bt. But I
shall go down and just bring him away by the ear."

For once her bitter indignation overpowered every other sentiment, and
she lost no time, but late as it was went down to Gravesend, ordered a
private sitting-room and bedroom for the night, and took a fly to Kent
Villa.

But Christopher Staines had the start of her. He had already gone down
to Gravesend with his carpet-bag, left it at the inn, and walked to Kent
Villa that lovely summer night, the happiest husband in England.

His heart had never for one instant been disturbed by Mrs. Falcon's
monstrous suspicion; he looked on her as a monomaniac; a sensible woman
insane on one point, her husband.

When he reached the villa, however, he thought it prudent to make sure
that Falcon had come to England at all, and discharged his commission.
He would not run the risk, small as he thought it, of pouncing
unexpected on his Rosa, being taken for a ghost, and terrifying her, or
exciting her to madness.

Now the premises of Kent Villa were admirably adapted to what they call
in war a reconnaissance. The lawn was studded with laurestinas and other
shrubs that had grown magnificently in that Kentish air.

Staines had no sooner set his foot on the lawn, than he heard voices;
he crept towards them from bush to bush; and standing in impenetrable
shade, he saw in the clear moonlight two figures--Mr. Lusignan and
Reginald Falcon.

These two dropped out only a word or two at intervals; but what they did
say struck Staines as odd. For one thing, Lusignan remarked, "I suppose
you will want to go back to the Cape. Such enormous estates as yours
will want looking after."

"Enormous estates!" said Staines to himself. "Then they must have grown
very fast in a few months."

"Oh, yes," said Falcon; "but I think of showing her a little of Europe
first."

Staines thought this still more mysterious; he waited to hear more, but
the succeeding remarks were of an ordinary kind.

He noticed, however, that Falcon spoke of his wife by her Christian
name, and that neither party mentioned Christopher Staines. He seemed
quite out of their little world.

He began to feel a strange chill creep down him.

Presently Falcon went off to join Rosa; and Staines thought it was
quite time to ask the old gentleman whether Falcon had executed his
commission, or not.

He was only hesitating how to do it, not liking to pounce in the dark
on a man who abhorred everything like excitement, whe