Slowly Cecily's eyes settled on Mina's face; thus she stood silent for a full minute. "Yes, I think so. I think I must have somehow." Her voice rose as she asked with a sudden access of agitation, "But what are we to do now?" Mina had no thought for that; it was the thing itself that engrossed her, not the consequences. "There will, of course, be a good many formalities," said Iver. "Subject to those, I imagine that the--er--question settles itself." His phrase seemed to give Cecily no enlightenment. "Settles itself?" she repeated. "Subject to formal proof, I mean, and in the absence of opposition from" (he hesitated a second) "--from Mr Tristram, which can't be anticipated now, you will be put into possession of the estates and the title." He pointed to Harry's letter which was still in her hands. "You see what he himself calls you there, Miss Gainsborough." She made no answer. With another glance at Neeld, Iver pushed back his chair and rose. Neeld followed his example. They felt that the interview had better end. Duplay did not move, and Cecily stood where she was. She seemed to ask what was to be done with her; her desolation was sad, but it had something of the comic in it. She was so obviously lost. "You might walk down to Blent with Miss Gainsborough, Mina," Iver suggested. "No," cried the Imp in a passion, leaping up from her chair. "I don't want to have anything to do with her." Cecily started and her cheeks flushed red as though she had been struck. Iver looked vexed and ashamed. "It's all her fault that Harry Tristram's--that Harry Tristram's----" The Imp's voice was choked; she could get no further. Old Mr Neeld came forward. He took Harry's letter from Cecily and gave it to Mina. "My dear, my dear!" he said gently, as he patted her hand. "Read that again." Mina read, and then scrutinized Cecily keenly. "Well, I'll walk down with you," she said grudgingly. She came nearer to Cecily. "I wonder what you did!" she exclaimed, scanning her face. "I must find out what you did!" Iver came forward. "I must introduce myself to you, Miss Gainsborough. I live at Blentmouth, and my name is Iver." "Iver!" She looked at him curiously. At once he felt that she had knowledge of the relation between his daughter and Harry Tristram. "Yes, and since we shall probably be neighbors----" He held out his hand. She put hers into it, still with a bewildered air. Neeld contented himself with a bow as he passed her, and Duplay escaped from the room with a rapidity and stillness suggestive of a desire not to be observed. When the men were gone Cecily sank into a chair and covered her face with her hands for a minute. She looked up to find Mina regarding her, still with mingled inquisitiveness and hostility. "What were you all doing here when I came?" asked Cecily. "They were trying to make me tell what I knew about Harry Tristram. But I wouldn't tell."