I shall find her."

"In London."

"What address, please your lordship? I will wait her orders here."

"You will leave this house at once," said the earl. "I will not have
you here in both her ladyship's absence and my own."

"My lord, I am not ignorant how things stand: I am in lady Arctura's
house; and here I remain till I receive her commands."

"Very well! By all means!"

"I ask you again for her address, my lord."

"Find it for yourself. You will not obey my orders: am I to obey yours?"

He turned on his heel, and flung to his door.

Donal went to lady Arctura. She was in the sitting-room, anxiously
waiting his return. She had heard their voices, but nothing that
passed. He told her what he had done; then produced his provisions, and
together they prepared their breakfast. By and by they heard the earl
come from his room, go here and there through the still house, and
return to his apartment.

In the afternoon he left the house. They watched him away--ill able,
apparently, even to crawl along. He went down the hill, nor once lifted
his head. They turned and looked at each other. Profound pity for the
wretched old man was the feeling of both. It was followed by one of
intense relief and liberty.

"You would like to be rid of me now, my lady," said Donal; "but I don't
see how I can leave you. Shall I go and fetch Miss Carmichael?"

"No, certainly," answered Arctura. "I cannot apply to her."

"It would be a pity to lose the advantage of your uncle's not knowing
what has become of you."

"I wonder what he will do next! If I were to die now, the property
would be his, and then Forgue's!"

"You can will it away, I suppose, my lady!" answered Donal.

Arctura stood thoughtful.

"Is Forgue a bad man, Mr. Grant?"

"I dare not trust him," answered Donal.

"Do you think he had any knowledge of this plot of his father's?"

"I cannot tell. I do not believe he would have left you to die in the
chapel."

CHAPTER LXXVIII.

RESTORATION.

The same afternoon, while Donal was reading to Arctura in the library,
there came a loud ringing of the door-bell. Donal ran to see, and to
his great delight, there was mistress Brookes, half wild with anxious
terror.

"Is my leddy safe?" she cried--then clasped Donal in her arms and
embraced him as if he had been her son.

>From the moment she discovered herself fooled, she had been imagining
all manner of terrible things--yet none so terrible as the truth. Th