CHAPTER XXII.
THE BANQUET.
"Heaviness may endure for a night: but joy cometh in the morning." The next day found me quite another being. Even the memories of my lost friend and companion were sunny as the genial weather that smiled around me. I did not venture to trouble Lady Muriel, or her father, with another call so soon: but took a walk into the country, and only turned homewards when the low sunbeams warned me that day would soon be over.
On my way home, I passed the cottage where the old man lived, whose face always recalled
