them. Macduff was a Scotchman, and did not understand the ways of thought of the Southerners. He was himself unable to do anything. He put his hand to his head—he was utterly dumfoundered.
All this while he was walking away, led by the tutor, and had his daughter on the other side of him.
Then, abruptly, Lord Lamerton asked, "How long have you been listening to that—to—I mean—him?"
"O, papa, we have only just arrived, as dinner is over," answered Arminell. "I heard from Mr. Saltren that there was to be a meeting of protest at the ruined cottage, and I persuaded him to accompany me to it. But we came late—and now the rain has begun to pour down, it will disperse the assembly."
"Did you know I was here?"
"No—I heard you had walked on to Captain Tubb's house to make enquiries."
Lord Lamerton disengaged his arm from that of Jingles, who still held it, and said, "Mr. Saltren, your way lies to Chillacot. You are no doubt going to your father, and will be glad to remain with him. I will give orders that your clothes and other possessions be removed to-morrow. Things necessary for the night shall be sent at once."
"My lord!"
"I wish you a very good evening, Mr. Saltren, and a good-bye."
Then Lord Lamerton took his daughter's arm, and walked hastily away. The rain was beginning to fall heavily.
He said nothing more for some distance, and Arminell remained silent. But when the park gates were reached, he spoke, and his voice shook as he did so.
"Arminell, this is too bad, this is direct and deliberate revolt. It is not enough for me to be attacked from without, but I must encounter treason in the camp."
"I will not pretend to misunderstand you, papa," said
