‘Yes, I. But stop—I hear Horace coming in. We will talk more of this some other time. I must go out, but I think you had better not be seen in the streets of Whitbury, or somebody else might recognise Guy Torwood’s son. Come, Horace, take Mr. Debenham into the garden to smoke whilst I go out. Show him the hot-houses, or play a game of billiards. We dine at half-past seven, Mr. Debenham. I shall be in long before then.’ ‘She seems very much at home with this young Debenham,’ thought Horace, as he carried Tor off to smoke. END OF VOL. I. BILLING AND SON’S, PRINTERS, GUILDFORD. _G., C. & Co._