"Don't worry her with so many questions, sister," said Mrs. Markland, aside, to Aunt Grace; "I will know all in good time." "Your good time may prove a very bad time," was answered, a little sharply. "What do you mean by that?" asked Mrs. Markland, turning her eyes full upon the face of her companion. "I mean that in any matter affecting so deeply a girl like Fanny, the mother's time for knowing all about it is now. Something is wrong, you may depend upon it." At the commencement of this conversation, Fanny retired from the room. "The child's mind has been disturbed by the unfortunate letter from Mr. Lyon. The something wrong goes not beyond this." "Unfortunate! You may well say unfortunate. I don't know what has come over Edward. He isn't the same man that he was, before that foreign adventurer darkened our sunny home with his presence. Unfortunate! It is worse than unfortunate! Edward's sending that letter at all was more a crime than a mistake. But as to the wrong in regard to Fanny, I am not so sure that it only consists in a disturbance of her mind." There was a look of mystery, blended with anxious concern, in the countenance of Aunt Grace, that caused Mrs. Markland to say, quickly-- "Speak out what is in your thoughts, Grace. Have no concealments with me, especially on a subject like this." "I may be over-suspicious--I may wrong the dear child--but--" Aunt Grace looked unusually serious. "But what?" Mrs. Markland had grown instantly pale at the strange words of her husband's sister. "John, the gardener, says that he saw Mr. Lyon on the day after Edward went to New York." "Where?" "Not far from here." "Deceived, as Edward was. John saw our new neighbour, Mr. Willet." "Maybe so, and maybe not; and I am strongly inclined to believe in the maybe not. As for that Lyon, I have no faith in him, and never had, as you know, from the beginning. And I shouldn't be at all surprised if he were prowling about here, trying to get stolen interviews with Fanny." "Grace! How dare you suggest such a thing?" exclaimed Mrs. Markland, with an energy and indignation almost new to her character. Grace was rather startled by so unexpected a response from her sister-in-law, and for a moment or two looked abashed. "Better be scared than hurt, you know, Agnes," she replied, coolly, as soon as she had recovered herself. "Not if scared by mere phantoms of our own diseased imaginations," said Mrs. Markland. "There is something more solid than a phantom in the present case, I'm afraid. What do you suppose takes Fanny away so often, all by herself, to the Fountain Grove?" "Grace Markland! What can you mean by such a question?" The mother of Fanny looked frightened.