He nodded, and dismissed her, and then gave himself up again to contemplation of the incident in connection with what had preceded it. He, as well as Mrs. Pamflett, had noted his daughter's blushes, her eagerness, her excitement of delight, and he placed his own construction upon her manner. It seemed to him as if he had been drawn into some game which it was vitally necessary he should win. It was strange how things appeared to fit in with one another! He had been thinking of lawyers, and here was one in his house, an unmistakable intruder, with flowers and presents for Phoebe, the daughter of rich Miser Farebrother. A clever lawyer too, and a great friend of the Lethbridges, whom he hated from the bottom of his heart. Bold schemers they, and a bold ally this Mr. Cornwall, to presume to come, uninvited, to his house, regarding him, its owner, as a person of no importance, whose wishes it was unnecessary to consult! What had passed between this unwelcome guest and Phoebe? How far had they gone? and what was being hidden from him? He did not doubt now that the presence of the Lethbridges in Parksides on his daughter's birthday was part of a cunning plot, in which their lawyer friend was a principal actor. "They are all in a league against me," he thought; "but I shall be equal with them. If Phoebe disobeys me, she must take the consequences. I will wring a promise from her to-night before I go to bed." "Mr. Cornwall," said Phoebe, when she rejoined her friends in the open, "will you stop and have a cup of tea with us." "Would it be possible," he said, turning with smiles to Fanny, "for me to refuse?" "How should I know?" said Fanny, tossing her head. "It will be a great pleasure to me," said Fred Cornwall to Phoebe. "I almost feared that I should be looked upon as an intruder." "Of course you did," said Fanny, making a face at him behind her cousin's back; "that is why you came." "We can all go back to London together," said Aunt Leth. "Yes," said Fanny, "and you can make love to me in the train." "You must not mind her, Mr. Cornwall," said Aunt Leth; "her high spirits sometimes run away with her." "I wish some nice young gentleman would," whispered Fanny to Phoebe. "Why doesn't a fairy godmother take me in hand?" "Aunt," said Phoebe, aside, to Mrs. Lethbridge, "I think I was never quite so happy as I am to-day. You have no idea how kind papa has been to me." Aunt Leth pressed Phoebe's arm affectionately, and at that moment Mrs. Pamflett appeared and said that tea was ready. She had delayed it till the last minute in the hope that Jeremiah would arrive, and she was vexed and disappointed at his absence. Outwardly, however, she was all graciousness, and she took especial pains to put on her most amiable manners. "No girl ever had a more beautiful birthday," thought Phoebe, as they all trooped into the house. END OF VOL. I. PRINTED BY KELLY AND CO., GATE STREET, LINCOLN'S INN FIELDS, W.C.; AND MIDDLE MILL, KINGSTON-ON-THAMES.