"It have been sent in, sir, long ago. When I found Mrs. Verner didn't pay it afore she went away, I made bold to write and ask her. Miss West, she gave me the address in London, and said she wished she could pay me herself. I didn't get a answer, sir, and I made bold to write again, and I never got one then. Twice I have been up to Verner's Pride, sir, since you come home this time, but I can't get to see Mrs. Verner. That French madmizel's one o' the best I ever see at putting folks off. Sir, it goes again the grain to trouble you; and if I could have got to see Mrs. Verner, I never would have said a word. Perhaps if you'd be so good as to tell her, sir, how hard I'm put to it, she'd send me a little." "I am sure she will," said Lionel. "You shall have your money to-day, Mrs. Duff." He turned out of the shop, a scarlet spot of emotion on his cheek. Thirty-two pounds owing to poor Mrs. Duff! Was it _thoughtlessness_ on Sibylla's part? He strove to beat down the conviction that it was a less excusable error. But the Verner pride had been wounded to its very core. CHAPTER LV. SELF WILL. Gathered before a target on the lawn, in their archery costume gleaming with green and gold, was a fair group, shooting their arrows in the air. Far more went into the air than struck the target. They were the visitors of Verner's Pride; and Sibylla, the hostess, was the gayest, the merriest, the fairest among them. Lionel came on to the terrace, descended the steps, and crossed the lawn to join them--as courtly, as apparently gay, as if that bill of Mrs. Duff's was not making havoc of his heartstrings. They all ran to surround him. It was not often they had so attractive a host to surround; and attractive men are, and always will be, welcome to women. A few minutes, a quarter of an hour given to them, an unruffled smoothness on his brow, a smile upon his lips, and then he contrived to draw his wife aside. "Oh, Lionel, I forgot to tell you," she exclaimed. "Poynton has been here. He knows of the most charming pair of gray ponies, he says. And they can be ours if secured at once." "I don't want gray ponies," replied Lionel. "But I do," cried Sibylla. "You say I am too timid to drive. It is all nonsense; I should soon get over the timidity. I _will_ learn to drive, Lionel. Mrs. Jocelyn, come here," she called out. Mrs. Jocelyn, a young and pretty woman, almost as pretty as Sibylla, answered to the summons. "Tell Mr. Verner what Poynton said about the ponies." "Oh, you must not miss the opportunity," cried Mrs. Jocelyn to Lionel. "They are perfectly beautiful, the man said. Very dear, of course; but you know nobody looks at money when buying horses for a lady. Mrs. Verner must have them. You might secure them to-day." "I have no room in my stables for more horses," said Lionel, smiling at Mrs. Jocelyn's eagerness. "Yes, you have, Lionel," interposed his wife. "Or, if not, room must be made. I have ordered the ponies to be brought."