"I really must go," she declared, at last, hitching up her pom from beneath her arm. "Well, if you must, you must, I suppose, Miss Tempest," he responded at last, with great reluctance. "I fear you don't care for my society," he added, with a sigh. "How very foolish!" she cried. "Of course, I do--only, as I have explained, I have an engagement which I can't possibly break. My dinner-dress is a positive rag." "Then let us meet later to-day," he suggested. "This evening--at any time you like," he urged. "Will you see me again? Do," he implored. For some time she made no reply. She was reflecting deeply. At last, with pale face, and striving to preserve a bold front, she replied rather frigidly: "No, really, Mr Remington, I am sorry, very sorry, but I cannot meet you again. I thank you ever so much for saving my little Snookie, but, in our mutual interests, it is far the best that we should not meet again." "Why? I really don't understand you!" he exclaimed, much mystified. "I am sorry, I repeat, Mr Remington--very sorry indeed--but I can't meet you again," she said, in a hard, determined tone. "I do not dare to." "Engaged, I suppose--and fear tittle-tattle--eh?" he sniffed. "No, I'm not engaged," was her rather haughty response, her cheeks colouring slightly. "Then why cannot we meet? What prevents it?" She looked at him with a strange, almost weird expression in her big luminous eyes. "A barrier lies between us, Mr Remington," she said, in a low, very earnest voice. "We must never meet again after to-day--never?" "But, Miss Tempest--you--" "I have told you the truth," she said, firmly, rising with little Snookie tucked beneath her arm. "Please do not ask me the reason. Come, let us rejoin Maud and your friend." She started off, and he, being helpless in the face of her determination, was compelled to follow her. What, he wondered, was the mysterious motive of her refusal to see him again? CHAPTER TWO. PRESENTS A CURIOUS PROBLEM. On entering old Mr Mutimer's house a telegram addressed to Raife lay upon the hall-table. Tearing it open, he read the brief summons. "Come at once, urgent.--Mother." The words were startling in their brevity. Turning to his friend, he exclaimed in alarmed accents: "Something serious has happened at home, old man. See what the mater has wired." He handed the telegram to Teddy. Teddy read it and gave it back. "I'm awfully sorry, Raife. There's a good train in about an hour from now. While you are waiting, you might ring up home and find out what's the matter." "A good idea," said Raife. And at once he entered the study, and, taking up the telephone receiver, got a trunk call. In less than five minutes he was speaking with Edgson, the old butler at Aldborough Park, his father's fine place near Tunbridge Wells. "Is Lady Remington there?" asked Raife, eagerly. "Tell her I want to speak to her."