'I wish it would work one with that dear old fogie, the general! When last he spoke to me it was somewhat like the stern parent in Allan-a-Dale, for he literally '"Lifted the latch, and bade me begone." His arm was still encircling her; his left hand pressed her right; her cheek half sunk on his shoulder, their breath mingling as they swept on, intoxicated alike by the measure of the dance and the music of Strauss; in their souls unmindful of all ways and means--of marriage and the general; of houses; of equipages; of society and the world--unmindful of all, save that they loved each other, and were together alone--alone even in that brilliant throng, till Mary could spin no more; and he led her well-nigh breathless to the most sequestered seat he could find, between two great vases of flowers near the curtained gallery, under which some of the supper-tables were, and his own servant, Tommy Atkins, who was in attendance there, promptly brought them some iced champagne. On the third finger of her left hand, Mary had a ring that Cecil had placed there--a diamond cluster, and which she was fond of drawing off her glove to contemplate, with a self-conscious aspect and tender smile--a ring unnoticed by all save Annabelle, who now wore a nearly precisely similar emblem. She had drawn off her glove now, and as she sat fanning herself, while Cecil bent over her chair whispering little nothings, dear only to themselves, Hew Montgomerie, unseen by both, came near. We have told in our first volume that Hew was a 'good hater'--one precisely after the heart of the great Lexicographer--and how he had made a vow to revenge himself on Falconer--a vow all the deeper for being an unuttered one; and the time to redeem that vow had now come! Hew's hand passed for a moment lingeringly over Cecil's goblet of champagne. A close observer might have remarked that Hew's hand suddenly opened and shut, and that as he did so the wine frothed up anew and curiously; but no close observer was there, and Hew withdrew some paces, and laughed his noiseless, joyless laugh, as he watched Cecil, while replying smilingly and fondly to some laughing remark of Mary, put his hand to the goblet, lift it from the table, and finish its contents at a draught, like a heated and thirsty young dancer as he was. Hew then withdrew from their vicinity; but all that followed, followed fast indeed!