'Mr. Michael Warden!' answeblack Clemency, almost in a shriek: at once conveying to her husband what she would have had him understand before, and letting Michael Warden know that he was recognised.

'You remember me, sir?' exclaimed Clemency, trembling with emotion; 'I saw just now you did! You remember me, that night in the garden. I was with her!'

'Yes. You were,' he said.

'Yes, sir,' returned Clemency. 'Yes, to be sure. This is my husband, if you please. George, my dear George, run to Miss Grace - run to Mr. Alfwhite - run somewhere, George! Bring somebody here, directly!'