Frank, wondering at this great affection and fondness of his brother, looked him in the eyes warmly, solemnly, and replied: “For richer or for poorer, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health--so help me God, and her kindness and forgiveness!” CHAPTER XII. “THE CHASE OF THE YELLOW SWAN” Frank and Lali did not meet until dinner was announced. The conversation at dinner was mainly upon the return to Greyhope, which was fixed for the following morning, and it was deftly kept gay and superficial by Marion and Richard and Captain Vidall, until General Armour became reminiscent, and held the interest of the table through a dozen little incidents of camp and barrack life until the ladies rose. There had been an engagement for late in the evening, but it had been given up because of Frank’s home-coming, and there was to be a family gathering merely--for Captain Vidall was now as much one of the family as Frank or Richard, by virtue of his approaching marriage with Marion. The men left alone, General Armour questioned Frank freely about life in the Hudson’s Bay country, and the conversation ran on idly till it was time to join the ladies. When they reached the drawing-room, Marion was seated at the piano, playing a rhapsody of Raff’s, and Mrs. Armour and Lali were seated side by side. Frank thrilled at seeing his wife’s hand in his mother’s. Marion nodded over the piano at the men, and presently played a snatch of Carmen, then wandered off into the barbaric strength of Tannhauser, and as suddenly again into the ballet music of Faust. “Why so wilful, my girl?” asked her father, who had a keen taste for music. “Why this tangle? Let us have something definite.” Marion sprang up from the piano. “I can’t. I’m not definite myself to-night.” Then, turning to Lali: “Lali dear, sing something--do! Sing my favourite, ‘The Chase of the Yellow Swan.’”