"Immediately, instantly--thanks, darling. I'm _so_ much obliged!" "Will your brother go with you?" "No, dear. Papa, you know, has not forgiven him, and it is, I think, two years since they met. It would only agitate him." And with these words she hurried to her room, and in another moment, with the aid of her maid, was completing her hasty preparations. In wonderfully little time the carriage was at the door. Mr. Longcluse had taken his leave. So had Richard Arden, with the one direction to the servant, "If anything should go _very_ wrong, be sure to telegraph for me. Here is my address." "Put this in your purse, dear," said Lady May. "Your father is so thoughtless, he may not have brought money enough with him; and you will find it is as I say--he'll be a great deal better by the time you get there; and God bless you, my dear." And she kissed her as heartily as she dared, without communicating the rouge and white powder which aided her complexion. As Alice ran down, Vivian Darnley awaited her outside the drawing-room door, and ran down with her, and put her into the carriage. He leaned for a moment on the window, and said-- "I hope you didn't mind that nonsense Lady May was talking just now about Miss Grace Maubray. I assure you it is utter folly. I was awfully vexed; but you didn't believe it?" "I didn't hear her say anything, at least seriously. Wasn't she laughing? I'm in such trouble about that message! I am so longing to be at my journey's end!" He took her hand and pressed it, and the carriage drove away. And standing on the steps, and quite forgetting the footman close behind him, he watched it as it drove rapidly southward, until it was quite out of sight, and then with a great sigh and "God for ever bless you!"--uttered not above his breath--he turned about, and saw those powdered and liveried effigies, and walked up with his head rather high to the drawing-room, where he found Lady May. "I sha'n't go to the opera to-night; it is out of the question," said she. "But _you_ shall. You go to my box, you know; Jephson will put you in there." It was plain that the good-natured soul was unhappy about Alice, and, Richard Arden having departed, wished to be alone. So Vivian took his leave, and went away--but not to the opera--and sauntered for an hour, instead, in a melancholy romance up and down the terrace, till the moon rose and silvered the trees in the park. CHAPTER XII. SIR REGINALD ARDEN.