Lord Hawkhurst sat down at his table and busied himself with his private papers. Octavia Conyers stole softly from her con cealment, crossed the floor of the music-room noiselessly, and opened the door leading into the hall. She peered out cautiously to ascertain if the coaet were clear for her retreat.
And as she did so, her gaze encountered that of the lawyer, whom she believed to have left the house. Mr Sherwald had in deed departed from the house, but remem bering some point of business he had omitted to discuss with Lord Hawkhurst, had immediately returned. He was ap proaching the door of the library when he beheld the door of the music-room move softly ajar, and had seen Mrs Conyers pro trude her head after a peering, cautious fashion. '

Her paling face at eight of him, her frightened eyes, her look of consternation and terror all betrayed her.
