CHAPTER XXI.

Sir Jordan Lynne was a happy man. He had won one of the most charming beauties of England. He was en route to Lynne, and all the way he was planning out the future. He would refurnish the old house, redecorate it throughout; one of the best firms should have carte blanche in respect to the furniture. Audrey was fond of horses; the stables should be rebuilt, and—and that wing which had been shut up for so long, in which was the room in which his father had died, should be pulled down. He put this last, but, in truth…