evonshire, and
staying some weeks either at Ilfracombe or Lynton, whichever place
Lilian preferred. She would write as soon as they were settled.

I was up at my usual early hour the next morning. I resolved to go out
towards Mrs. Ashleigh's house, and watch, unnoticed, where I might,
perhaps, catch a glimpse of Lilian as the carriage that would convey her
to the railway passed my hiding-place.

I was looking impatiently at the clock; it was yet two hours before the
train by which Mrs. Ashleigh proposed to leave. A loud ring at my bell!
I opened the door. Mrs. Ashleigh rushed in, falling on my breast.

"Lilian! Lilian!"

"Heavens! What has happened?"

"She has left! she is gone,--gone away! Oh, Allen, how?--whither? Advise
me. What is to be done?"

"Come in--compose yourself--tell me all,--clearly, quickly. Lilian
gone,--gone away? Impossible! She must be hid somewhere in the
house,--the garden; she, perhaps, did not like the journey. She may
have crept away to some young friend's house. But I talk when you should
talk: tell me all."

Little enough to tell! Lilian had seemed unusually cheerful the night
before, and pleased at the thought of the excursion. Mother and daughter
retired to rest early: Mrs. Ashleigh saw Lilian sleeping quietly before
she herself went to bed. She woke betimes in the morning, dressed
herself, went into the next room to call Lilian--Lilian was not there.
No suspicion of flight occurred to her. Perhaps her daughter might be
up already, and gone downstairs, remembering something she might wish
to pack and take with her on the journey. Mrs. Ashleigh was confirmed
in this idea when she noticed that her own room door was left open. She
went downstairs, met a maidservant in the hall, who told her, with alarm
and surprise, that both the street and garden doors were found unclosed.
No one had seen Lilian. Mrs. Ashleigh now became seriously uneasy.
On remounting to her daughter's room, she missed Lilian's bonnet and
mantle. The house and garden were both searched in vain. There could be
no doubt that Lilian had gone,--must have stolen noiselessly at night
through her mother's room, and let herself out of the house and through
the garden.

"Do you think she could have received any letter, any message, any
visitor unknown to you?"

"I cannot think it. Why do you ask? Oh, Allen, you do not believe there
is any accomplice in this disappearance! No, you do not believe it. But
my child's honour! W