"Alan! is it to-night you expect Father Leadham?" "Yes," said Helbeck. "Have you told Laura?" "I will remind her that we expect him. It is annoying that I must leave you to entertain him to-morrow." "Oh! we shall do very well," said Augustina rather eagerly. "Alan, have you noticed Laura, yesterday and to-day? She doesn't look strong." "I know," said the Squire shortly. His eyes were fixed all the time on the little figure of Laura, as she sat listlessly in a sunny corner of the bowling-green, with a book on her knee. Augustina, who had been leaning on his arm, went back to the house. Helbeck advanced and threw himself down beside Laura. "Little one--if you keep such pale cheeks--what am I to do?" She looked down upon him with a languid smile. "I am all right." "That remark only fills up your misdoings! If I go down and get the pony carriage, will you drive with me through the park and tell me everything--_everything_--that has been troubling you the last few days?" His voice was very low, his eyes all tenderness. He had been reproaching himself that he had so often of late avoided difficult discussions and thorny questions with her. Was she hurt, and did he deserve it? "I will go driving with you," she said slowly. "Very well"--he sprang up. "I will be back in twenty minutes--with the pony." He left her, and she dreamed afresh over her book. She was thinking of a luncheon at Whinthorpe, to which she had been taken, sorely against her will, to meet the Bishop. And the Bishop had treated her with a singular and slighting coldness. There was no blinking the fact in the least. Other people had noticed it. Helbeck had been pale with wrath and distress. As far as she could remember, she had laughed and talked a good deal. Well, what wonder?--if they thought her just a fast ill-conducted girl, who had worked upon Mr. Helbeck's pity and softness of heart? Suddenly she put out her hand restlessly to pluck at the hedge beside her. She had been stung by the memory of herself--under the Squire's window, in the dawn. She saw herself--helpless, and asleep, the tired truant come back to the feet of her master. When he found her so, what could he do but pity her?--be moved, perhaps beyond bounds, by the goodness of a generous nature? Next, something stronger than this doubt touched the lips with a flying smile--shy and lovely. But she was far from happy. Since her talk with Polly especially, her pride was stabbed and tormented in all directions. And her nature was of the proudest. Where could she feel secure? In Helbeck's heart? But in the inmost shrine of that heart she felt the brooding of a majestic and exacting power that knew her not. Her jealousy--her fear--grew day by day.