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 			<p>And the Owls said, “Have we honored the summerhouse by occupying it all these years⁠—and is the horrid light of noonday to be let in on us at last? My lords and gentlemen, the Constitution is destroyed!”</p>
 			<p>They passed a resolution to that effect, as is the manner of their kind. And then they shut their eyes again, and felt that they had done their duty.</p>
 			<p>The same night, on their way to the fields, they observed with dismay a light in one of the windows of the house. What did the light mean?</p>
-			<p>It meant, in the first place, that the lawsuit was over at last. It meant, in the second place that the owner of Windygates, wanting money, had decided on letting the property. It meant, in the third place, that the property had found a tenant, and was to be renovated immediately out of doors and in. The Owls shrieked as they flapped along the lanes in the darkness, And that night they struck at a mouse⁠—and missed him.</p>
+			<p>It meant, in the first place, that the lawsuit was over at last. It meant, in the second place that the owner of Windygates, wanting money, had decided on letting the property. It meant, in the third place, that the property had found a tenant, and was to be renovated immediately out of doors and in. The Owls shrieked as they flapped along the lanes in the darkness. And that night they struck at a mouse⁠—and missed him.</p>
 			<p>The next morning, the Owls⁠—fast asleep in charge of the Constitution⁠—were roused by voices of featherless beings all round them. They opened their eyes, under protest, and saw instruments of destruction attacking the creepers. Now in one direction, and now in another, those instruments let in on the summerhouse the horrid light of day. But the Owls were equal to the occasion. They ruffled their feathers, and cried, “No surrender!” The featherless beings plied their work cheerfully, and answered, “Reform!” The creepers were torn down this way and that. The horrid daylight poured in brighter and brighter. The Owls had barely time to pass a new resolution, namely, “That we do stand by the Constitution,” when a ray of the outer sunlight flashed into their eyes, and sent them flying headlong to the nearest shade. There they sat winking, while the summerhouse was cleared of the rank growth that had choked it up, while the rotten woodwork was renewed, while all the murky place was purified with air and light. And when the world saw it, and said, “Now we shall do!” the Owls shut their eyes in pious remembrance of the darkness, and answered, “My lords and gentlemen, the Constitution is destroyed!”</p>
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 			<p>“<abbr>Mr.</abbr> Delamayn⁠—!”</p>
 			<p>“<abbr>Mr.</abbr> Delamayn knows everything.”</p>
 			<p>Blanche held mechanically by her uncle’s arm, and looked at the sleeping man as if her eyes could never see enough of him.</p>
-			<p>“You saw me in the library in private consultation with <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Delamayn,” resumed Sir Patrick. “I have to acknowledge, my dear, that you were quite right in thinking this a suspicious circumstance, And I am now to justify myself for having purposely kept you in the dark up to the present time.”</p>
+			<p>“You saw me in the library in private consultation with <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Delamayn,” resumed Sir Patrick. “I have to acknowledge, my dear, that you were quite right in thinking this a suspicious circumstance. And I am now to justify myself for having purposely kept you in the dark up to the present time.”</p>
 			<p>With those introductory words, he briefly reverted to the earlier occurrences of the day, and then added, by way of commentary, a statement of the conclusions which events had suggested to his own mind.</p>
 			<p>The events, it may be remembered, were three in number. First, Geoffrey’s private conference with Sir Patrick on the subject of Irregular Marriages in Scotland. Secondly, Anne Silvester’s appearance at Windygates. Thirdly, Anne’s flight.</p>
 			<p>The conclusions which had thereupon suggested themselves to Sir Patrick’s mind were six in number.</p>

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 			<p>Arnold read it, and handed it back without a word. Viewed by the new light in which he saw Geoffrey’s character after the quarrel on the heath, the letter conveyed but one conclusion to his mind. Geoffrey had deserted her.</p>
 			<p>“Well?” said Sir Patrick. “Do you understand what it means?”</p>
 			<p>“I understand Blanche’s wretchedness when she read it.”</p>
-			<p>He said no more than that. It was plain that no information which he could afford⁠—even if he had considered himself at liberty to give it⁠—would be of the slightest use in assisting Sir Patrick to trace Miss Silvester, under present circumstances, There was⁠—unhappily⁠—no temptation to induce him to break the honorable silence which he had maintained thus far. And⁠—more unfortunately still⁠—assuming the temptation to present itself, Arnold’s capacity to resist it had never been so strong a capacity as it was now.</p>
+			<p>He said no more than that. It was plain that no information which he could afford⁠—even if he had considered himself at liberty to give it⁠—would be of the slightest use in assisting Sir Patrick to trace Miss Silvester, under present circumstances. There was⁠—unhappily⁠—no temptation to induce him to break the honorable silence which he had maintained thus far. And⁠—more unfortunately still⁠—assuming the temptation to present itself, Arnold’s capacity to resist it had never been so strong a capacity as it was now.</p>
 			<p>To the two powerful motives which had hitherto tied his tongue⁠—respect for Anne’s reputation, and reluctance to reveal to Blanche the deception which he had been compelled to practice on her at the inn⁠—to these two motives there was now added a third. The meanness of betraying the confidence which Geoffrey had reposed in him would be doubled meanness if he proved false to his trust after Geoffrey had personally insulted him. The paltry revenge which that false friend had unhesitatingly suspected him of taking was a revenge of which Arnold’s nature was simply incapable. Never had his lips been more effectually sealed than at this moment⁠—when his whole future depended on Sir Patrick’s discovering the part that he had played in past events at Craig Fernie.</p>
 			<p>“Yes! yes!” resumed Sir Patrick, impatiently. “Blanche’s distress is intelligible enough. But here is my niece apparently answerable for this unhappy woman’s disappearance. Can you explain what my niece has got to do with it?”</p>
 			<p>“I! Blanche herself is completely mystified. How should <em>I</em> know?”</p>