"Oh, but he must," Lena answered. "George Stringer said you blushed so sweetly when you took him to the gate, and spoke of him, and then Tom--our dear Tom--told us how Mr. Garratt came to tea, and he was so careful not to say that you had taken him to the wood for fear there should be jealousy." "Miss Lakeman, I want you to understand--" Margaret began. "Darling, you must call me Lena." "That Mr. Garratt comes here to see Hannah, my half-sister, and not to see me." "Oh, but Tom said that you and he talked to each other all the time," Lena went on in her sugary voice. "This is just what I expected, considering the goings on," Hannah cried, almost losing control over herself. "But it's not Margaret that he comes to see." "No one could come and see any one else when she is here," Lena whispered to herself; but Hannah heard, and answered quickly: "It's she that puts herself forward and forces herself upon him." "Oh, she couldn't, she looks so sweet. Here comes Mr. Farley back from his little walk. Shall we ask him if he thinks it possible that any one doesn't love you?" Margaret turned and blazed at her. "Please be silent," she said; "you may not mean it, but you say things that are simply dreadful, and they sound as if you said them on purpose." "I'll ask Tom about it when he comes to-morrow; and I'll make him come and see you again if I can." Lena put on an air of being puzzled and a little injured. "But we have not seen each other for three days and I want him for myself, just as Mr. Garratt wants you." Margaret went forward and put her hand on Hannah's arm. "She's doing it on purpose, Hannah," she said, with distress in her voice, "and because she sees that it vexes you, and that I hate it." Lena was enjoying herself immensely. "I have made you angry again," she said; "but you look splendid, just as you did in London. Isn't she beautiful, Miss Barton?" Hannah could hardly bear it. "I have never been able to see it," she said, as her mother and Mrs. Lakeman entered. Dawson Farley was standing by the porch. "Are you likely to come to London again, Miss Vincent?" he asked. "I hope I shall, and soon," Margaret answered; and then she went on eagerly, "I heard that you saw Miss Hunstan first when she walked on the stage holding up a princess's train?" Mr. Farley looked at her curiously. "There is a princess in my new piece," he said. "Do you want to come and hold up her train?" "I should love it!" she answered, and walked up the grass-covered path with him. Meanwhile Mrs. Lakeman, too, was amusing herself. "And what do you think of your step-father's chance of coming into the title?" she asked of Hannah. Mrs. Vincent's lips locked closely together, but she said nothing. "What title?" Hannah looked up quickly. Mrs. Lakeman felt that here was quite a new sensation: she had always been a gambler in sensations, an inveterate speculator in effects. "You know that your step-father will be Lord Eastleigh when his brother dies?"