"A gentleman of large property in Hampshire."

Hampshire! Anne Catherick's native place. Again, and yet again,
the woman in white. There WAS a fatality in it.

"And his name?" I said, as quietly and indifferently as I could.

"Sir Percival Glyde."

SIR--Sir Percival! Anne Catherick's question--that suspicious
question about the men of the rank of Baronet whom I might happen
to know--had hardly been dismissed from my mind by Miss Halcombe's
return to me in the summer-house, before it was recalled again by
her own answer. I stopped suddenly, and looked at her.

"Sir Percival Glyde," she repeated, imagining that I had not heard
her former reply.

"Knight, or Baronet?" I asked, with an agitation that I could hide
no longer.

She paused for a moment, and then answered, rather coldly--

"Baronet, of course."



XI