CHAPTER XXXII.

“Sir Jordan Lynne!” The announcement and the entrance of that estimable gentleman were like the explosion of a bombshell to at least three out of four of the party. Audrey started and turned pale, Lorrimore frowned darkly, and Neville sprang to his feet. Jordan’s presence was owing to one of those chances which make or mar men’s fortunes. He had started that morning for London, resolved upon persuading, forcing, Audrey to marry him at once. He was thinking of her intently as he gazed vacantly out of the carriage wi…