He had been four days at Olmer, always facing her, 'man to man,' in the matter of Lady Ormont, not making way at all, but holding firm, and winning respectful treatment. They sat alone in her private room, where, without prelude, she discharged a fiery squib at impudent hussies caught up to the saddle-bow of a hero for just a canter, and pretending to a permanent seat beside him. 'You have only to see Lady Ormont; you will admit the justice of her claim, my lady,' said he; and as evidently he wanted a fight, she let him have it. 'You try to provoke me; you take liberties. You may call the woman Aminta, I've told you; you insult me when you call the woman by my family name.' 'Pardon me, my lady: I have no right to call Lady Ormont Aminta.' 'You've never done so, eh? Say!' She had him at the edge of the precipice. He escaped by saying, 'Her Christian name was asked the other day, and I mentioned it. She is addressed by me as Lady Ormont.' 'And by her groom and her footman. They all do; it 's the indemnity to that class of young woman. Her linendraper is Lady-Ormonting as you do. I took you for a gentleman. Let me hear you give her that title again, you shall hear her true one, that the world fits her with, from me.' The time was near the half-hour bell before dinner, the situation between them that of the fall of the breath to fetch words electrical. She left it to him to begin the fight, and was not sorry that she had pricked him for it. A footman entered the room, bearer of a missive for Mr. Weyburn. Lord Ormont's groom had brought it from London. 'Send in the man,' said Lady Charlotte. Weyburn read 'The Countess of Ormont begs Mr. Weyburn to return instantly. There has been an accident in his home. It may not be very serious. An arm--a shock to the system from a fall. Messenger informs her, fear of internal hemorrhage. Best doctors in attendance.' He handed Lady Charlotte the letter. She humped at the first line, flashed across the remainder, and in a lowered voice asked-- 'Sister in the house?' 'My mother,' Weyburn said. The groom appeared. He knew nothing. The Countess had given him orders to spare no expense on the road to Olmer, without a minute's delay. He had ridden and driven. He looked worn. Lady Charlotte rang the bell for her butler. To him she said--