Yet those eyes had haunted him in their meek appealing tenderness ever since. He did not meet her anywhere by accident, and he did not try to meet her by design. He only thought of her constantly. But what had he to do with the banker's wealthy heiress, the future mistress of Lone? If he were so unwise as to seek her acquaintance, the world would be quick to ascribe the most mercenary motives to his conduct. But like weaker minded lovers, he comforted himself by writing such transcendental poetry as "The Soul's Recognition," "The Meeting of the Spirits," "What Those Eyes Said," etc. He did not publish these. After having relieved his mind of them, he put them away to keep in his portfolio. So you see the handsome, "princely" Hereward was as much in love with our pale, gray-eyed girl as She could possibly be with him. And so with the young marquis also the season passed slowly and heavily away, until the day came when into his den at the office of the _Liberator_ walked Sir Lemuel Levison. His heart really beat faster, although it was only her father who entered. He arose, and placed a chair for his visitor. "Lord Arondelle, you _know_ I knew you when I met you at Lord P.'s dinner-party, and I saw that you knew me. It was not my business to interfere with your incognito, and so I met you as you met me--as a stranger. But surely here and now we may meet as friends without disguise," said the banker, as he slowly sank into his seat. "We must do so, Sir Lemuel, since we are _tete-a-tete_. It would be idle and useless to do otherwise," replied the young marquis, courteously. "And now, my young friend, you are wondering what has brought me here," continued the banker. "I am at least most grateful to any circumstance that gives me the pleasure of your company, Sir Lemuel," courteously replied the young marquis. "Well, my lord, I come to beg you to waive ceremony, and go home with me to dinner this evening. I hope you have no engagement to prevent you from coming," added Sir Lemuel, with more earnestness than the occasion seemed to call for. "I have no engagement to prevent me," answered the young man frankly, but slowly and thoughtfully, for he was wondering not only at the invitation but at the suddenness and earnestness with which it was given. "Then I _hope_ you will come?" said the banker. "You are very kind, Sir Lemuel. Yes, thanks, I will come," said the marquis. "So happy! Will you allow me to call for you--at--at your lodgings?" "Thanks, Sir Lemuel, if you will kindly call _here_ at your own hour, it will be more directly in your way home, and you will find me ready to accompany you." "Quite right. I will be here at seven. Good morning." And with this the banker went away. "He wants me to make an article about something, I suppose," mused the young man when the elder had gone. "I will go. I will see that sweet girl again, even if I never see her afterwards."