A disturbed shade seemed to fall upon the baronet's face. She followed his eyes, riveted upon the door. The hum of conversation had suddenly ceased, and every one was looking in the same direction. On the threshold stood a tall, gaunt man, gazing in upon the scene before him with an expression of distinct aversion, mingled with indifference. He was dressed just like the other men, in a long frock coat, and he had a white gardenia in his buttonhole. But there was something about him distinct and noticeable--something in the quiet easy manner with which he at last moved forward to greet his hostess, which seemed to thrill her through and through with a sense of sweet familiarity. And then she caught a turn of his head as he stooped down over Lady Meltoun's hand, and a great wave of bewilderment, mingled with an acute throbbing joy, swept in upon her. This man, whom every one was gazing at with such eager interest, was her father's tenant, Mr. Bernard Brown. CHAPTER XVI A SNUB FOR A BARONET Those few moments were full of a strange, intense interest to the three persons who side by side had watched the entrance of Mr. Bernard Maddison. To Helen Thurwell, whose whole being was throbbing with a great quickening joy, they were passed in a strenuous effort to struggle against the faintness which the shock of this great tumult of feeling had brought with it. To the artist, who loved her, they brought their own peculiar despair as he watched the light playing upon her features, and the new glow of happiness which shone in those sweet, sad eyes. And to Sir Allan Beaumerville, who had reasons of his own for surprise at this meeting, they brought a distinct sensation of annoyance. The artist was the first to recover himself. He knew that the battle was over for him, that this woman already loved, and that his cause was hopeless. And with little of man's ordinary selfishness on such occasions, his first thought was for her. "You would like to change your seat," he whispered. "Come with me into the recess yonder. I will show you some engravings." She flashed a grateful look up at him, and saw that he knew her secret. "I should like it," she said. "Walk that side of me, please." They rose and made their way to one of the little screened recesses which people--especially young people--said made Lady Meltoun's rooms so delightful. He placed a chair for her, and taking up a book of engravings buried himself in it. "Don't speak to me for five minutes, please," he said. "I am looking for a design." At the end of that time he closed the book, and looked up at her. There was no fear of her fainting now. She was very pale, but she seemed quite calm. "I am going to speak to Maddison," he said quietly. "Do you--may I bring him and introduce him to you?" She looked up at him with luminous eyes. "If you please. Don't tell him my name, though." "It shall be as you wish," he answered.