Lord Trevlyn’s Heir Conrad Fitzgerald Sunday at Trevlyn In Peril Wilt thou Have this Woman? Woo’d, and Married, and A’ [vi] Married Mischief-makers The Little Rift MONICA. [1] [1] CHAPTER THE FIRST. THE TREVLYNS OF CASTLE TREVLYN. “Good-bye, Monica. I will look in again to-morrow: but I assure you there is no cause for anxiety. He is not worse than usual, and will be better soon.” The doctor was buttoning up his heavy driving-coat as he spoke, and at the conclusion of the sentence he opened the heavy oak door, letting in a blast of cold air and a sheet of fine, penetrating rain. “Oh, Raymond, what weather! I ought not to have sent for you.” [2] [2] “Nonsense! You know I am weather-proof. Old Jack will find his way home, if I cannot. Good-bye again.”