing-room putting away some music when he came in. She saw that he glanced eagerly round the room, as if expecting to see someone else--perhaps Margaret Adair--and her heart hardened to him a little as she gave him her hand. Had he come at that hour because Margaret generally took her lesson then? "How cold you are!" cried Wyvis, holding the little hand for the moment in his own. "On this hot day! How _can_ you manage to keep so cool??" If his heart had been throbbing and his head burning as Janetta's were just then, he might have known how to answer the question. "You have come for Julian, I suppose?" she said, a little coldly. "Yes--in a minute or two. Won't you let me rest for a few minutes after my walk in the broiling sun?" "Oh, certainly; you shall have some tea, if you like. I am at liberty this afternoon," said Janetta, with a little malice, "as my pupil has just sent me word that she has a headache, and cannot come." "Who is your pupil this afternoon?" said Wyvis, stroking his black moustache. "Miss Adair." He gave her a quick, keen glance, then turned away. She read vexation in his eyes. "Don't let me trouble you," he said, in a different tone, as she moved towards the door; "I really ought not to stay--I have an engagement or two to fulfill. No tea, thanks. Is Julian ready?" "In a minute or two I will call him. I want to ask you a question first--if you will let me?" "All right; go on. That's the way people begin disagreeable subjects, do you know?" "I don't know whether you will consider this a disagreeable question. I suppose you will," said Janetta, with an effort. "I promised you once to say nothing to my friends about your affairs--about Julian's mother, and I have kept my word. But I must ask you now--does Miss Adair know that you are married?" There was a moment's pause. They stood opposite one another, and, lifting her eyes to his face, she saw that he was frowning heavily and gnawing his moustache. "What does that matter to _you_?" he said, angrily, at last. She shrank a little, but answered steadily-- "Margaret is my friend." "Well, what then?" The color rose to Janetta's face. "I don't believe you knew what you were doing yesterday," she said; "but I knew--I heard people talking, and I knew what people thought. They said that you were paying attention to Miss Adair. They supposed you were going to marry her soon. None of them seemed to know that--that--your wife was still alive. And of course I could not tell them." "Of course not," he assented, with curious eagerness; "I knew you would keep your word."