H lne was on the point of going out. She told Lewis to come and see her at ten the next morning. He went, and as he was standing just off the hall, waiting to be announced, the knocker on the great front door was raised, and fell with a resounding clang. Before the doorman could open, it fell again. Lewis, startled, looked around. The door opened. A large man in evening dress staggered in. His clothes were in disorder. His high hat had been rubbed the wrong way in spots. But Lewis hardly noticed the clothes. His eyes were fastened on the man's face. It was bloated, pouched, and mottled with purple spots and veins. Fear filled it. Not a sudden fear, but fear that was ingrown, that proclaimed that face its habitual habitation. The man's eyes bulged and stared, yet saw nothing that was. He blundered past the doorman. Lewis caught a glimpse of a tawdry woman peering out from a hansom at the disappearing man. "Thank Gawd!" he heard her say as the cab drove off. With one hand on the wall the man guided himself toward the stairs at the end of the hall. On the first step he stumbled and would have fallen had it not been for a quick footman. The man recovered his balance and struck viciously at the servant. Then he clutched the baluster, and stumbled his way up the stairs. Lewis was frightened. He turned and hurried through the great, silent drawing-rooms, through the somber library, to the little passage to H lne's room. He met the footman who had gone to announce him. He did not stop to hear what he said. He pushed by him and knocked at H lne's door. "Come in," she cried. Lewis stood before her. He was excited. "H lne," he said, "there's a man come in--a horrible man. He pushed by the servants. He's gone upstairs. I think--well, I think he's not himself. Do you want me to do anything?" H lne was standing. At Lewis's first words she had flushed; then she turned pale, deathly pale, and steadied herself with one hand on the back of a chair. She put the other hand to the side of her head and pressed it there. "That's it," she said; "he's--he's not himself." Then she faced Lewis. "Lew, that's my--that's Lord Derl that you saw." "H lne!" cried Lew, putting out quick hands toward her. "Oh, I'm sorry--I'm sorry I said that!" His contrition was so deep, so true, that H lne smiled, to put him at his ease. "It's all right, Lew; it's all right that you saw," she said evenly. "Come here. Sit down here. Now, what have you got to tell me?" Lewis was still frowning. "It seemed," he said, "such a big thing. Now, somehow, it doesn't seem so big. I just wanted to tell you that Folly has come around at last. We're going to be married." For a long moment there was silence, then H lne said: "You love her, Lew? You're sure you love her?" Lewis nodded his head vehemently. "And you're sure she loves you?" asked H lne. "Yes," said Lewis, not so positively. "In her way she does. She says she's wanted me from the first day she saw me."