Amy gave a scream as she turned and saw her mother standing at her elbow. Lady Glenarvon advanced to the window—stood there for a moment (regardless of her costume), while she mentally took my portrait in very stern colours, and then, without saying a word, drew down the window and the blind.
I waited to see if more would come of this; but as there did not, I returned to my mile-stone to ponder over the contretemps, and inform Captain Alvanley, should he arrive, of the state of the case. But he did not arrive; and, wearied and somewhat sick at heart, I went back to the hotel, and to bed.
CHAPTER IX.
MYSTIFICATIONS AND EXPLANATIONS.
I was so tired out by my two nights' vigil, that the sun had been up several hours when I awoke, and it was late when I got down stairs. "Good morning, Sir!" said Mrs. Rummell, who was the first person I met. "Mr. Spencer, Sir, has left this note for you. He asked me your name, and he directed it here, in the bar, Sir."
"Mr. Spencer! And pray who is Mr. Spencer?"
"Why, the strange-mannered gentleman, Sir, as come with the two ladies in a carriage and four."
"Good heavens!" I cried—for I had forgotten Lord Glenarvon's incognito—"you don't mean to say that she—that they are gone?"
"Yes, Sir," said Mrs. Rummell; "they went quite sudden, just after eight this morning; and I'd barely
