"You have been here before, you know the Marquess?" said Celia. "Yes,

you said so. How strange! Why, Mr. Clendon," she broke off, turning upon

him, with a flush of gratitude, "I see now, I see now! It was you who

got me the place here. And I never guessed it! Oh, how good you have

been to me! And you hid it." Her hand pressed his.

The old man frowned slightly. "You have caught me, my dear," he said.

"It was a great pleasure to me to be of assistance to you. But we have

other things to think of," he added, as they passed up the steps into

the hall.

The butler met them, suppressing the astonishment he felt at sight of

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the poorly-dressed old man in Miss Grant's company, suppressing it not

only from the instincts of a well-trained servant, but because he knew,

at a glance, that shabby as the bent figure was, the stranger was a

gentleman.

"My name is Clendon," said Mr. Clendon. "I am an old friend of Lord

Sutcombe's; and I have come down to inquire after him, to see him if it

is possible."

"Certainly, sir," said the butler; and he led the way to the

drawing-room. But Celia drew Mr. Clendon into the library.

"Stay with me here," she begged him. "I will go up to the Marquess's

room and see if he is well enough to be told that you are here. I fear

that you will not be able to see him. And you must have something to

eat," she said, with womanly consideration.

"Thank you, my dear, I need nothing," he said.

As he spoke, the door was opened, none too gently, and Heyton stood on

the threshold. He looked from Celia to the old man with what was

intended to be a stare of haughty surprise; but was, in reality, a kind

of sullen insolence.

"Oh? Who is this?" he demanded.

"A friend of your father's, Lord Heyton," said Mr. Clendon, before Celia

could speak. "So old and so dear a friend that he is warranted in

intruding, even at such a moment."

"Well, you are intruding, right enough, though you may be an old

friend," said Heyton, thickly. "My father is very ill, dangerously ill,

as you may have heard. This is no time for--for visitors."

"Forgive me," said Mr. Clendon gently, but with a calmness and dignity

that impressed even the only half-sober Heyton, "but my intrusion is

justified, as Lord Sutcombe will bear me out, when he knows I am here."




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