‘Mrs. Hungerford is never seen to the best advantage when not dealing with the brighter sides of life, or seeming to enjoy as much as her readers the ready sallies and laughing jests of her youthful personages. In her present novel, however, the heroine, if not all smiles and mirth, is quite as taking as her many predecessors, while the spirit of uncontrolled mischief is typified in the American heiress.’—_Morning Post._ =THE THREE GRACES.= 2 vols., crown 8vo., 10s. net. ‘It is impossible to deny that Mrs. Hungerford is capable of writing a charming love-story, and that she proves her capacity to do so in “The Three Graces.”’—_Academy._ LONDON: CHATTO & WINDUS, PICCADILLY. THE PROFESSOR’S EXPERIMENT =A Novel= BY MRS. HUNGERFORD AUTHOR OF ‘MOLLY BAWN,’ ‘THE RED-HOUSE MYSTERY,’ ‘THE THREE GRACES,’ ‘LADY VERNER’S FLIGHT,’ ETC. [Illustration] IN THREE VOLUMES VOL. II. =London= CHATTO & WINDUS, PICCADILLY 1895 THE PROFESSOR’S EXPERIMENT CHAPTER XXI. ‘Confidence imparts a wondrous inspiration to its possessor. It bears him on in security, either to meet no danger or to find matter of glorious trial.’ The girl seems powerfully affected by the determination she has come to, so much so as to be almost on the point of fainting. Wyndham, catching her by the arm, presses her back into the garden-chair. ‘Not a word,’ says he. ‘Why should you tell me?’ ‘I must, I will!’ She sits up, and with marvellous strength of will recovers herself. ‘There is very little to tell,’ says she faintly. ‘I have lived all my life in one house. As a little child I came to it. Before that I remember nothing. If’—she looks at him—‘I tell you names and places, you will keep them sacred? You will not betray me?’ Her glance is now at once wistful and frightened. ‘I shall certainly not do that,’ says he gravely. ‘But why speak if you need not?’ ‘I don’t know.’ She pauses, clasping her hands tightly together, and then at last, ‘I want to tell you.’ ‘Well, tell me,’ says Wyndham gently. ‘The name of the people I lived with was Moore,’ says she, speaking at once and rapidly, as if eager to get rid of what she has volunteered to tell. ‘They called me Moore, too—Ella Moore—though I know, I am sure, I did not belong to them.’ ‘Ella?’