tion had been centred in her. Though he might have been prepared to see her mate with a man of his own choosing—or at any rate of his acceptance, he was jealous of the man who had stepped in, unaccredited and wanting in deference to himself. It must have been a tinge of this jealousy which prompted his next question. Turning with a bitter formality to Athlyne he said:
"I suppose you are satisfied, now, sir. Whatever may come, my daughter is estranged from me; and it is your doing!" In answer Joy and Athlyne spoke together. Said the latter:
"Oh sir! There he stopped; he feared to say more lest his anger should master him. But the protest was effective; the old man flushed—over forehead and ears and neck. Joy spoke in a different vein:
"There is no estrangement, Daddy dear; and therefore it can be no one's doing. Least of all could such a thing come from this man who loves me, and … and whom I love." As she spoke she blushed divinely, and taking her lover's right hand between both her hands held it tight. This seemed for some reason to infuriate her father afresh. He strode forward towards Athlyne as though about to strike him. But at the instant there came a quick rap on the door. Instinctively he drew away, and, having called out "Come!" stood expectingly and seemingly calm. The door opened slightly and the voice of the Sheriff was heard:
"May I come in? I am Alexander Fenwick, Sheriff of Galloway!" As he was speaking he entered the room with a formal bow to each in turn. He continued to speak to Colonel Ogilvie:
"You will pardon this intrusion I hope, sir. Indeed I trust you will not look upon it as an intrusion at all when you know the reason of my coming." Colonel Ogilvie's habit of old-fashioned courtesy came at once to the fore with the coming of a stranger. With a bow which to those
