and captured, as Count Rice
had been, and tried for murder.

But when it was found that Leslie Travers was likely to live, the
interest in the matter visibly declined.

Lady Betty reappeared in the Pump Room and at the balls, and to all
inquiries said Miss Mainwaring had left her, that she was no relation to
her, and that she had very properly considered it better to return to
the station in life whence dear Mr. Longueville, in the nobleness of his
heart, had rescued her!

Lent came, and was followed by a bright Easter. The Bath season was
over, and the principal event of that season was almost forgotten.

The _elite_ left the City of the West, or if they remained, there were
no public assemblies at which they might display their jewels and varied
costumes.

It is needless to say that Lady Betty took her departure, as it was
considered "the mode" to do so; and report said young Lord Basingstoke
had made it evident that he had no serious intentions, by leaving Bath
some time before the vivacious little widow deserted No. 6, North
Parade.

Perhaps few noticed, or made more than a passing remark of wonder, when
a paragraph in the _Bath Gazette_ announced the marriage of Leslie
Travers, of the Grange, county Lincoln, to Griselda, daughter of
Adolphus Mainwaring, and Phyllis, his wife.

The bride had walked to the Abbey church one fair May morning in her
ordinary dress, accompanied by her faithful friend Miss Herschel, and
the Miss Hoblyns, and Norah. There were present with the bridegroom his
mother and Brian Bellis. Thus so small a wedding-party was not likely to
attract attention.

A great change had passed over both bride and bridegroom since that
January day when they had sealed their betrothal in the old Abbey
church.

The brilliant beauty of Griselda had faded, and there were traces of
long illness on her sweet face. Leslie Travers's lithe figure was bent,
and he walked slowly and with none of the elasticity of youth. He had
been given back to his mother's prayers, contrary to the hopes or
expectations of the surgeons, who had watched over him with unremitting
care; but the duel had left an indelible mark on him.

The chariot to take the bride and bridegroom was waiting at the door,
and here the "Good-byes" were said.

Mrs. Travers felt Griselda's clinging arms round her as she whispered:

"I will try to be a good daughter to you, madam. I pray you love me a
little, for his sake!"

"I love you for y