"That's arranged," replied Frank, as perfectly confident himself that it was arranged as that Edina was sitting in the low chair, and he was finally settling himself into his coat. "My plans are all laid, Edina, and Uncle Hugh knows what they are. It was in pursuance of them that I went over to Spring Lawn. I will tell you all about it to-morrow: there's no time to do so now." "Papa does not know of what took place this morning?" "No. No one knows of that. We don't want it known, if we can help it, until the time comes when all the world may know." "Meaning until you have gained the home, Frank?" "Meaning until I and Daisy enter upon it," said sanguine Frank. Edina's hand--her elbow resting on her knee--was raised to support her head: her fingers played absently with her soft brown hair: her dark thoughtful eyes, gazing before her, seemed to see nothing. Whether it arose from the fact that in her early days, when Dr. Raynor's means were narrow, she had become practically acquainted with some dark phases of existence, or whether it was the blight that had been cast on her heart in its sweet spring-time, certain it was, that Edina Raynor was no longer of a sanguine nature. Where Frank saw only sunshine in prospective, she saw shadow. And a great deal of it. "You should have made sure of the home first." "Before making sure of Daisy? Not a bit of it, Edina. We shall get along." "That's just like you, Frank," she exclaimed petulantly, in her vexation. "You would as soon marry ten wives as one, the law allowing it, so far as never giving a thought to what you were to do with them." "But the law would not allow it," laughed Frank. "It is your great fault--never to think of consequences." "Time enough, Edina, when the consequences come." She did not make any rejoinder. To what use? Frank Raynor would be Frank Raynor to the end of time. It was his nature. "It is odd, though, is it not, that you, of all Trennach, should just happen to have caught us?" he exclaimed, alluding to the ceremony of the morning. "But you'll not betray us, Edina? I must be off down, or Uncle Hugh will be calling to know what I'm doing." Edina rose, with a sigh. "No, I will not betray you, Frank: you know there is no danger of that: and if I can help you and Daisy in any way, I will do it. I was obliged to tell you what I had seen. I could not keep from you the fact that it had come to my knowledge." As Frank leaped downstairs, light-hearted as a boy, Dr. Raynor was crossing from the sitting-room to the surgery. He halted to speak. "I forgot to tell you, Frank, that you may as well call this evening on Dame Bell: you will be passing her door." "Is Dame Bell ill again?" asked Frank. "I fear so. A woman came for some medicine for her to-day." "I thought she was at Falmouth." "She is back again, it seems. Call and see her as you go along: you have plenty of time." "Very well, Uncle Hugh."