But he was in no controllable humour, and the more he tried to beat down the feelings that troubled him, the more fretful his spirit grew. It had been a day of misery and disappointment, such as he had never thought to see, and he was bitterly mortified with his own conduct. He told himself that it was his duty to have sternly answered Laura Bray, whereas he had allowed her to go on till, as they parted, her look of intelligence seemed to intimate that she was happy and satisfied, and that he had been making love to her, when-- When? Why should he trouble himself about a light frivolous girl, who gave love tokens to a tailor's dummy--a contemptible jackanapes? But all the same, there was no reason why he should marry Laura Bray, and give up his happy independent life. "A fig for all womankind!" said Charley at last, out loud; "but then the poor old gentleman!" Charley's face darkened as he thought of his father and his wishes. What should he do? Let matters run their course? He asked himself that last question rather grimly, as he thought of how easily he could be in accord with all Sir Philip wished. A few quiet tender words to Laura Bray, and all would go on satisfactorily. And why should he not utter them? She would be well content, and he need trouble himself no farther, but seek in his old amusements _delassement_ and balm for the disappointment he had met with. How plain it all was! Max had come down again on Ella's account. Why, he had not spent so much time down at Lexville since he was a boy! Of course, the Brays would not sanction it; but, anyhow, it was another of Mr Maximilian Bray's conquests. "Ah, well," said Charley, as he stood leaning against an oak, "it's the old story: one's boy love never does come to anything!--What, my little wood-nymph!" "O, Charley, Charley, Charley!" cried Nelly, running up to him panting, "what shall I do? I am _so, so_ miserable; and they think I'm in the schoolroom now; and I can't bear it, and I hate it; and I've run out through the side gate and over the elm meadow like a mad girl, for they all watch me; and I stay in my bedroom most of the time; for since Miss Bedford's gone--" "What?" roared Charley, seizing Nelly's arm. "Don't frighten me, Charley, and please don't pinch so! That's what I wanted to tell you. That Laura led her such a cruel life with her temper, and Max was such a horrible donkey, that she told ma she would rather not stay, and--O, O, O!" sobbed Nelly, crying out aloud, "she's gone away, and I didn't say good-bye; for she went early in the morning, and came and kissed me when I was asleep; and me such a thickheaded, stupid old dormouse that I never knew--knew it--or--or I'd have put my arms so tightly round her neck that I'd never have left go." "But where has she gone?" cried Charley fiercely.