‘No; go and order breakfast, and then come and fetch me. I’ll look over the books and see who have gone before us,’ said Kitty. He left her seated, half leaning over the table, studying the records which she had spread out before her. At that moment Kitty had a great sympathy for everybody who had been married, and a wondering desire to know what they had felt. CHAPTER IV. A DISCOVERY. When Walter came back, having ordered a meal such as was most easily procurable in those regions, that is to say, tea and stale bread and fresh oatcakes and a dish of ham and eggs, he found Kitty waiting for him in a fever of impatience. She had one of the blacksmith’s big register-books opened out upon the table, and her eyes were dancing with excitement. She rushed to meet him and caught him by the arm. ‘Wat!’ she said, ‘oh, how soon can we get back?’ ‘Get back!’ he cried; ‘but we are not going back.’ ‘Oh yes, but we are, as quick as we can fly. Go and order the horses this minute--oh, I forgot, it’s a train! Can’t we have a train directly? When is there a train?’ ‘For goodness’ sake, Kitty, what do you mean? But we are married! You can’t be going to turn your back upon me.’ ‘Oh, fiddlesticks!’ said Kitty, in her excitement; ‘who talks of turning their back? I’ve found out something that will make mamma jump; it makes me jump to begin with!’ exclaimed the girl, performing a dance on the floor. ‘They’ll never say a word to us. They’ll be struck dumb with this. Look! look!’ Walter looked with great surprise, without the slightest conception of what it could be to which his attention was called. His eyes wandered along the page, seeing nothing. A long array of names: what could there be in these to call for all this commotion? Kitty pushed him aside in her excitement. She laid her finger upon one short signature written very small. He read it, and turned and looked at her aghast. ‘Kitty! what do you mean? Who is it? It can’t--it can’t be----’ ‘Well!’ cried Kitty, ‘and who could it be? “Joan Blencarrow”--there’s only one person of that name in all the world.’ ‘Good heavens!’ Walter cried. He had more feeling than she had, for he stood aghast. Mrs. Blencarrow! He seemed to see her suddenly in all her dignity and splendour, as he had seen her standing receiving her guests. Kitty jumped with excitement, but Walter was appalled. ‘Mrs. Blencarrow! I can’t believe it! I don’t believe it!’ he said. ‘What does it matter whether you believe it or not, for there it is?’ said Kitty, triumphant. ‘Oh, what a state mamma will be in! She will never say a word to us. She will pay no attention, any more than if we had been out for a walk. Oh, how she will like to pull down Mrs. Blencarrow!--she that was always so grand, and people thinking there was nobody like her. And all this time--three years----’ Kitty’s eyes danced with delight. To think that she should be the one to find out such a wonderful secret intoxicated her with satisfaction and pleasure.