"For no one, my lord. I took her one note, but it was written by myself." "Gustave," said Lord Chandon, sternly, "I command you to tell all you know of the lady." "I promised not to betray her, my lord," and as he spoke he looked wistfully at his master. Adrian thought that he saw tears in his eyes. "Gustave," he said, "you have always been faithful to me. Tell me, who is this lady?" "Oh, my lord!" cried the man, in a strange voice, "can you not guess?" Lord Chandon was puzzled, and then his face changed, a ghastly pallor came over it. "Do you mean to tell me," he demanded, in a trembling voice, "that it is--it is Miss Vaughan?" A look of wild excitement came over Adrian's face, as he turned to Lady Dartelle. "I believe," he said, "that the lady you call your governess is the one I have so long searched for--the lady who is betrothed to me--Miss Vaughan. Where is she?" he cried, "she must be looked for. Thank heaven, I have found some trace of her at last!" "Where is Aubrey?" he asked, and in a few minutes the young baronet had heard the story. He could scarcely conceal his excitement and wonder. "I will find her," said Adrian to Sir Aubrey. "Will you go down to the seashore, Aubrey? And I will take Gustave with me through the woods. I will find her, living or dead." They were half way through the woods, walking on in profound silence, when Gustave, looking through a cluster of trees, suddenly clutched his master's arm. "Look, my lord, there is something lying under that tree!" It was Hyacinth's silent, prostrate form. "She is dead!" cried Gustave. But Lord Chandon pushed him away. With a cry of agony the man never forgot, he raised the silent figure in his arms. "My darling!" he cried, "Oh, heaven, do not let me lose her! Give me the brandy, Gustave, quickly," he said, "and run--run for your life. Tell Lady Dartelle that we have found Miss Vaughan, and ask her to send a carriage to the entrance to the woods, telegraph for a doctor, and have all ready as soon as possible." Adrian would allow no other hands to touch her. He raised her, carried her to the carriage, and held her during the short drive. When they reached the house, and she had been carried to her room, he went to Lady Dartelle and took her hands in his. Tears shone in his eyes. "Lady Dartelle," he said, "I would give my life for hers! Will you do your best to save her for me?" "I will," she replied, "you may trust me." Adrian did not leave the house, but Sir Aubrey Dartelle telegraphed Sir Arthur and Lady Vaughan the glad tidings that the lost one had been found. Dr. Ewald was astonished, when he went down stairs, to find himself caught in a most impulsive and excited manner by the hand. "The truth, doctor," said Lord Chandon, "I must know the truth! Is there any danger?" "I think not. If she is kept quiet, and free from excitement for two days, I will predict a perfect recovery."