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The evening had advanced, and the candles had just been lit in

Mountjoy's sitting-room at the hotel

His anxiety to hear from Iris had been doubled and trebled, since he

had made the discovery of her father's visit to the doctor's house, at

a time when it was ih's jealous sense of wrong was now mastered by the nobler eht of Iris placed

between the contending claims of two such men as the heartless Mr

Henley and the reckless Irish lord He had re afternoon, on the chance that she er--and no letter had arrived He was

still in expectation of nehichpost,

when the waiter knocked at the door

"A letter?" Mountjoy asked

"No, sir," the h had recognised Iris Her ard; her hand lay cold and passive in his

hand, when he advanced to bid her welcome He placed a chair for her by

the fire She thanked him and declined to take it With the air of a

wo an intrusion, she seated herself apart in

a corner of the room