This was nicely calculated to soothe Henry, and also to make Coventry, who was a man of tact, change his own manner. Nor was it altogether without that effect. But then it annoyed Coventry, and made him wish to end it. After a while he said, “My dear Grace, it can't be far from Raby Hall. I think you had better let me take you home at once.” Grace colored high, and bit her lip. Henry was green with jealous anguish. “Are you quite recovered yourself?” said Grace, demurely, to Mr. Coventry. “Quite; thanks to this good fellow's hospitality.” “Then WOULD you mind going to Raby, and sending some people for me? I really feel hardly equal to fresh exertion just yet.” This proposal brought a flush of pleasure to Henry's cheek, and mortified Mr. Coventry cruelly in his turn. “What, go and leave you here? Surely you can not be serious.” “Oh, I don't wish you to leave me. Only you seemed in a hurry.” Henry was miserable again. Coventry did not let well alone, he alluded delicately but tenderly to what had passed between them, and said he could not bear her out of his sight until she was safe at Raby. The words and the tone were those of a lover, and Henry was in agony: thereupon Grace laughed it off, “Not bear me out of your sight!” said she. “Why, you ran away from me, and tumbled into the river. Ha! ha! ha! And” (very seriously) “we should both be in another world but for Mr. Little.” “You are very cruel,” said Mr. Coventry. “When you gave up in despair, I ran for help. You punish me for failure; punish me savagely.” “Yes, I was ungenerous,” said Grace. “Forgive me.” But she said it rather coolly, and not with a very penitent air. She added an explanation more calculated to please Henry than him. “Your gallantry is always graceful; and it is charming, in a drawing-room; but in this wild place, and just after escaping the grave, let us talk like sensible people. If you and I set out for Raby Hall alone, we shall lose our way again, and perish, to a certainty. But I think Mr. Little must know the way to Raby Hall.” “Oh, then,” said Coventry, catching at her idea, “perhaps Mr. Little would add to the great obligation, under which he has laid us both, by going to Raby Hall and sending assistance hither.” “I can't do that,” said Henry, roughly. “And that is not at all what I was going to propose,” said Grace, quietly. “But perhaps you would be so good as to go with us to Raby Hall? Then I should feel safe; and I want Mr. Raby to thank you, for I feel how cold and unmeaning all I have said to you is; I seem to have no words.” Her voice faltered, and her sweet eyes filled.