"Well, think, with all your might, or, still better, think, and give me your list--and if I saw the name I should know it--and you can think in the meantime," said Grace, speaking very quickly. "I have it!" she exclaimed, joyfully pointing with her finger to it and holding out the paper to him. "Chemical works! now do not forget, chemical, chemical, chemical--say it over and over again, for fear of forgetting it. Well, Mr. Lyons, at Renton there is a huge large chemical work, and Mr. Drayton used to go there constantly. I remember his saying one day that he had invested money--a quantity of money--in these things." "That will do then," he said. "I will boldly ask for Mr. Drayton to-morrow morning, and ask if he is still interested in the Renton chemical works. You will see, all will go well." "I pray that it may. I shall write a long letter to my poor darling and entreat her to tell me exactly the state of the case. She has so much cleverness that I _cannot_ understand her not coming to see me. She must have some difficulty to contend with we know nothing of." "Ask her to suggest some plan herself, if she requires help of any kind," said young Lyons. "Yes, only she is so horribly conscientious, she may make difficulties. Her spirit seems so broken." "Hearing that man laugh is quite enough to make one wish never to laugh again. However, now that I have something definite to do I feel happier. Oh! if all only goes well. "I hope Lady Lyons is not uneasy about your being so much away." "No, she is quite accustomed to my erratic movements. Good-bye, and if...." He stopped, turned very red, and went swiftly out of her presence. CHAPTER X. Margaret found the days pass on with a monotony which was very terrible to her. At times her husband joined her at dinner, but she never knew when to expect him. Sometimes he came into the nursery, when he would sit watching her and the child, in whom her love (starved in every other direction) centred so completely. She learned to be horribly afraid of him. She could not understand how the doctor could reconcile it to his conscience to speak of him as sane; there was such a wildness in his eyes, and a vagueness in his laughter, which made her shiver with fright.