“Yes, miss⁠—I told them Sir Percival Glyde was coming. I hope there was no harm in it⁠—I hope I didn’t do wrong.”

“Oh no, no harm. Come, Mr. Hartright, Hannah will begin to think us in the way, if we interrupt her any longer over her work.”

We stopped and looked at one another the moment we were alone again.

“Is there any doubt in your mind, now , Miss Halcombe?”

“Sir Percival Glyde shall remove that doubt, Mr. Hartright⁠—or Laura Fairlie shall never be his wife.”