Poor Guy--he little dreamed what was in store for him just inside the door where he stood ringing one morning early in May, and which, when at last it was opened, shut in a very different man from the one who went through it three hours later, benumbed and half-crazed with bewilderment and surprise. CHAPTER V THE DIVORCE He had expected to meet Daisy in the hall, but she was nowhere in sight, and she who appeared in response to the card he sent up seemed confused and unnatural to such a degree that Guy asked in some alarm if anything had happened, and where Daisy was. Nothing had happened--that is--well, nothing was the matter with Daisy, Mrs. McDonald said, only she was nervous and not feeling quite well that morning, and thought she had better not come down. They had not expected him so soon, she continued, and she regretted exceedingly that her husband was not there, but she had sent for him, and hoped he would come immediately. Had Mr. Thornton been to breakfast? Yes, he had, and he did not understand at all what she meant; if Daisy could not come to him he must go to her, he said, and he started for the door, when Mrs. McDonald sprang forward, and, laying her hand on his arm, held him back, saying: "Wait, Mr. Thornton; wait till husband comes--to tell you--" "Tell me what?" Guy demanded of her, feeling sure now that something had befallen Daisy. "Tell you--that--that--Daisy is--that he has--that--oh, believe me, it was not my wish, and I don't know now why it was done," Mrs. McDonald said, still trying to detain Guy and keep him in the room. But her efforts were vain, for, shaking off her grasp, Guy opened the hall door, and with a cry of joy caught Daisy herself in his arms. In a state of fearful excitement and very curious to know what was passing between her mother and Guy, she had stolen downstairs to listen, and had reached the door just as Guy opened it so suddenly. "Daisy, darling, I feared you were sick," he cried, nearly smothering her with his caresses. But Daisy writhed herself away from him, and, putting up her hands to keep him off, cried out: "Oh, Guy, Guy, you can't--you mustn't. You must never kiss me again or love me any more, because I am--I am not--oh, Guy, I wish you had never seen me; I am so sorry, too. I did like you. I--I--Guy--Guy--I ain't your wife any more! Father has got a divorce!"