So soon as daylight came, I made a swift cold water toilet, and got out into the open air, with a solemn resolution to see the hated interior of that bed-room no more. When I met Lord Chelford in his early walk that morning, I'm sure I looked myself like a ghost--at all events, very wild and seedy--for he asked me, more seriously than usual, how I was; and I think I would have told him the story of my adventure, despite the secret ridicule with which, I fancied, he would receive it, had it not been for a certain insurmountable disgust and horror which held me tongue-tied upon the affair. I told him, however, that I had dreamed dreams, and was restless and uncomfortable in my present berth, and begged his interest with the housekeeper to have my quarters changed to the lower storey--quite resolved to remove to the 'Brandon Arms,' rather than encounter another such night as I had passed. Stanley Lake did not appear that day; Wylder was glowering and abstracted--worse company than usual; and Rachel seemed to have quite passed from his recollection. While Rachel Lake was, as usual, busy in her little garden that day, Lord Chelford, on his way to the town, by the pretty mill-road, took off his hat to her with a smiling salutation, and leaning on the paling, he said-- 'I often wonder how you make your flowers grow here--you have so little sun among the trees--and yet, it is so pretty and flowery; it remains in my memory as if the sun were always shining specially on this little garden.' Miss Lake laughed. 'I am very proud of it. They try not to blow, but I never let them alone till they do. See all my watering-pots, and pruning-scissors, my sticks, and bass-mat, and glass covers. Skill and industry conquer churlish nature--and this is my Versailles.' 'I don't believe in those sticks, and scissors, and watering-pots. You won't tell your secret; but I'm sure it's an influence--you smile and whisper to them.' She smiled--without raising her eyes--on the flower she was tying up; and, indeed, it was such a smile as must have made it happy--and she said, gaily-- 'You forget that Lord Chelford passes this way sometimes, and shines upon them, too.' 'No, he's a dull, earthly dog; and if he shines here, it is only in reflected light' 'Margery, child, fetch me the scissors.' And a hobble-de-hoy of a girl, with round eyes, and a long white-apron, and bare arms, came down the little walk, and--eyeing the peer with an awful curiosity--presented the shears to the charming Atropos, who clipped off the withered blossoms that had bloomed their hour, and were to cumber the stalk no more. 'Now, you see what art may do; how _passee_ this creature was till I made her toilet, and how wonderfully the poor old beauty looks now,' and she glanced complacently at the plant she had just trimmed.