One morning they would drive to some romantic and historic spot; another there would be some flower show or _fete_, which he insisted upon them seeing; on others, they would play lawn tennis in the now beautiful grounds. The fame of the new Hurst had spread abroad, and those of the county families who were in residence called at once, and dinner parties were given and accepted. So the week glided by quickly, even to Una, who reckoned time by the day on which she would see Jack. Every morning there came a scrawl--Jack's handwriting was mysterious and terrible--from him; in every letter he expressed his longing to see her, and the hateful time he was having in town. But every letter had some mention of Lady Bell; and it was evident that he spent most of his time at Park Lane. But Una was not jealous--she put away from her resolutely any feeling of that kind. "I am so glad that Lady Bell is in town, and that Jack has some place to go to," she said to Mrs. Davenant. And Mrs. Davenant smiled; but sighed at the same time. To her, as to others, it seemed that Jack spent too much time in attendance upon the great heiress. Stephen's money flew, it was scattered about in every direction; but still he was not popular. Men touched their hats, but they never smiled as they had done at the old squire, and as they had done at Jack. There was something about Stephen that the Hurst folk could not and would not take to; and even while they were drinking with his money, they talked of Master Jack and shook their heads regretfully. And Stephen knew it, and hated them all; but most of all hated old Skettle. It seemed as if the old man was ubiquitous; he was everywhere. Stephen could not take a walk outside the grounds but he came upon the old man; and, though Skettle always raised his hat and gave him "Good-day," Stephen felt the small, keen eyes watching him. Of Hudsley he had seen nothing. At last the county papers announced the important fact that Lady Earlsley had arrived at Earl's Court, and Una knew that in two days she would see Jack. That night Stephen was more attentive than ever. They had been dining out at a neighbor's, and were sitting in the drawing-room, talking over the evening. The prospect of Jack's coming had brought a glad light to Una's eyes--a brighter color to her face. In two days she should see him! In her happiness she felt amiable and tender to all around her, and, for the first time, she responded to Stephen's unceasing devotion. He had brought in from the new library a whole pile of books relating to the county, and was showing and explaining the illustrations. "That is Earl's Court," he said; "a beautiful place, isn't it? But Lady Bell has several grander places than that." "She is very rich," said Una. "Very," he said, thoughtfully. "It's a pity that she does not marry." Una smiled. "She says that she will never marry," she said. Stephen looked up.