Cecil had that pertinacity of nature that is stimulated to resistance by opposition; and she thought of the Egyptian campaign, and her desire to understand the siege of Acre. Then she recollected that Miss Vivian had spoken of reading the book, and this decided her. "I'll go to Sirenwood, look at it, and order it. No one can expect me to submit to have no friends abroad nor books at home. Besides, it is all some foolish old family feud; and what a noble thing it will be for my resolution and independence to force the two parties to heal the breach, and bridge it over by giving Miss Vivian to Frank." In this mood she rang the bell, and ordered her horses; not however till she had reason to believe the dog-cart on the way down the avenue. As she came down in her habit, she was met by Frank, returning from his tutor. "Have I made a mistake, Cecil! I thought we were to go out together this afternoon!" "Yes; but Raymond was wanted at Willansborough, and I am going to lunch at Sirenwood. I want to borrow a book." "Oh, very well, I'll come, if you don't mind. Sir Harry asked me to drop in and look at his dogs." This was irresistible; and Frank decided on riding the groom's horse, and leaving him to conduct Anne to the rendezvous in the afternoon--for Charlie had been at Sandhurst for the last week-- running in first to impart the change of scheme to her, as she was performing her daily task of reading to his mother. He did so thus: "I say, Anne, Cecil wants to go to Sirenwood first to get a book, so Lee will bring you to meet us at the Beeches at 2.30." "Are you going to luncheon at Sirenwood?" asked Mrs. Poynsett. "Yes; Cecil wants to go," said the dutiful younger brother. "I wish you would ask Cecil to come in. Raymond put himself into such a state of mind at finding me reading Madame de Sevigne, that I am afraid he carried off her books summarily, though I told him I was glad of a little space for my old favourites." Cecil was, however, mounted by the time Frank came out, and they cantered away together, reaching the portico of Sirenwood in about twenty minutes. Cecil had never been in the house before, having only left her card, though she had often met the sisters. She found herself in a carpeted hall, like a supplementary sitting-room, where two gentlemen had been leaning over the wide hearth. One, a handsome benignant-looking old man, with a ruddy face and abundant white whiskers, came forward with a hearty greeting. "Ah! young Mrs. Poynsett! Delighted to see you!--Frank Charnock, you're come in good time; we are just going down to see the puppies before luncheon. Only I'll take Mrs. Poynsett to the ladies first. Duncombe, you don't know Mrs. Raymond Poynsett--one must not say senior bride, but the senior's bride. Is that right?" "No papa," said a bright voice from the stairs, "you haven't it at all right; Mrs. Charnock Poynsett, if you please--isn't it?"