"The owner!" repeated Evelyn, almost inaudibly, and in increased embarrassment; "are you then the--the--" "Yes," courteously interrupted the stranger, seeing her confusion, "my name is Maltravers; and I am to blame for not having informed you of my sudden return, or for now trespassing on your presence. But you see my excuse;" and he pointed to the instrument. "You have the magic that draws even the serpent from his hole. But you are not alone?" "Oh, no! no, indeed! Miss Merton is with me. I know not where she is gone. I will seek her." "Miss Merton! You are not then one of that family?" "No, only a guest. I will find her; she must apologize for us. We were not aware that you were here,--indeed we were not." "That is a cruel excuse," said Maltravers, smiling at her eagerness: and the smile and the look reminded her yet more forcibly of the time when he had carried her in his arms and soothed her suffering and praised her courage and pressed the kiss almost of a lover on her hand. At that thought she blushed yet more deeply, and yet more eagerly turned to escape. Maltravers did not seek to detain her, but silently followed her steps. She had scarcely gained the window, before little Cecilia scampered in, crying,-- "Only think! Mr. Maltravers has come back, and brought such beautiful horses!" Cecilia stopped abruptly, as she caught sight of the stranger; and the next moment Caroline herself appeared. Her worldly experience and quick sense saw immediately what had chanced; and she hastened to apologize to Maltravers, and congratulate him on his return, with an ease that astonished poor Evelyn, and by no means seemed appreciated by Maltravers himself. He replied with brief and haughty courtesy. "My father," continued Caroline, "will be so glad to hear you are come back. He will hasten to pay you his respects, and apologize for his truants. But I have not formally introduced you to my fellow-offender. My dear, let me present to you one whom Fame has already made known to you; Mr. Maltravers, Miss Cameron, step-daughter," she added in a lower voice, "to the late Lord Vargrave." At the first part of this introduction Maltravers frowned; at the last he forgot all displeasure. "Is it possible? I _thought_ I had seen you before, but in a dream. Ah, then we are not quite strangers!" Evelyn's eye met his, and though she coloured and strove to look grave, a half smile brought out the dimples that played round her arch lips. "But you do not remember me?" added Maltravers. "Oh, yes!" exclaimed Evelyn, with a sudden impulse; and then checked herself. Caroline came to her friend's relief. "What is this? You surprise me; where did you ever see Mr. Maltravers before?"