"Well, sometimes, you know. Anyway, there are safer remedies than brandy, if your heart gives you trouble. And mind, come to me at any time, or send for me. Bring it into the light of day." Guy felt soothed by the kindness, and he knew that the advice was good. But, all the same, he knew that it was Florella who had touched the heart of his trouble. "You're awfully kind," he said, gratefully. "I know the look of trouble," answered Cuthbert; "and fate hasn't left me many anxieties. I'm quite free to worry about you." Guy's eloquent eyes softened. The fellow-feeling was better than the reasoning. But as he got up to go to bed, he said in his usual self-contained voice, "You know, Rawdie saw him too, and had palpitations." PART TWO, CHAPTER ONE. A BIG SITUATION. Florella Vyner lay awake in the cool misty light of a moorland morning, and thought, not for the first time, of her conversation with Guy Waynflete. She had the power of intense and steady contemplation, that was the faculty that enabled her to "see," and when she woke to the sense of the unusualness of what had passed, she felt quite certain that the circumstances were also unusual enough to justify the words which she had spoken. They had surprised herself; and now, on the day when she would see Guy again she divined that he had been speaking of himself. It was he who suffered spiritual fear, he whose soul was in danger, and needed prayers to help it. A sense of awe came upon her. Guy believed that she saw; but she felt herself to have been hitherto blind. She had entered into a spiritual conflict, and, suddenly, she knew that it was a real one. "Pray for his soul." What a tremendous thing she had promised! And oh! how tremendous must be the Power whom she had invoked. There came upon Florella a moment when "this earth we hold by seemed not earth," a moment when she did indeed "see." Her sister's voice startled her. "It's not going to be a fine day. Never mind, wet mist is characteristic of Ingleby." Constancy was sitting up in bed. Her abundant hair fell over her shoulders in thick vigorous waves, her hands were clasped round her knees. "Cosy," said Florella, with sisterly straightforwardness, "I hope you're going to behave better than you did at Waynflete." "I haven't done any harm," said Cosy, with entire good humour. "Why should you all grumble? I haven't read an hour the less, nor given up a discussion, nor got a bit tired of being here. But I won't be only one sort of girl. People who have brains can manage a situation." "I should have thought their brains ought to tell them when a situation was too big for them to manage." "Really, Flo! You do say extremely clever things sometimes. Yes, so they ought. But this isn't a big situation, though Godfrey Waynflete is a _very_ big young man."