A Mental Struggle. 213
" It Is, I confess, a shock to me. I thought at least I
might have counted upon you. But you too are a Heriot.
And as I now find there is not a living soul In this house
with whom I have an Idea in common, I feel that the
sooner I leave it the better. I shall therefore increase
the speed of my departure; and I beg you all to take
notice that I quit this most uncongenial circle on Wed¬
This terrible announcement she gives forth with all the
air of one who knows she is about to strike fear and
consternation into the breasts of her hearers. And,
indeed, in Lady Olivia It awakes mingled feelings of
terror and joy; but, so far as Patricia and Imogen are
concerned, the joy reigns supreme.
Lady Olivia, attempting a feeble remonstrance. Is sternly
silenced; and on the Wednesday decreed the old lady, bag
End baggage, departs from The Chevies, much to the rehef
of those she leaves behind her—" Never to return. If I can
help It," mutters Sir Hugh on the doorstep, whilst waving
her a courteous adieu.