"Oh, Mr. Ambler relieved me of that fear, you know. She wouldn't have me, he said. Very fortunate, for she will never get the offer." "Mr. Ambler was quite right," said Anne, uneasily. "But, Lewis do not go, pray--take another morning for your call at Falcon's Craig. Your mother will be grieved and irritated--do not go to-day." "My mother!" Lewis drew himself up with all the petulant dignity peculiar to his years. "Upon my word, Anne, you are perfectly mistaken if you think I have come home to be restrained and chidden like a schoolboy! Grieved and irritated! because that pretty little Miss Aytoun happens to be of the party, I suppose. You are a foolish set, you women, forcing things upon a man's consideration, which, if you had but let him alone--." Lewis drew himself up again, and let the end of his sentence evaporate in a smile. "I was not thinking of--I mean it is not for Miss Aytoun," said Anne, anxiously; "but your mother wants to consult you, Lewis. There are so many matters of business to attend to that you should manage yourself. Do not go to-day." "Don't fear me!" said Lewis, confidently. "I will attend to my business, too. We shall soon see who is strongest in that respect. Here, Duncan!" Duncan had brought his master's horse to the door, and stood at some distance, holding the bridle. "Good morning, Anne!" cried Lewis, as he mounted and cantered gaily out. "I am off to Falcon's Craig." Anne would gladly have broken her appointment now, had that been possible, but, as it was not, she too set out on her way to the Tower. A comfortable pony-carriage--Mrs. Catherine's favorite vehicle--stood at the gate as she entered, and up stairs in her bright dressing-room Alice Aytoun was hastily wrapping herself in the costly furs--Mrs. Catherine's latest present--which she had already spent so much time in admiring. "Child," said Mrs. Catherine, during the moment in which they were left alone together, "let Lewis come to me the morn; or is he with you to-day?" "He spoke of meeting us at Falcon's Craig, and returning with us," said Anne. "Bring him to me, then, when you come back," said Mrs. Catherine. "I am feared there is little hope for the lad, Archie Sutherland, child, and I am solicitous to hear from Lewis what kind of friends his sister Isabel has. If the lad is ruined (which the Almighty avert, if it be His pleasure!) what is the wilful fool of a girl to do? A man may win back good fame, even if it be once lost--and _that_ is a sore fight--but a woman can never; and if she be left in that narrow place, with an evil-speaking world that judges other folk as it knows it should be judged itself, I say to you, child, what is the inconsiderate fuil to do?" "Captain Duncombe will surely come to take care of his wife," said Anne.