"Mr. Dundas said he was at home only to Miss Ellington, ma'am," said she. "Then kindly tell Mr. Dundas that Lady Ellington has come with her," said she. The fight was in grim earnest now. Both Madge and her mother were disposed to fight every yard of ground. But the former had some remnant of duty, of compassion left. Horrible to her as had been the scene on the doorstep, convincing as it had been to her of some breach of faith, of honour, on her mother's part, she did not want to expose that. "Ah! is it wise of you?" she said. "Had you not better go home? You can do no good, mother." "We will go upstairs," said Lady Ellington. The studio was at the top of the house, and two landings had to be passed and three staircases surmounted before it was reached. On the second of these Madge had fallen back behind her mother, throwing the dark cloak which she wore on to a chair. The scarlet opera cloak she had on her arm. The maid had preceded them both, and threw the door of the studio open without announcement of names. Lady Ellington entered first, a moment afterwards came Madge, dressed as for the portrait, with the cloak over her arm. Now Evelyn had been through an emotional crisis not less vital than that of Madge. Indeed, the changes that had passed for him since he had received her note were wider than was anything that had come to her. She had passed only from the uncertainty as to the manner in which he and she would come face to face again; while he had passed from the certainty that all was over to the certainty that all was yet to come. Yet when the door opened and Lady Ellington appeared, he felt as if death on the white horse was there. But a moment afterwards, before he had even time to greet her, came life with the eyes he loved and the face and form that he loved. And he stood there silent a moment, looking from one to the other. "I learned that my daughter was going to sit to you again, Mr. Dundas," said Lady Ellington, "and I came with her, met her here rather, in order to forbid it. After what you said to her on that day down in the New Forest, it is not conceivable that she should sit to you again. You must have known that. Yet you allowed her to come here, alone, for all you knew. I only ask you if you think that is the act of a gentleman?" Evelyn flushed. "When Miss Ellington proposed it, how could I refuse?" he said quickly. "She had decided to trust me, and from the bottom of my heart I thanked her for it, and I should not have been unworthy of her trust. Ever since you wrote to me from Brockenhurst----" Madge turned to him. "My mother wrote to you from Brockenhurst?" she asked. "Yes; surely you knew--you must have known!" he said. "I had not the smallest idea of it till this minute. What did she say?" Lady Ellington lost her head a little. "The letter I wrote you was private," she said; "it was meant only for your eye."