Vincent had listened up to this point with moderate self-restraint--partially, perhaps, subdued by the alarmed expression of his mother's face, who had fixed her anxious eyes upon him, and vainly tried to convey telegraphic warnings; but the name of Lady Western stung him. "What is all this about?" he asked, with assumed coldness. "Nobody supposes, surely, that I am to render an account of my private friends to the managers of the chapel. It is a mistake, if it has entered any imagination. I shall do nothing of the kind. There is enough of this. When I neglect my duties, I presume I shall hear of it more seriously. In the mean time, I have real business in hand." "But, Arthur dear, I daresay some one has misunderstood you," said his mother; "it always turns out so. I came the day before yesterday, Mrs. Tozer. I left home very suddenly in great anxiety, and I was very much fatigued by the journey, and I must go back to-day. I have been very selfish, taking my son away from his usual occupations. Never mind me, Arthur dear; if you have any business, leave me to rest a little with Mrs. Tozer. I can take such a liberty here, because I know she is such a friend of yours. Don't keep Mr. Tozer away from his business on my account. I know what it is when time is valuable. I will just stay a little with Mrs. Tozer, and you can let me know when it is time for the train. Yes, I came up very hurriedly," said the gentle diplomatist, veiling her anxiety as she watched the gloomy countenances round her. "We had heard some bad news; I had to ask my son to go to town yesterday for me, and--and I must go home to-day without much comfort. I feel a good deal shaken, but I dare not stay away any longer from my dear child at home." "Dear, dear; I hope it's nothing serious as has happened?" said Mrs. Tozer, slightly mollified. "It is some bad news about the gentleman Susan was going to marry," said Mrs. Vincent, with a rapid calculation of the necessities of the position; "and she does not know yet. Arthur, my dear boy, it would be a comfort to my mind to know about the train." "Oh, and you will be so fatigued!" said Phoebe. "I do so hope it's nothing bad. I _am_ so interested about Miss Vincent. Oh, Pa, do go down-stairs and look at the railway bill. Won't you lie down on the sofa a little and rest? Fancy, mamma, taking two journeys in three days!--it would kill you; and, oh, I do so hope it is nothing very bad. I have so longed to see you and Mr. Vincent's sister. He told me all about her one evening. Is the gentleman ill? But do lie down and rest after all your fatigue. Mamma, don't you think it would do Mrs. Vincent good?"