them within bounds, Seigneur. My friend, Mr.
Pixley here,"--the Seigneur made Mr. Pixley a seigneurial bow,--"has
it in his mind to stop the proceedings if he can--"

"Oh?" said the Seigneur, with a glower of surprise. "And why?"

"Well, you see," said Pixley, "Miss Brandt is under age. She is my
father's ward and he has other views for her--"

"Which obviously do not agree with Miss Brandt's."

"That is as it may be. But she is acting absolutely in opposition to
his expressed wishes in this matter, and until she is of age she is
under his authority."

"Just as far as he is in position to exert it, I presume."

"He is now applying to have her made a ward in Chancery, when, of
course, she will be under the jurisdiction of the court."

"If you come to me, Mr. Pixley, when Miss Brandt is a ward of court, I
will tell you now what my answer would be. I should tell you that your
English court has no jurisdiction here. Miss Brandt is out of bounds
and is quite free to do as she pleases. I have had the pleasure of
making her acquaintance and Mr. Graeme's, and I should be sorry--for
you--if you did anything to annoy them. In fact--" and he looked so
fixedly at Charles Svendt, while evidently revolving some extreme idea
in his mind, that that young gentleman's assurance fell several
degrees, and he found himself thinking of dungeons and deportation.

It was to Graeme, however, that the Seigneur turned.

"If you have any reason to fear annoyance in this matter, Mr. Graeme,
perhaps you will let me know as early as possible, and I will take
measures--"

"Thousand thanks, Seigneur! Mr. Pixley will, I hope, think better of
it. If not--well, I will send you word."

XV

Pixley was very silent as they walked back along the road to the Red
House.

The ladies had tea ready on the verandah.

"Well, Charles," said Margaret, as he bowed before them, and Graeme
nodded and smiled reassuringly at her over his back, "I won't pretend
that I'm glad to see you. Why did you undertake so foolish an errand?"

"Perhaps Mr. Pixley could hardly help himself," said Miss Penny,
sympathising somewhat with the awkwardness of his position.

"That is so," he said, with a grateful glance at her. "You see, the
governor is crazy wild over this matter. It was only Sunday night he
heard of it. A friend of young Greatorex wrote him that he'd heard
your banns put up, and Greatorex congratulated the governor after
church, and the governor nearly