So spoke Sir Philip, rousing the young man from his abstraction, when he hastened to make up for his want of courtesy as guest after guest departed, till the last carriage had ground the gravel of the drive, for the fete was at an end. But as Sir Philip sat alone in his library, thoughtful and fatigued, it seemed to him that the affair had not been so successful as he could have wished; and that night--ay, and for many nights to come--he was haunted by a vision of a fair-haired girl, with soft grey eyes which seemed to ask the protection of all on whom they rested; and somehow Sir Philip Vining sighed, for he felt troubled, and that matters were not going as he had intended. Meanwhile the Brays' wagonette rolled on till it reached the Elms. Hardly a word had been spoken on the return journey; for Mr Bray was hungry, Mrs Bray cross, and Max and his sister thoughtful, as was Ella Bedford. Nelly had spoken twice, but only to be snubbed into silence; and it was with a feeling of relief shared by all, that they descended and entered the house. Mrs Bray and her lord directly took chamber candlesticks, Mr Bray whispering something to the butler respecting a tray and dressing-room. Ella hurried away with her charges, while Max opened the drawing-room door and motioned to his sister to enter; but she took no heed of his sign, as, with angry glances, she followed Ella till she had disappeared. "Come here," said Max. "I want you." "I'm tired," said Laura. "You must keep it till the morning." "I tell you I want you now!" he exclaimed almost savagely, the man's real nature flashing out as he cast the thin veil of society habit aside, and spoke eagerly. "Then I shall not come," said Laura, turning away. "If you dare to say a word about all this, I'll never forgive you!" he whispered. "I can live without Mr Max Bray's forgiveness," said Laura tauntingly. "Confound you, come down!" he exclaimed, as Laura ascended the stairs. "I will not have her spoken to about it unless I speak." "Good-night, Max," was the cool reply; and he saw her pass through the swing door at the end of Mr Bray's picture-gallery; while foaming and apparently enraged, he made a bound up a few stairs, but only to descend again, enter the drawing-room, and close the door. The door had hardly closed before Laura appeared again, without a chamber candlestick, to lean over the balustrade eager and listening as she peered down into the hall. But there was not a sound to be heard; and hurrying back along the gallery, she stopped at Ella's door, and then, without knocking, turned the handle and entered. Volume 1, Chapter XVII. A VIAL OF WRATH. "And, pray, what are you doing here?" exclaimed Laura Bray, as she saw the tall slim form of her sister Nelly standing between her and the object of her dislike.