"Then, that being settled, we will go at once for our ride. How those who know me best would laugh, Norman, if they heard of the incident of the Puritan maiden! If I go to another fancy ball this season, I shall go as _Priscilla_ of Plymouth and you had better go as _John Alden_." He held up his hands imploringly. "Do not tease me about it any more, Philippa," he remarked, "I cannot quite tell why, but you make me feel both insignificant and vain; yet nothing would have been further from my mind than the ideas you have filled it with." "Own you were mistaken, and then I will be generous and forgive you," she said, laughingly. "I was mistaken--cruelly so--weakly so--happily so," he replied. "Now you will be generous and spare me." He did not see the bitter smile with which she turned away, nor the pallor that crept even to her lips. Once again in his life Lord Arleigh was completely deceived. A week afterward he received "a note in Philippa's handwriting it said, simply: "Dear Norman: You were good enough to plead the duke's cause. When you meet him next, ask him if he has anything to tell you. Philippa L'Estrange." What the Duke of Hazlewood had to tell was that Miss L'Estrange had promised to be his wife, and that the marriage was to take place in August. He prayed Lord Arleigh to be present as his "best man" on the occasion. On the same evening Lady Peters and Miss L'Estrange sat in the drawing-room at Verdun House, alone. Philippa had been very restless. She had been walking to and fro; she had opened her piano and closed it; she had taken up volume after volume and laid it down again, when suddenly her eyes fell on a book prettily bound in crimson and gold, which Lady Peters had been reading. "What book is that?" she asked, suddenly. "Lord Lytton's 'Lady of Lyons,'" replied Lady Peters. Philippa raised it, looked through it, and then, with a strange smile and a deep sigh, laid it down. "At last," she said--"I have found it at last!" "Found what, my dear?" asked Lady Peters, looking up. "Something I have been searching for," replied Philippa, as she quitted the room, still with the strange smile on her lips. Chapter XV.