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“Yes, half my work is done, and I have a home, thanks to my generous benefactor, and I hope to enjoy it well and wisely,” he said in a grave tone, as if the fortune had not yet brought him his heart’s desire.

“And when is the other half of the work to be accomplished, Paul? That depends on your cousin, perhaps.” And Lady Trevlyn regarded him with a gleam of womanly curiosity in her melancholy eyes.

“It does, but not in the way you fancy, my lady. Whatever Helen may be, she is not my fiancee yet, Miss Lillian.” And the shadow lifted as he laughed, looking at the young lady, who was decidedly abashed, in spite of a sense of relief caused by his words.

“I merely accepted the world’s report,” she said, affecting a nonchalant air.

“The world is a liar, as you will find in time” was his abrupt reply.

“I hope to see this beautiful cousin, Paul. Will she receive us as old friends of yours?”

“Thanks, not yet, my lady. She is still too much a stranger here to enjoy new faces, even kind ones. I have promised perfect rest and freedom for a tune, but you shall be the first whom she receives.”

Again Lillian detected the secret disquiet which possessed him, and her curiosity was roused. It piqued her that this Helen felt no desire to meet her and chose to seclude herself, as if regardless of the interest and admiration she excited. “I will see her in spite of her refusal, for I only caught a glimpse in the Park. Something is wrong, and I’ll discover it, for it evidently worries Paul, and perhaps I can help him.”

As this purpose sprang up in the warm but willful heart of the girl, she regained her spirits and was her most charming self while the young man stayed. They talked of many things in a pleasant, confidential manner, though when Lillian recalled that hour, she was surprised to find how little Paul had really told them of his past life or future plans. It was agreed among them to say nothing of their former relations, except to old Bedford, who was discretion itself, but to appear to the world as new-made friends–thus avoiding unpleasant and unnecessary explanations which would only excite gossip. My lady asked him to dine, but he had business out of town and declined, taking his leave with a lingering look, which made Lillian steal away to study her face in the mirror and wonder if she looked her best, for in Paul’s eyes she had read undisguised admiration.

Lady Trevlyn went to her room to rest, leaving the girl free to ride, drive, or amuse herself as she liked. As if fearing her courage would fail if she delayed, Lillian ordered the carriage, and, bidding Hester mount guard over her, she drove away to St. John’s Wood.

“Now, Hester, don’t lecture or be prim when I tell you that we are going on a frolic,” she began, after getting the old woman into an amiable mood by every winning wile she could devise. “I think you’ll like it, and if it’s found out I’ll take the blame. There is some mystery about Paul’s cousin, and I’m going to find it out.”

“Bless you, child, how?”

“She lives alone here, is seldom seen, and won’t go anywhere or receive anyone. That’s not natural in a pretty girl. Paul won’t talk about her, and, though he’s fond of her, he always looks grave and grim when I ask questions. That’s provoking, and I won’t hear it. Maud is engaged to Raleigh, you know; well, he confided to her that he and a friend had found out where Helen was, had gone to the next villa, which is empty, and under pretense of looking at it got a peep at the girl in her garden. I’m going to do the same.”

“And what am I to do?” asked Hester, secretly relishing the prank, for she was dying with curiosity to behold Paul’s cousin.