"It is one of my best," said Miss Campbell. "The lilac bonnet to-day, my love, with the white china-asters." "Yes, I intended--" "You will be delighted with Tynebrook; it is the finest seat in this part of the country." "Larger than Wardenscourt?" whispered Miss Campbell. "Decidedly, and altogether a different style of place. A magnificent park; oaks that the Druids might have planted, and the house built in the quadrangular form like a Spanish convent." "I like that sort of thing; but I fear he is rather difficult to--" ("To make a fool of," Harriet was almost tempted to add.) "Not at all, my dear," pursued Lady James, "it is all manner; did I never tell you how he was drawn in by our good friend, Mrs. Maxwell Dorset?" "No; I should like to hear it, of all things!" "I'll tell you another time. Recollect, music is his passion. Talk of Spohr and Beethoven." "I do so dislike a 'fanatico per la musica,'" said Miss Campbell. "Yes, but a man of his standing in society," argued Lady James, "by the bye, I must secure him to drive with us to Tynebrook, this morning. You and him together; I will sit in front with Lord James." Harriet sprang from the sofa, seized upon Margaret, who was quietly reading, and whirled her into the verandah. Lord Raymond, Mr. Gage and Mr. Haveloc were standing on the lawn. Mr. Gage smoking. "Come here, some of you!" cried Harriet. Mr. Haveloc instantly turned round, and rushed up the steps. "At last!" he said, "I have been into the drawing-room half a dozen times, to see if you were not down." "I have been there for ten minutes, I should think," said Harriet. "But I am afraid that pretty speech was not meant for me--perhaps, you took me for Mrs. Fitzpatrick?" It did look as if he meant the speech for Margaret, since he took her hand and kept it. "How did you sleep?" he asked Margaret. "Very well, thank you, after all my fright," returned Harriet, "but it was a terrible storm, was it not Mr. Haveloc?" "Ay--there was a storm last night," he said, as if just recollecting it. "Did not you hear something of it then--you ought, I am sure; for I found you all among the broken glass." "Will you give me a lift, Mrs. Gage, this morning," he asked. "With all my heart," said Harriet, "I take Margaret and Mrs. Fitzpatrick; there is just room for you, if Margaret has no objection." "Not any, Harriet," said Margaret quietly. "George!" cried Harriet, "I am going to run off with Mr. Haveloc." "Pray do," replied Mr. Gage. "You will never see me again, after this morning!" she exclaimed. Mr. Gage laughed and lit another cigar. "There is a sort of stupid tranquillity about those Gages," said Harriet, "I had hoped that George was an irascible person; but he grows more and more like his father." "That is a high compliment, Harriet;" said Margaret. "At----there was always a good deal of philandering between you and Uncle Gage," said Harriet; "you are an arrant little flirt in a quiet way."