"Oh, we're not talking of your Ivers and your Broadleys!" she interrupted indignantly. "If they were like that, we should never have been where we are at all." How true it was, how lamentably true! One had to presuppose Addie Tristram, and turns of fortune or of chance wayward as Addie herself--and to reckon with the same blood, now in young and living veins. "I can't bear it," whispered Mina. "He'll expect you to be calm and composed," Neeld reminded her. "Then give me a cigarette," she implored despairingly. "I am not a smoker," said Mr Neeld. "Oh, you really are the very last man----! Well, come on the bridge," groaned Mina. They waited on the bridge, and the wheels drew near. They spoke no more. They had found nothing to do. They could only wait. A fly came down the road. There they sat, side by side. Cecily was leaning forward, her eyes were eager, and there was a bright touch of color on her cheeks; Harry leant back, looking at her, not at Blent. He wore a quiet smile; his air was very calm. He saw Mina and Neeld, and waved his hand to them. The fly stopped opposite the bridge. He jumped out and assisted Cecily to alight. In a moment she was in Mina's arms. The next, she recognized Neeld's presence with a little cry of surprise. At a loss to account for himself, the old man stood there in embarrassed wretchedness. "I want you to wait," said Harry to the driver. "Put up in the stables, and they'll give you something to eat. You must wait till I send you word." "Wait? Why is he to wait, Harry?" asked Cecily. Her tone was gay; she was overflowing with joy and merriment. "Who's going away? Oh, is it you, Mr Neeld?" "I--I have a trap from Mr Iver's," he stammered. "I may want to send a message," Harry explained. "Kind of you to come, Mr Neeld." "I--I must wish you joy," said Neeld, taking refuge in conventionality. "We've had a capital journey down, haven't we, Cecily? And I'm awfully hungry. What time is it?" Mason was rubbing his hands in the doorway. "Dinner's ordered at eight, sir," said he. "And it's half-past seven now. Just time to wash our hands. No dress to-night, you know." "I'll go to my room," said Cecily. "Will you come with me, Mina?" A glance from Harry made the Imp excuse herself. "I'll keep Mr Neeld company," she said. Cecily turned to her husband. She smiled and blushed a little. "I'll take you as far as your room," said he. Mina and Neeld watched them go upstairs; then each dropped into a chair in the hall. Mason passed by, chuckling to himself; Neeld looked harmless, and he dared to speak to him. "Well, this is the next best thing to Mr Harry coming back to his own, sir," said he. That was it. That was the feeling. Mason had got it! "I'm glad of it after all," Neeld confessed to Mina. "Wait, wait!" she urged, sitting straight in her chair, apparently listening for any sound. Her obvious anxiety extended its contagion to him; he understood better how nice the issue was.