"There's a dog for you," chuckled Lord Barmouth, "any one would think he had been busy over the game all the time instead of courting Tryphie." "Coming, Tom," cried Melton; then turning to Maude he whispered, "Darling, you are mine, come what may--Maude, my love--my love!" Their eyes met for a few moments, and from that look it was evident that the work so nearly completed on the morning of the wedding party had now received the finishing strokes, that the fresh young heart had placed itself in another's keeping, and that henceforth Charley Melton was lord of someone's will, and her duty only to obey. "I ought to go and stop them," said his lordship, sadly, "but making love without thinking of money used to be nice; but--hallo!" he exclaimed, as a cold nose touched his hand; and looking down there was the ugly massive face of a bull-dog gazing up into his. "Charley Melton's dog, eh! Well, you're a very ugly dog, but you seem to like me. Eh, eh!" he added, as, after a quiet wag of his tail, Joby smelt at his lordship's tail pocket. "So you knew there was a little bit of game pie in there, did you!" Joby uttered a low whine. "Well, so there is, good dog," said his lordship, chuckling as he felt in his other pocket, and brought out something very unpleasant-looking crushed up as it was in a piece of paper. "I'm afraid I have been sitting upon it, my dog," said his lordship, ruefully, "and the jelly and cold gravy have got into the crust. But you will not mind, will you?" The dog gave a short bark, and evidently did not mind, for he and Lord Barmouth finished the last morsel of the game pie, and Joby ate the jelly-smeared paper afterwards as a kind of digestive pill. "Ah," said his lordship, patting the dog's head. "I'm glad of that-- good dog then--for I did not know what to do with that piece of paper. Eh, eh? whom have we here?" he continued, putting up his glasses. "Her ladyship and Sir Grantley Wilters. There, I told you young people that you were to enjoy your game as you could, for here comes the shadow." He alluded to Lady Barmouth, who, like the good general she was, had made her plans, which were rapidly approaching fruition. CHAPTER FOUR. CLOUDY. Lord Barmouth was quite right, for the shadow was coming over the sunshiny portion of the young people's life in the shape of her ladyship, who could in turn assume the _role_ of Fate or Fury. Amongst the company expected at the Hurst was Sir Grantley Wilters, and for his own reasons he had made a point of coming. He had arrived that morning, and, learning from Robbins the butler that Melton was there, had hastened to obtain a quiet interview with her ladyship.