"Oh no, Cicely; surely not to-night," Eve began. In spite of the fatigues of the journey, Eve had been a changed creature since morning; there was in her eyes an expression of deep happiness, which was almost exaltation. "There is no use in explaining anything to Eve, and I shall not try," replied Cicely. She unfolded her arms and rose, still standing, a rigid little figure, close to the sofa. "I love my husband, and I shall go to him; what Eve says is of no consequence, because she knows nothing about such things; but I suppose _you_ cared for grandma once, didn't you, grandpa, when she was young? and if she had been shot, wouldn't you have gone to her?" "Cicely, you are cruel," said Eve. "When grandpa thinks so, it will be time enough for me to trouble myself. But grandpa doesn't think so." "No, no," said the old man; "never." And for the moment he and his grandchild made common cause against the intruder. Eve felt this, she stood looking at them in silence. Then she said, "And Jack?" "I shall take him with me, of course. That reminds me that I must speak to Porley about his frocks; Porley is so stupid." And Cicely turned towards the door. Eve followed her. "Another long journey so soon will be bad for Jack." "There you go again! But I shall not leave him with you, no matter what you say; useless, your constant asking." She opened the door. On the threshold she met Paul Tennant coming in. He took her hand and led her back. "I was looking for you; I have found a little bed for Jack; but I don't know that it will do." "You are very good, Paul, but Jack will not need it. I am going away to-night; I have only just learned that there is a boat." "We don't want to hear any talk of boats," Paul answered. He drew her towards the sofa and placed her upon it. "Sit down; you look so tired!" "I'm not tired; at least I do not feel it. And I have a great deal to do, Paul; I must see about Jack's frocks." "Jack's frocks can wait. There's to be no journey to-night." "Yes, there is," said Cicely, with a mutinous little smile. Her glance turned towards her grandfather and Eve; then it came back to Paul, who was standing before her. "None of you shall keep me," she announced. "You will obey your grandfather, won't you?" Paul began, seriously. The judge got up, rubbing his hands round each other. "No," Cicely answered; "not about this. Grandpa knows it; we have already talked it over." "You are wrong; you ought not to be willing to make him so unhappy." "Never mind about that, Tennant; I'll see to that," said the judge. He spoke in a thin old voice which sounded far away. Paul looked at him, surprised. Then his glance turned towards Eve. "Miss Bruce too; I am sure she does not approve of your going?"