She made no reply, but yielded the hand he had caught in his and pressed in his emotion, till it gave her intense pain, and walked by his side as if fascinated. She was very pale now, and her temples throbbed, but no word came to her lips. She could not speak. Alleyne walked swiftly from the room, threw open the door, and led Glynne past the window, and down one of the sloping paths, towards where a seat had been placed during the past few months, never with the intention of its being occupied by Glynne. While he spoke, and as they were on their way, Lucy came back into the room. "Pray forgive me, Glynne. I--Oh!" Lucy stopped short, with an ejaculation full of surprise and pleasure. "It _is_ coming right!" she exclaimed--"it is coming right! Oh, I must not listen to them. How absurd. I could not hear them if I tried. I ought not to watch them either. But I can't help it. It can't be very wrong. He's my own dear brother, and I'm sure I love Glynne like a sister, and I'm sure I pray that good may come of all this, for it would be madness for her to think of keeping to her engagement with that dreadful--" Lucy stopped short, with her eyes dilated and fixed. She had heard a sound, and turned sharply to feel as if turned to stone; but long ere this Glynne had been led by Alleyne to the seat, and silence had fallen between them. The same strange sensation of fascination was upon Glynne. She was terror-stricken, and yet happy; she was ready to turn and flee the moment the influence ceased to hold her there, but meanwhile she felt as if in a dream, and allowed her companion to place her in the seat beneath the clustering ivy, which was one mass of darkening berries, while he stood before her with his hands clasped, his forehead wrinkled, evidently the prey to some fierce emotion. "He loves me," whispered Glynne's heart, and there was a sweet sensation of joy to thrill her nerves, but only to be broken down the next moment at the call of duty; and she sat motionless, listening as he said, roughly and hoarsely,-- "I never thought to have spoken these word to you, Glynne. I believed that I was master of myself. But they will come--I must tell you. I should not--I feel I should not, but I must--I must. Glynne--forgive me--have pity on me--I love you more than I can say." The spell was broken as he caught her hands in his. The sense of being fascinated had passed away, leaving Glynne Day in the full possession of her faculties, and the thought of the duty she owed another, as she started to her feet, saying words that came to her lips, not from her heart, but she knew not how they were inspired, as she spoke with all the angry dignity of an outraged woman. "How dare you?" she exclaimed, in a tone that made him shrink from her. "How dare you speak to me, your sister's friend, like this? It is an insult, Mr Alleyne, and that you know."