"I've seen her! I've been talking to her! I met her in the meadow near Matson's cottage, and she asked me the way back to Blent. Uncle, she's wonderful!" "Who are you talking about?" "Why, Cecily Gainsborough, of course. I just remember how Lady Tristram spoke. She speaks the same way exactly! I can't describe it, but it's the sort of voice that makes you want to do anything in the world it asks. Don't you know? She told me a lot about herself; then she talked about Blent. She's full of it; she admires it most tremendously----" "That's all right," interrupted Duplay with a malicious smile. "Because, so far as I can understand, she happens to own it." "What?" The Imp stood frozen into stillness. "You've been talking to Lady Tristram of Blent," he added with a nod. "Though I suppose you didn't tell her so?" To Lady Tristram of Blent! She had never once thought of that while they talked. The shock of the idea was great, so great that Mina forgot to repudiate it, or to show any indignation at Harry's claims being passed by in contemptuous silence. All the while they talked, she had thought of the girl as far removed from Blent, as even more of a visitor to the countryside than she herself was, a wonderful visitor indeed, but no part of their life. And she was--well, at the least she was heir to Blent! How had she forgotten that? The persistent triumph of Duplay's smile marked his sense of the success of his sally. "Yes, and she'll be installed there before many months are out," he went on. "So I hope you made yourself pleasant, Mina?"