CHAPTER XLV. MISCHIEF—MAKING.
On Monday, Mirabel made his appearance—and the demon of discord returned with him.
Alban had employed the earlier part of the day in making a sketch in the park—intended as a little present for Emily. Presenting himself in the drawing-room, when his work was completed, he found Cecilia and Francine alone. He asked where Emily was.
The question had been addressed to Cecilia. Francine answered it.
“Emily mustn’t be disturbed,” she said.
“Why not?”
“She is with Mr. Mirabel in the rose garden. I saw them talking together—evidently feeling the deepest interest in what they were saying to each other. Don’t interrupt them—you will only be in the way.”
Cecilia at once protested against this last assertion. “She is trying to make mischief, Mr. Morris—don’t belie
