She scarcely knew what she said. A woman who loves a man very much is not quick to take in the absolute declaration of that man’s love on the instant; it is too wonderful for her. He felt his check flush with hers, he drew her look again to his. “Marion! Marion!” he said. That was all. “Oh, hush, some one is coming!” was her quick, throbbing reply. When they parted a half-hour later, he said to her: “Will you give me my commission to go to Greyhope?” “Oh no, I cannot,” she said very gravely; “but come to Greyhope-when I go back.” “And when will that be?” he said, smiling, yet a little ruefully too. “Please ask Mrs. Townley,” she replied; “she is coming also.” Marion, knew what that commission to go to Greyhope meant. But she determined that he should see Lali first, before anything irrevocable was done. She still looked upon Frank’s marriage as a scandal. Well, Captain Vidall should face it in all its crudeness. So, in a week or less, Marion and Mrs. Townley were in Greyhope. Two months had gone since Lali arrived in England, and yet no letter had come to her, or to any of them, from Frank. Frank’s solicitor in London had written him fully of her arrival, and he had had a reply, with further instructions regarding money to be placed to General Armour’s credit for the benefit of his wife. Lali, as she became Europeanised, also awoke to the forms and ceremonies of her new life. She had overheard Frank’s father and mother wondering, and fretting as they wondered, why they had not received any word from him. General Armour had even called him a scoundrel, which sent Frank’s mother into tears. Then Lali had questioned Mackenzie and Colvin, for she had increasing shrewdness, and she began to feel her actual position. She resented General Armour’s imputation, but in her heart she began to pine and wonder. At times, too, she was fitful, and was not to be drawn out. But she went on improving in personal appearance and manner and in learning the English language. Mrs. Townley’s appearance marked a change in her. When they met she suddenly stood still and trembled. When Mrs. Townley came to her and took her hand and kissed her, she shivered, and then caught her about the shoulders lightly, but was silent. After a little she said: “Come--come to my wigwam, and talk with me.” She said it with a strange little smile, for now she recognised that the word wigwam was not to be used in her new life. But Mrs. Townley whispered: “Ask Marion to come too.” Lali hesitated, and then said, a little maliciously: “Marion, will you come to my wigwam?” Marion ran to her, caught her about the waist, and replied gaily: “Yes, we will have a pow-wow--is that right--is pow-wow right?” The Indian girl shook her head with a pretty vagueness, and vanished with them. General Armour walked up and down the room briskly, then turned on his wife and said: “Wife, it was a brutal thing: Frank doesn’t deserve to be--the father of her child.”