Annabelle, usually taciturn and silent, now changed colour more perceptibly, and replied: 'Surely Mr. Falconer must have said so! How should _I_ know, otherwise?' Cecil was perfectly aware that he had never done so, but was puzzled to think how Miss Erroll was aware of his friend's talent. 'You have met, perhaps?' he began. 'In society--yes; people meet each other everywhere nowadays,' she replied, and looked another way. The three riders were still in view of the loftily-situated house and tall old tower of Eaglescraig, and Hew's eyes, from the terrace, were following them. He seemed still to see the skill and grace with which--as if he caressed her--Cecil Falconer had swung Mary Montgomerie into her saddle, and the care and tenderness with which he adjusted her stirrup, her habit, and reins. He seemed to see, too, the light in the eyes of both as they scampered down the long avenue, ere he turned away to get a foaming beaker of soda-and-brandy, in Mr. Tunley's pantry, as a panacea for his bitter thoughts. He watched the trio disappear over a slope, or braehead, where the road dipped downward, and he registered a vow of vengeance on Cecil Falconer if the latter crossed his purposes--a vow all the deeper for being unspoken--and he achieved it terribly when the time came, and it was ultimately to assume a form and force beyond even what he himself could have conceived! Nature had cursed Hew with a suspicious and jealous disposition; inherent doubt of everyone was a part of that very disposition. Thus, his own total want of success with Mary Montgomerie, on one hand, led him, on the other, to conceive the most exaggerated ideas of the progress Cecil Falconer must already have made with her. Hew Montgomerie, when he chose, could be 'a good hater,' and, as such, would have been decidedly after the heart of the 'great' English lexicographer, whose hateful addendum was, 'I never forgive an injury;' but Cecil had in no way injured Hew. CHAPTER VI. A REVELATION. Of Cecil Falconer's mood of mind and views of the whole situation at this time, we can be best informed by a letter which he despatched to his friend and chum, Leslie Fotheringhame, on the day subsequent to the little riding expedition: 'Eaglescraig, Cunninghame. 'MY DEAR LESLIE,