Geoffrey’sstolidly-staringeyessuddenlybrightened。Alightofthedevil’sownstrikingilluminatedhim。Anideaofthedevil’sownbringingenteredhismind。Helookedstealthilyroundatthemanwhoselifehehadsaved——atthemanwhohaddevotedlyservedhiminreturn。Ahideouscunningleeredathismouthandpeepedoutofhiseyes。“ArnoldBrinkworthpretendedtobemarriedtoherattheinn。BythelordHarry!that’sawayoutofitthatneverstruckmebefore!“Withthatthoughtinhisheartheturnedbackagaintohishalf-finishedlettertoJulius。Foronceinhislifehewasstrongly，fiercelyagitated。Foronceinhislifehewasdaunted——andthatbyhisOwnThought!HehadwrittentoJuliusunderastrongsenseofthenecessityofgainingtimetodeludeAnneintoleavingScotlandbeforeheventuredonpayinghisaddressestoMrs。Glenarm。Hislettercontainedastringofclumsyexcuses，intendedtodelayhisreturntohisbrother’shouse。“No，“hesaidtohimself，ashereaditagain。“Whateverelsemaydo——_this_won’t!“HelookedroundoncemoreatArnold，andslowlytoretheletterintofragmentsashelooked。
InthemeantimeBlanchehadnotdoneyet。“No，“shesaid，whenArnoldproposedanadjournmenttothegarden；“Ihavesomethingmoretosay，andyouareinterestedinit，thistime。“Arnoldresignedhimselftolisten，andworsestilltoanswer，iftherewasnohelpforit，inthecharacterofaninnocentstrangerwhohadneverbeenneartheCraigFernieinn。
“Well，“Blancheresumed，“andwhatdoyouthinkhascomeofmylettertoAnne？“
“I’msureIdon’tknow。“
“Nothinghascomeofit!“