Ayala's Angel .......................................................................................................................................................1

When Egbert Dormer died he left his two daughters utterly penniless upon the world, and it must be said of

Egbert Dormer that nothing else could have been expected of him. The two girls were both pretty, but Lucy,

who was twentyone, was supposed to be simple and comparatively unattractive, whereas Ayala was credited

as her somewhat romantic name might show with poetic charm and a taste for romance. Ayala when

her father died was nineteen. We must begin yet a little earlier and say that there had been and had died

many years before the death of Egbert Dormer a clerk in the Admiralty, by name Reginald Dosett, who,

and whose wife, had been conspicuous for personal beauty. Their charms were gone, but the records of them

had been left in various grandchildren. There had been a son born to Mr Dosett, who was also a Reginald and

a clerk in the Admiralty, and who also, in his turn, had been a handsome man. With him, in his decadence,

the reader will become acquainted. There were also two daughters, whose reputation for perfect feminine

beauty had never been contested. The elder had married a city man of wealth of wealth when he married

her, but who had become enormously wealthy by the time of our story. He had when he married been simply

Mister, but was now Sir Thomas Tringle, Baronet, and was senior partner in the great firm of Travers and

Treason. Of Traverses and Treasons there were none left in these days, and Mr Tringle was supposed to

manipulate all the millions with which the great firm in Lombard Street was concerned. He had married old

Mr Dosett's eldest daughter, Emmeline, who was now Lady Tringle, with a house at the top of Queen's Gate,

rented at �1,500 a year, with a palatial moor in Scotland, with a seat in Sussex, and as many carriages and

horses as would suit an archduchess. Lady Tringle had everything in the world; a son, two daughters, and an

openhanded stout husband, who was said to have told her that money was a matter of no consideration.

The second Miss Dosett, Adelaide Dosett, who had been considerably younger than her sister, had insisted

upon giving herself to Egbert Dormer the artist, whose death we commemorated in our first line. But she had

died before her husband. They who remembered the two Miss Dosetts as girls were wont to declare that,

though Lady Tringle might, perhaps, have had the advantage in perfection of feature and in unequalled

symmetry, Adelaide had been the more attractive from expression and brilliancy. To her Lord Sizes had

offered his hand and coronet, promising to abandon for her sake all the haunts of his matured life. To her Mr

Tringle had knelt before he had taken the elder sister. For her Mr Progrum, the popular preacher of the day,

for a time so totally lost himself that he was nearly minded to go over to Rome. She was said to have had

offers from a widowed Lord Chancellor and from a Russian prince. Her triumphs would have quite

Then there had been, and still was, Reginald Dosett, the son of old Dosett, and the eldest of the family. He

too had married, and was now living with his wife; but to them had no children been born, luckily, as he was

a poor man. Alas, to a beautiful son it is not often that beauty can be a fortune as to a daughter. Young

Reginald Dosett he is anything now but young had done but little for himself with his beauty, having

simply married the estimable daughter of a brother clerk. Now, at the age of fifty, he had his �900 a year

from his office, and might have lived in fair comfort had he not allowed a small millstone of debt to hang

round his neck from his earlier years. But still he lived creditably in a small but very genteel house at Notting

Hill, and would have undergone any want rather than have declared himself to be a poor man to his rich

relations the Tringles. Such were now the remaining two children of old Mr Dosett Lady Tringle, namely,

and Reginald Dosett, the clerk in the Admiralty. Adelaide, the beauty in chief of the family, was gone; and

now also her husband, the improvident artist, had followed his wife. Dormer had been by no means a failing

artist. He had achieved great honour had at an early age been accepted into the Royal Academy had

sold pictures to illustrious princes and more illustrious dealers, had been engraved and had lived to see his

own works resold at five times their original prices. Egbert Dormer might also have been a rich man. But he

had a taste for other beautiful things besides a wife. The sweetest little phaeton that was to cost nothing, the

most perfect bijou of a little house at South Kensington he had boasted that it might have been packed

without trouble in his brotherinlaw Tringle's diningroom the simplest little gem for his wife, just a

blue set of china for his dinner table, just a painted cornice for his studio, just satin hangings for his

drawingroom and a few simple ornaments for his little girls; these with a few rings for himself, and

velvet suits of clothing in which to do his painting; these, with a few little dinner parties to show off his blue

china, were the first and last of his extravagances. But when he went, and when his pretty things were sold,

there was not enough to cover his debts. There was, however, a sweet savour about his name. When he died it

was said of him that his wife's death had killed him. He had dropped his palette, refused to finish the ordered

Then there were the two daughters, Lucy and Ayala. It should be explained that though a proper family

intercourse had always been maintained between the three families, the Tringles, the Dormers, and the

Dosetts, there had never been cordiality between the first and the two latter. The wealth of the Tringles had

seemed to convey with it a fetid odour. Egbert Dormer, with every luxury around him which money could

purchase, had affected to despise the heavy magnificence of the Tringles. It may be that he affected a fashion

higher than that which the Tringles really attained. Reginald Dosett, who was neither brilliant nor

fashionable, was in truth independent, and, perhaps, a little thinskinned. He would submit to no touch of

arrogance from Sir Thomas; and Sir Thomas seemed to carry arrogance in his brow and in his paunch. It was

there rather, perhaps, than in his heart; but there are men to whom a knack of fumbling their money in their

pockets and of looking out from under penthouse brows over an expanse of waistcoat, gives an air of

overweening pride which their true idiosyncracies may not justify. To Dosett had, perhaps, been spoken a

word or two which on some occasion he had inwardly resented, and from thenceforward he had ever been

ready to league with Dormer against the "bullionaire", as they agreed to call Sir Thomas. Lady Tringle had

even said a word to her sister, Mrs Dormer, as to expenses, and that had never been forgiven by the artist. So

things were when Mrs Dormer died first; and so they remained when her husband followed her.

Then there arose a sudden necessity for action, which, for a while, brought Reginald Dosett into connexion

with Sir Thomas and Lady Tringle. Something must be done for the poor girls. That the something should

come out of the pocket of Sir Thomas would have seemed to be natural. Money with him was no object

not at all. Another girl or two would be nothing to him as regarded simple expenditure. But the care of a

human being is an important matter, and so Sir Thomas knew. Dosett had not a child at all, and would be the

better for such a windfall. Dosett he supposed to be in his, Dosett's way fairly well off. So he made this

proposition. He would take one girl and let Dosett take the other. To this Lady Tringle added her proviso, that

she should have the choice. To her nerves affairs of taste were of such paramount importance! To this Dosett

yielded. The matter was decided in Lady Tringle's back drawingroom. Mrs Dosett was not even consulted in

that matter of choice, having already acknowledged the duty of mothering a motherless child. Dosett had

thought that the bullionaire should have said a word as to some future provision for the penniless girl, for

whom he would be able to do so little. But Sir Thomas had said no such word, and Dosett, himself, lacked

both the courage and the coarseness to allude to the matter. Then Lady Tringle declared that she must have

Ayala, and so the matter was settled. Ayala the romantic; Ayala the poetic! It was a matter of course that

Ayala should be chosen. Ayala had already been made intimate with the magnificent saloons of the Tringles,

and had been felt by Lady Tringle to be an attraction. Her long dark black locks, which had never hitherto

been tucked up, which were never curled, which were never so long as to be awkward, were already known

as being the loveliest locks in London. She sang as though Nature had intended her to be a singingbird

requiring no education, no labour. She had been once for three months in Paris, and French had come

naturally to her. Her father had taught her something of his art, and flatterers had already begun to say that

she was born to be the one great female artist of the world. Her hands, her feet, her figure were perfect.

Though she was as yet but nineteen, London had already begun to talk about Ayala Dormer. Of course Lady

Tringle chose Ayala, not remembering at the moment that her own daughters might probably be superseded

by their cousin. And, therefore, as Lady Tringle said herself to Lucy with her sweetest smile Mrs Dosett

had chosen Lucy. The two girls were old enough to know something of the meaning of such a choice. Ayala,

the younger, was to be adopted into immense wealth, and Lucy was to be given up to comparative poverty.

She knew nothing of her uncle Dosett's circumstances, but the genteel house at Notting Hill No. 3,

Kingsbury Crescent was known to her, and was but a poor affair as compared even with the bijou in

which she had hitherto lived. Her aunt Dosett never rose to any vehicle beyond a fourwheeler, and was

careful even in thinking of that accommodation. Ayala would be whirled about the park by a wirewig and a

pair of brown horses which they had heard it said were not to be matched in London. Ayala would be carried

with her aunt and her cousin to the showroom of Madame Tonsonville, the great French milliner of Bond

Street, whereas she, Lucy, might too probably be called on to make her own gowns. All the fashion of

Queen's Gate, something, perhaps, of the fashion of Eaton Square, would be open to Ayala. Lucy understood

enough to know that Ayala's own charms might probably cause still more august gates to be opened to her,

whereas Aunt Dosett entered no gates. It was quite natural that Ayala should be chosen. Lucy acknowledged

as much to herself. But they were sisters, and had been so near! By what a chasm would they be dissevered,

Lucy herself was a lovely girl, and knew her own loveliness. She was fairer than Ayala, somewhat taller, and

much more quiet in her demeanour. She was also clever, but her cleverness did not show itself so quickly.

She was a musician, whereas her sister could only sing. She could really draw, whereas her sister would rush

away into effects in which the drawing was not always very excellent. Lucy was doing the best she could for

herself, knowing something of French and German, though as yet not very fluent with her tongue. The two

girls were, in truth, both greatly gifted; but Ayala had the gift of showing her talent without thought of

showing it. Lucy saw it all, and knew that she was outshone; but how great had been the price of the

The artist's house had been badly ordered, and the two girls were of better disposition and better conduct than

might have been expected from such fitful training. Ayala had been the father's pet and Lucy the mother's.

Parents do ill in making pets, and here they had done ill. Ayala had been taught to think herself the favourite,

because the artist, himself, had been more prominent before the world than his wife. But the evil had not been

lasting enough to have made bad feeling between the sisters. Lucy knew that her sister had been preferred to

her, but she had been selfdenying enough to be aware that some such preference was due to Ayala. She, too,

admired Ayala, and loved her with her whole heart. And Ayala was always good to her had tried to divide

everything had assumed no preference as a right. The two were true sisters. But when it was decided that

Lucy was to go to Kingsbury Crescent the difference was very great. The two girls, on their father's death,

had been taken to the great red brick house in Queen's Gate, and from hence, three or four days after the

funeral, Lucy was to be transferred to her Aunt Dosett. Hitherto there had been little between them but

The tidings had been communicated to Lucy, and to Lucy alone, by Aunt Tringle "As you are the eldest,

dear, we think that you will be best able to be a comfort to your aunt," said Lady Tringle.

"I will do the best I can, Aunt Emmeline," said Lucy, declaring to herself that, in giving such a reason, her

"I am sure you will. Poor dear Ayala is younger than her cousins, and will be more subject to them." So in

truth was Lucy younger than her cousins, but of that she said nothing. "I am sure you will agree with me that

"Sir Thomas would not have had it any other way," said Lady Tringle, with a little severity, feeling that

Lucy's accord had hardly been as generous as it should be. But she recovered herself quickly, remembering

how much it was that Ayala was to get, how much that Lucy was to lose. "But, my dear, we shall see you

very often, you know. It is not so far across the park; and when we do have a few parties again "

"Of course not. We can none of us think of it just now. But when the time does come of course we shall

always have you, just as if you were one of us." Then her aunt gave her a roll of banknotes, a little present

of twentyfive pounds, to begin the world with, and told her that the carriage should take her to Kingsbury

Crescent on the following morning. On the whole Lucy behaved well and left a pleasant impression on her

aunt's mind. The difference between Queen's Gate and Kingsbury Crescent between Queen's Gate and

"Yes! If we were to be separated of course it would be so. Do not suppose, dear, that I am disappointed."

"If I can only like Aunt Margaret," Aunt Margaret was Mrs Dosett, with whom neither of the girls had

hitherto become intimate, and who was known to be quiet, domestic, and economical, but who had also been

spoken of as having a will of her own "I shall do better with her than you would, Ayala."

"Because I can remain quiet longer than you. It will be very quiet. I wonder how we shall see each other! I

"Not often, I fear. Uncle Reg has enough to do with his office. "You can come in a cab."

"We had better understand one or two things, Ayala. Uncle Thomas will pay everything for you, and as he is

very rich things will come as they are wanted. There will be cabs, and if not cabs, carriages. Uncle Reg must

pay for me, and he is very very kind to do so. But as he is not rich, there will be no carriages, and not a great

"That's as they please. I don't think they will very often. I would not for the world put you against Uncle

Thomas, but I have a feeling that I shall never get on with him. But you will never separate yourself from me,

"Oh, I wish I wish that I were to be the poor one. I'm sure I should like it best. I never cared about being

"No, Ayey, my own, we can't make them change. And if we could, we wouldn't. It is altogether best that you

"And I will always be so too, my pet. But you should be a bright Dormer among the Tringles, and I will be a

dull Dormer among the Dosetts. I shall begrudge nothing, if only we can see each other."

So the two girls were parted, the elder being taken away to Kingsbury Crescent and the latter remaining with

her rich relations at Queen's Gate. Ayala had not probably realized the great difference of their future

positions. To her the attractions of wealth and the privations of comparative poverty had not made themselves

as yet palpably plain. They do not become so manifest to those to whom the wealth falls at any rate, not in

early life as to the opposite party. If the other lot had fallen to Ayala she might have felt it more keenly.

Lucy felt it keenly enough. Without any longing after the magnificence of the Tringle mansion she knew how

great was the fall from her father's wellassorted luxuries and prettinesses down to the plain walls, tables, and

chairs of her Uncle Dosett's house. Her aunt did not subscribe to Mudie's. The old piano had not been tuned

for the last ten years. The parlourmaid was a cross old woman. Her aunt always sat in the diningroom

through the greater part of the day, and of all rooms the diningroom in Kingsbury Crescent was the dingiest.

Lucy understood very well to what she was going. Her father and mother were gone. Her sister was divided

from her. Her life offered for the future nothing to her. But with it all she carried a good courage. There was

present to her an idea of great misfortune; but present to her at the same time an idea also that she would do

For some days Lucy found herself to be absolutely crushed in the first place, by a strong resolution to do

some disagreeable duty, and then by a feeling that there was no duty the doing of which was within her reach.

It seemed to her that her whole life was a blank. Her father's house had been a small affair and considered to

be poor when compared with the Tringle mansion, but she now became aware that everything there had in

truth abounded. In one little room there had been two or three hundred beautifully bound books. That Mudie's

unnumbered volumes should come into the house as they were wanted had almost been as much a provision

of nature as water, gas, and hot rolls for breakfast. A piano of the best kind, and always in order, had been a

first necessary of life, and, like other necessaries, of course, forthcoming. There had been the little room in

which the girls painted, joining their father's studio and sharing its light, surrounded by every pretty female

appliance. Then there had always been visitors. The artists from Kensington had been wont to gather there,

and the artists' daughters, and perhaps the artists' sons. Every day had had its round of delights its round of

occupations, as the girls would call them. There had been some reading, some painting, some music

How little do we know how other people live in the houses close to us! We see the houses looking like our

own, and we see the people come out of them looking like ourselves. But a Chinaman is not more different

from the English John Bull than is No. 10 from No. 11. Here there are books, paintings, music, wine, a little

dilettanti gettingup of subjects of the day, a little dilettanti thinking on great affairs, perhaps a little dilettanti

religion; few domestic laws, and those easily broken; few domestic duties, and those easily evaded; breakfast

when you will, with dinner almost as little binding, with much company and acknowledged aptitude for idle

luxury. That is life at No. 10. At No. 11 everything is cased in iron. There shall be equal plenty, but at No. 11

even plenty is a bondage. Duty rules everything, and it has come to be acknowledged that duty is to be hard.

So many hours of needlework, so many hours of books, so many hours of prayer! That all the household shall

shiver before daylight, is a law, the breach of which by any member either augurs sickness or requires

condign punishment. To be comfortable is a sin; to laugh is almost equal to bad language. Such and so

From one extremity, as far removed, to another poor Lucy had been conveyed; though all the laws were not

exactly carried out in Kingsbury Crescent as they have been described at No. 11. The enforced prayers were

not there, nor the early hours. It was simply necessary that Lucy should be down to breakfast at nine, and had

she not appeared nothing violent would have been said. But it was required of her that she should endure a

life which was altogether without adornment. Uncle Dosett himself, as a clerk in the Admiralty, had a certain

position in the world which was sufficiently maintained by decent apparel, a wellkept, slight, grey whisker,

and an umbrella which seemed never to have been violated by use. Dosett was popular at his office, and was

regarded by his brother clerks as a friend. But no one was acquainted with his house and home. They did not

dine with him, nor he with them. There are such men in all public offices not the less respected because of

the quiescence of their lives. It was known of him that he had burdens, though it was not known what his

burdens were. His friends, therefore, were intimate with him as far as the entrance into Somerset House

where his duties lay and not beyond it. Lucy was destined to know the other side of his affairs, the

domestic side, which was as quiet as the official side. The link between them, which consisted of a journey

by the Underground Railway to the Temple Station, and a walk home along the Embankment and across the

Mr Dosett's salary has been said to be �900 per annum. What a fund of comfort there is in the word! When

the youth of nineteen enters an office how far beyond want would he think himself should he ever reach the

pecuniary paradise of �900 a year! How he would see all his friends, and in return be seen of them! But when

the income has been achieved its capabilities are found to be by no means endless. And Dosett in the earlier

spheres of his married life had unfortunately anticipated something of such comforts. For a year or two he

had spent a little money imprudently. Something which he had expected had not come to him; and, as a

result, he had been forced to borrow, and to insure his life for the amount borrowed. Then, too, when that

misfortune as to the money came came from the nonrealization of certain claims which his wife had

been supposed to possess provision had also to be made for her. In this way an assurance office eat up a

large fraction of his income, and left him with means which in truth were very straitened. Dosett at once gave

up all glories of social life, settled himself in Kingsbury Crescent, and resolved to satisfy himself with his

walk across the park and his frugal dinner afterwards. He never complained to anyone, nor did his wife. He

was a man small enough to be contented with a thin existence, but far too great to ask anyone to help him to

widen it. Sir Thomas Tringle never heard of that �175 paid annually to the assurance office, nor had Lady

Tringle, Dosett's sister, even heard of it. When it was suggested to him that he should take one of the Dormer

Mrs Dosett had had her great blow in life, and had suffered more perhaps than her husband. This money had

been expected. There had been no doubt of the money at any rate on her part. It did not depend on an old

gentleman with or without good intentions, but simply on his death. There was to be ever so much of it, four

or five hundred a year, which would last for ever. When the old gentleman died, which took place some ten

years after Dosett's marriage, it was found that the money, tied tight as it had been by half a dozen lawyers,

had in some fashion vanished. Whither it had gone is little to our purpose, but it had gone. Then there came a

great crash upon the Dosetts, which she for a while had been hardly able to endure.

But when she had collected herself together after the crash, and had made up her mind, as had Dosett also, to

the nature of the life which they must in future lead, she became more stringent in it even than he. He could

bear and say nothing; but she, in bearing, found herself compelled to say much. It had been her fault the

fault of people on her side and she would fain have fed her husband with the full flowery potato while she

ate only the rind. She told him, unnecessarily, over and over again, that she had ruined him by her marriage.

No such idea was ever in his head. The thing had come, and so it must be. There was food to eat, potatoes

enough for both, and a genteel house in which to live. He could still be happy if she would not groan. A

certain amount of groaning she did postpone while in his presence. The sewing of seams, and the darning of

household linen, which in his eyes amounted to groaning, was done in his absence. After their genteel dinner

he would sleep a little, and she would knit. He would have his glass of wine, but would make his bottle of

port last almost for a week. This was the house to which Lucy Dormer was brought when Mr Dosett had

consented to share with Sir Thomas the burden left by the death of the improvident artist. When a month

passed by Lucy began to think that time itself would almost drive her mad. Her father had died early in

September. The Tringles had then, of course, been out of town, but Sir Thomas and his wife had found

themselves compelled to come up on such an occasion. Something they knew must be done about the girls,

and they had not chosen that that something should be done in their absence. Mr Dosett was also enjoying his

official leave of absence for the year, but was enjoying it within the economical precincts of Kingsbury

Crescent. There was but seldom now an excursion for him or his wife to the joys of the country. Once, some

years ago, they had paid a visit to the palatial luxuries of Glenbogie, but the delights of the place had not paid

for the expense of the long journey. They, therefore, had been at hand to undertake their duties. Dosett and

Tringle, with a score of artists, had followed poor Dormer to his grave in Kensal Green, and then Dosett and

Tringle had parted again, probably not to see each other for another term of years.

"My dear, what do you like to do with your time?" Mrs Dosett said to her niece, after the first week. At this

time Lucy's wardrobe was not yet of a nature to need much work over its ravages. The Dormer girls had

hardly known where their frocks had come from when they wanted frocks hardly with more precision

than the Tringle girls. Frocks had come dark, gloomy frocks, lately, alas! And these, too, had now come a

second time. Let creditors be ever so unsatisfied, new raiment will always be found for mourning families.

Everything about Lucy was nearly new. The need of repairing would come upon her by degrees, but it had

not come as yet. Therefore there had seemed, to the anxious aunt, to be a necessity for some such question as

"It is not for me, my dear. I get through a deal of work, and am obliged to do so." She was, at this time, sitting

with a sheet in her lap, which she was turning. Lucy had, indeed, once offered to assist, but her assistance had

been rejected. This had been two days since, and she had not renewed the proposal as she should have done.

This had been mainly from bashfulness. Though the work would certainly be distasteful to her, she would do

it. But she had not liked to seem to interfere, not having as yet fallen into the ways of intimacy with her aunt.

"I don't want to burden you with my taskwork," continued Mrs Dosett, "but I am afraid you seem to be

"I was reading till just before you spoke," said Lucy, again turning her eyes to the little volume of poetry,

which was one of the few treasures which she had brought away with her from her old home.

"Reading is very well, but I do not like it as an excuse, Lucy." Lucy's anger boiled within her when she was

told of an excuse, and she declared to herself that she could never like her aunt. "I am quite sure that for

young girls, as well as for old women, there must be a great deal of waste time unless there be needle and

thread always about. And I know, too, unless ladies are well off, they cannot afford to waste time any more

than gentlemen." In the whole course of her life nothing so much like scolding as this had ever been

addressed to her. So at least thought Lucy at that moment. Mrs Dosett had intended the remarks all in good

part, thinking them to be simply fitting from an aunt to a niece. It was her duty to give advice, and for the

giving of such advice some day must be taken as the beginning. She had purposely allowed a week to run by,

To Lucy it was a new and most bitter experience. Though she was reading the Idylls of the King, or

pretending to read them, She was, in truth, thinking of all that had gone from her. Her mind had, at that

moment, been intent upon her mother, who, in all respects, had been so different from this careful,

sheetdarning housewife of a woman. And in thinking of her mother there had no doubt been regrets for

many things of which she would not have ventured to speak as sharing her thoughts with the memory of her

mother, but which were nevertheless there to add darkness to the retrospective. Everything behind had been

so bright, and everything behind had gone away from her! Everything before was so gloomy, and everything

before must last for so long! After her aunt's lecture about wasted time Lucy sat silent for a few minutes, and

"I was thinking of my darling, darling mamma," sobbed Lucy. "Of course, Lucy, you will think of her.

How should you not? And of your father. Those are sorrows which must be borne. But sorrows such as those

are much lighter to the busy than to the idle. I sometimes think that the labourers grieve less for those they

love than we do just because they have not time to grieve." "I wish I were a labourer then," said Lucy,

through her tears. "You may be if you will. The sooner you begin to be a labourer the better for yourself and

That Aunt Dosett's voice was harsh was not her fault nor that in the obduracy of her daily life she had lost

much of her original softness. She had simply meant to be useful, and to do her duty; but in telling Lucy that

it would be better that the labouring should be commenced at once for the sake of "those about you' who

could only be Aunt Dosett herself she had seemed to the girl to be harsh, selfish, and almost unnatural.

The volume of poetry fell from her hand, and she jumped up from the chair quickly. "Give it me at once," she

said, taking hold of the sheet which was not itself a pleasant object; Lucy had never seen such a thing at

the bijou. "Give it me at once," she said, and clawed the long folds of linen nearly out of her aunt's lap. "I did

not mean anything of the kind," said Aunt Dosett. "You should not take me up in that way. I am speaking

only for your good, because I know that you should not dawdle away your existence. Leave the sheet."

Lucy did leave the sheet, and then, sobbing violently, ran out of the room up to her own chamber. Mrs Dosett

determined that she would not follow her. She partly forgave the girl because of her sorrows, partly reminded

herself that she was not soft and facile as had been her sisterinlaw, Lucy's mother; and then, as she

continued her work, she assured herself that it would be best to let her niece have her cry out upstairs. Lucy's

violence had astonished her for a moment, but she had taught herself to think it best to allow such little

Lucy, when she was alone, flung herself upon her bed in absolute agony. She thought that she had

misbehaved, and yet how cruel how harsh had been her aunt's words! If she, the quiet one, had

misbehaved, what would Ayala have done? And how was she to find strength with which to look forward to

the future? She struggled hard with herself for a resolution. Should she determine that she would

henceforward darn sheets morning, noon, and night till she worked her fingers to the bone? Perhaps there had

been something of truth in that assertion of her aunt's that the labourers have no time to grieve. As everything

else was shut out from her, it might be well for her to darn sheets. Should she rush down penitent and beg her

She would have done it as far as the sheets were concerned, but she could not do it as regarded her aunt. She

could put herself into unison with the crumpled soiled linen, but not with the hard woman.

Oh, how terrible was the change! Her father and her mother who had been so gentle to her! All the sweet

prettinesses of her life! All her occupations, all her friends, all her delights! Even Ayala was gone from her!

How was she to bear it? She begrudged Ayala nothing no, nothing. But yet it was hard! Ayala was to have

everything. Aunt Emmeline though they had not hitherto been very fond of Aunt Emmeline was

sweetness itself as compared with this woman. "The sooner you begin to labour the better for yourself and

those about you." Would it not have been fitter that she should have been sent at once to some actual

poorhouse in which there would have been no mistake as to her position? That it should all have been decided

for her for her and Ayala, not by any will of their own, not by any concert between themselves, but simply by

the fantasy of another! Why should she thus be made a slave to the fantasy of anyone! Let Ayala have her

uncle's wealth and her aunt's palaces at her command, and she would walk out simply a pauper into the world

into some workhouse, so that at least she need not be obedient to the harsh voice and the odious common

sense of her Aunt Dosett! But how should she take herself to some workhouse? In what way could she prove

her right to be admitted even then? It seemed to her that the same decree which had admitted Ayala into the

golden halls of the fairies had doomed her not only to poverty, but to slavery. There was no escape for her

from her aunt and her aunt's sermons. "Oh, Ayala, my darling my own one; oh, Ayala, if you did but

know!" she said to herself. What would Ayala think, how would Ayala bear it, could she but guess by what a

gulf was her heaven divided from her sister's hell! "I will never tell her," she said to herself. "I will die, and

As she lay there sobbing all the gilded things of the world were beautiful in her eyes. Alas, yes, it was true.

The magnificence of the mansion at Queen's Gate, the glories of Glenbogie, the closely studied comforts of

Merle Park, as the place in Sussex was called, all the carriages and horses, Madame Tonsonville and all the

draperies, the seats at the Albert Hall into which she had been accustomed to go with as much ease as into her

bedroom, the box at the opera, the pretty furniture, the frequent gems, even the raiment which would make

her pleasing to the eyes of men whom she would like to please all these things grew in her eyes and

became beautiful. No. 3, Kingsbury Crescent, was surely, of all places on the earth's surface, the most ugly.

And yet yet she had endeavoured to do her duty. "If it had been the workhouse I could have borne it," she

said to herself; "but not to be the slave of my Aunt Dosett!" Again she appealed to her sister, "Oh, Ayala, if

you did but know it!" Then she remembered herself, declaring that it might have been worse to Ayala than

even to her. "If one had to bear it, it was better for me," she said, as she struggled to prepare herself for her

The evening after the affair with the sheet went off quietly, as did many days and many evenings. Mrs Dosett

was wise enough to forget the little violence and to forget also the feeling which had been displayed. When

Lucy first asked for some household needlework, which she did with a faltering voice and shamefaced

remembrance of her fault, her aunt took it all in good part and gave her a task somewhat lighter as a

beginning than the handling of a sheet. Lucy sat at it and suffered. She went on sitting and suffering. She told

herself that she was a martyr at every stitch she made. As she occupied the seat opposite to her aunt's

accustomed chair she would hardly speak at all, but would keep her mind always intent on Ayala and the joys

of Ayala's life. That they who had been born together, sisters, with equal fortunes, who had so closely lived

together, should be sundered so utterly one from the other; that the one should be so exalted and the other so

debased! And why? What justice had there been? Could it be from heaven or even from earth that the law had

gone forth for such a division of the things of the world between them? "You have got very little to say to a

person," said Aunt Dosett, one morning. This, too, was a reproach. This, too, was scolding. And yet Aunt

"Because I am stupid," said Lucy. "Stupid people can't talk. You should have had Ayala."

"I hope you do not envy Ayala her fortune, Lucy?" A woman with any tact would not have asked such a

question at such a time. She should have felt that a touch of such irony might he natural, and that unless it

were expressed loudly, or shown actively, it might be left to be suppressed by affection and time. But she, as

she had grown old, had taught herself to bear disappointment, and thought it wise to teach Lucy to do the

"Envy!" said Lucy, not passionately, but after a little pause for thought. "I sometimes think it is very hard to

"Envy, hatred, and malice," said Mrs Dosett, hardly knowing what she meant by the use of the wellworn

"If I had the power to take anything from her, would I do it? I love Ayala with my whole heart. Whatever be

my misery I would rather bear it than let Ayala have even a share of it. Whatever good things she may have I

would not rob her even of a part of them. If there be joy and sorrow to be divided between us I would wish to

have the sorrow so that she might have the joy. That is not hatred and malice." Mrs Dosett looked at her over

her spectacles. This was the girl who had declared that she could not speak because she was too stupid! "But,

when you ask me whether I envy her, I hardly know," continued Lucy. "I think one does covet one's

neighbour's house, in spite of the tenth commandment, even though one does not want to steal it."

Mrs Dosett repented herself that she had given rise to any conversation at all. Silence, absolute silence, the

old silence which she had known for a dozen years before Lucy had come to her, would have been better than

this. She was very angry, more angry than she had ever yet been with Lucy; and yet she was afraid to show

her anger. Was this the girl's gratitude for all that her uncle was doing for her for shelter, food, comfort,

for all that she had in the world? Mrs Dosett knew, though Lucy did not, of the little increased pinchings

which had been made necessary by the advent of another inmate in the house; so many pounds of the meat in

the week, and so much bread, and so much tea and sugar! It had all been calculated. In genteel houses such

calculation must often be made. And when by degrees degrees very quick the garments should become

worn which Lucy had brought with her, there must be something taken from the tightfitting income for that

need. Arrangements had already been made of which Lucy knew nothing, and already the two glasses of port

wine a day had been knocked off from poor Mr Dosett's comforts. His wife had sobbed in despair when he

had said that it should be so. He had declared gin and water to be as supporting as port wine, and the thing

had been done. Lucy inwardly had been disgusted by the gin and water, knowing nothing of its history. Her

father, who had not always been punctual in paying his winemerchant's bills, would not have touched gin

and water, would not have allowed it to contaminate his table. Everything in Mr Dosett's house was paid for

And now Lucy, who had been made welcome to all that the genteel house could afford, who had been taken

in as a child, had spoken of her lot as one which was all sorrowful. Bad as it is this living in Kingsbury

Crescent I would rather bear it myself than subject Ayala to such misery! It was thus that she had, in fact,

spoken of her new home when she had found it necessary to defend her feelings towards her sister. It was

impossible that her aunt should be altogether silent under such treatment. "We have done the best for you that

"Oh, no! You asked me whether I envied Ayala. What was I to say? Perhaps I should have said nothing, but

"I had better say nothing more, aunt. If I were to pretend to be cheerful I should be false. It is as yet only a

few weeks since papa died." Then the work went on in silence between them for the next hour.

And the work went on in solemn silence between them through the winter. It came to pass that the sole

excitement of Lucy's life came from Ayala's letters the sole excitement except a meeting which took place

between the sisters one day. When Lucy was taken to Kingsbury Crescent Ayala was at once carried down to

Glenbogie, and from thence there came letters twice a week for six weeks. Ayala's letters, too, were full of

sorrow. She, too, had lost her mother, her father, and her sister. Moreover, in her foolish petulance she said

things of her Aunt Emmeline, and of the girls, and of Sir Thomas, which ought not to have been written of

those who were kind to her. Her cousin Tom, too, she ridiculed Tom Tringle, the son and heir saying

that he was a lout who endeavoured to make eyes at her. Oh, how distasteful, how vulgar they were after all

that she had known. Perhaps the eldest girl, Augusta, was the worst. She did not think that she could put up

with the assumed authority of Augusta. Gertrude was better, but a simpleton. Ayala declared herself to be sad

at heart. But then the sweet scenery of Glenbogie, and the colour of the moors, and the glorious heights of

Ben Alchan, made some amends. Even in her sorrow she would rave about the beauties of Glenbogie. Lucy,

as she read the letters, told herself that Ayala's grief was a grief to be borne, a grief almost to be enjoyed. To

sit and be sad with a stream purling by you, how different from the sadness of that diningroom in the

Crescent. To look out upon the glories of a mountain, while a tear would now and again force itself into the

Lucy, in her answers, endeavoured to repress the groans of her spirit. In the first place she did acknowledge

that it did not become her to speak ill of those who were, in truth, her benefactors; and then she was anxious

not to declare to Ayala her feeling of the injustice by which their two lots had been defined to them. Though

she had failed to control herself once or twice in speaking to her aunt she did control herself in writing her

letters. She would never, never, write a word which should make Ayala unnecessarily unhappy. On that she

was determined. She would say nothing to explain to Ayala the unutterable tedium of that downstairs parlour

in which they passed their lives, lest Ayala should feel herself to be wounded by the luxurious comforts

It was thus she wrote. Then there came a time in which they were to meet just at the beginning of

November. The Tringles were going to Rome. They generally did go somewhere. Glenbogie, Merle Park, and

the house in Queen's Gate, were not enough for the year. Sir Thomas was to take them to Rome, and then

return to London for the manipulation of the millions in Lombard Street. He generally did remain nine

months out of the twelve in town, because of the millions, making his visits at Merle Park very short; but

Lady Tringle found that change of air was good for the girls. It was her intention now to remain at Rome for

The party from Scotland reached Queen's Gate late one Saturday evening, and intended to start early on the

Monday. To Ayala, who had made it quite a matter of course that she should see her sister, Lady Tringle had

said that in that case a carriage must be sent across. It was awkward, because there were no carriages in

London. She had thought that they had all intended to pass through London just as though they were not

stopping. Sunday, she had thought, was not to be regarded as being a day at all. Then Ayala flashed up. She

had flashed up some times before. Was it supposed that she was not going to see Lucy? Carriage! She would

walk across Kensington Gardens, and find the house out all by herself. She would spend the whole day with

Lucy, and come back alone in a cab. She was strong enough, at any rate, to have her way so far, that a

carriage, wherever it came from, was sent for Lucy about three in the afternoon, and did take her back to

Then at last the sisters were together in Ayala's bedroom. "And now tell me about everything," said Ayala.

But Lucy was resolved that she would not tell anything. "I am so wretched!" That would have been all; but

she would not tell her wretchedness. "We are so quiet in Kingsbury Crescent," she said,; "you have so much

"She is not the worst, though she sometimes is hard to bear. I can't tell you what it is, but they all seem to

think so much of themselves. In the first place they never will say a word about papa."

"No, it is not. One would know that. But they look down upon papa, who had more in his little finger than

"So I do about him; but it is very hard. And then Augusta has a way with me, as though she had a right to

"Augusta is older than you of course, ever so much. They make her out twentythree at her last birthday,

but she is twentyfour. But that is not difference enough for ordering certainly between cousins. I do hate

"How is one to help oneself? She has a way of whispering to Gertrude, and to her mother, when I am there,

which almost kills me. 'If you'll only give me notice I'll go out of the room at once,' I said the other day, and

"I don't care a bit for Sir Thomas. I am not sure but he is the most goodnatured, though he is so podgy. Of

"It is so important that you should be on good terms with them." "I don't see it at all," said Ayala, flashing

"Am I to sell myself because they have got money! No, indeed! No one despises money so much as I do. I

will never be other to them than if I had the money, and they were the poor relations." "That will not do,

"I will make it do. They may turn me out if they like. Of course, I know that I should obey my aunt, and so I

will. If Sir Thomas told me anything I should do it. But not Augusta." Then, while Lucy was thinking how

she might best put into soft words advice which was so clearly needed, Ayala declared another trouble. "But

"Augusta does, I'm sure; and pretends to think that it is my fault. I am sure that there will be a terrible quarrel

some day. I told him the day before we left Glenbogie that I should tell his mother. I did indeed. Then he

grinned. He is such a fool. And when I laughed he took it all as kindness. I couldn't have helped laughing if I

"Yes, for the present. But he is to come over to us some time after Christmas, when Uncle Tringle has gone

"A girl need not be bothered by a lover unless she chooses, Ayey. "But it will be such a bother to have to talk

about it. He looks at me, and is such an idiot. Then Augusta frowns. When I see Augusta frowning I am so

angry that I feel like boxing her ears. Do you know, Lucy, that I often think that it will not do, and that I shall

Such was the conversation between the girls. Of what was said everything appertained to Ayala. Of the very

nature of Lucy's life not a word was spoken. As Ayala was talking Lucy was constantly thinking of all that

might be lost by her sister's imprudence. Even though Augusta might be disagreeable, even though Tom

might be a bore, it should all be borne borne at any rate for a while seeing how terrible would be the

alternative. The alternative to Lucy seemed to be Kingsbury Crescent and Aunt Dosett. It did not occur to her

to think whether in any possible case Ayala would indeed be added to the Crescent family, or what in that

case would become of herself, and whether they two might live with Aunt Dosett, and whether in that case

life would not be infinitely improved. Ayala had all that money could do for her, and would have such a

lookout into the world from a wealthy house as might be sure at last to bring her some such husband as

would be desirable. Ayala, in fact, had everything before her, and Lucy had nothing. Wherefore it became

Lucy's duty to warn Ayala, so that she should bear with much, and throw away nothing. If Ayala could only

know what life might be, what life was at Kingsbury Crescent, then she would be patient, then she would

softly make a confidence with her aunt as to Tom's folly, then she would propitiate Augusta. Not care for

money! Ayala had not yet lived in an ugly room and darned sheets all the morning. Ayala had never sat for

two hours between the slumbers of Uncle Dosett and the knitting of Aunt Dosett. Ayala had not been brought

"Oh, Ayala!" she said, as they were going down to dinner together, "do struggle; do bear it. Tell Aunt

Emmeline. She will like you to tell her. If Augusta wants you to go anywhere, do go. What does it signify?

Papa and mamma are gone, and we are alone." All this she said without a word of allusion to her own

sufferings. Ayala made a half promise. She did not think she would go anywhere for Augusta's telling; but

she would do her best to satisfy Aunt Emmeline. Then they went to dinner, and after dinner Lucy was taken

Ayala wrote long letters on her journey, full of what she saw, and full of her companions. From Paris she

wrote, and then from Turin, and then again on their immediate arrival at Rome. Her letters were most

imprudent as written from the close vicinity of her aunt and cousin. It was such a comfort that that oaf Tom

had been left behind. Uncle Tringle was angry because he did not get what he liked to eat. Aunt Emmeline

gave that courier such a terrible life, sending for him every quarter of an hour. Augusta would talk first

French and then Italian, of which no one could understand a word. Gertrude was so sick with travelling that

she was as pale as a sheet. Nobody seemed to care for anything. She could not get her aunt to look at the

Campanile at Florence, or her cousins to know one picture from another. "As for pictures, I am quite sure that

Mangle's angels would do as well as Raffael's." Mangle was a brother academician whom their father had

taught them to despise. There was contempt, most foolish contempt, for all the Tringles; but, luckily, there

had be no quarrelling. Then it seemed that both in Paris and in Florence Ayala had bought pretty things, from

which it was to be argued that her uncle had provided her liberally with money. One pretty thing had been

sent from Paris to Lucy, which could not have been bought for less than many francs. It would not be fair that

Lucy knew that she too should give something in return. Though Kingsbury Crescent was not attractive,

though Aunt Dosett was not to her a pleasant companion, she had begun to realise the fact that it behoved her

to be grateful, if only for the food she ate, and for the bed on which she slept. As she thought of all that Ayala

owed she remembered also her own debts. As the winter went on she struggled to pay them. But Aunt Dosett

was a lady not much given to vacillation. She had become aware at first that Lucy had been rough to her, and

she did not easily open herself to Lucy's endearments. Lucy's life at Kingsbury Crescent had begun badly,

and Lucy, though she understood much about it, found it hard to turn a bad beginning to a good result.

It was suggested to Lucy before she had been long in Kingsbury Crescent that she should take some exercise.

For the first week she had hardly been out of the house; but this was attributed to her sorrow. Then she had

accompanied her aunt for a few days during the halfhour's marketing which took place every morning, but

in this there had been no sympathy. Lucy would not interest herself in the shoulder of mutton which must be

of just such a weight as to last conveniently for two days twelve pounds of which, it was explained to

her, more than onehalf was intended for the two servants, because there was always a more lavish

consumption in the kitchen than in the parlour. Lucy would not appreciate the fact that eggs at a penny a

piece, whatever they might be, must be used for puddings, as eggs with even a reputation of freshness cost

twopence. Aunt Dosett, beyond this, never left the house on weekdays except for a few calls which were

made perhaps once a month, on which occasion the Sunday gloves and the Sunday silk dress were used. On

Sunday they all went to church. But this was not enough for exercise, and as Lucy was becoming pale she

It is generally understood that there are raging lions about the metropolis, who would certainly eat up young

ladies whole if young ladies were to walk about the streets or even about the parks by themselves. There is,

however, beginning to be some vacillation as to the received belief on this subject as regards London. In large

continental towns, such as Paris and Vienna, young ladies would be devoured certainly. Such, at least, is the

creed. In New York and Washington there are supposed to be no lions, so that young ladies go about free as

air. In London there is a rising doubt, under which before long, probably, the lions will succumb altogether.

Mrs Dosett did believe somewhat in lions, but she believed also in exercise. And she was aware that the lions

eat up chiefly rich people. Young ladies who must go about without mothers, brothers, uncles, carriages, or

attendants of any sort, are not often eaten or even roared at. It is the dainty darlings for whom the roarings

have to be feared. Mrs Dosett, aware that daintiness was no longer within the reach of her and hers, did assent

to these walkings in Kensington Gardens. At some hour in the afternoon Lucy would walk from the house by

herself, and within a quarter of an hour would find herself on the broad gravel path which leads down to the

Round Pond. From thence she would go by the back of the Albert Memorial, and then across by the

Serpentine and return to the same gate, never leaving Kensington Gardens. Aunt Dosett had expressed some

oldfashioned idea that lions were more likely to roar in Hyde Park than within the comparatively retired

purlieus of Kensington. Now the reader must be taken back for a few moments to the bijou, as the bijou was

before either the artist or his wife had died. In those days there had been a frequent concourse of people in the

artist's house. Society there had not consisted chiefly of eating and drinking. Men and women would come in

and out as though really for a purpose of talking. There would be three or four constantly with Dormer in his

studio, helping him but little perhaps in the real furtherance of his work, though discussing art subjects in a

manner calculated to keep alive artfeeling among them. A novelist or two of a morning might perhaps aid

me in my general pursuit, but would, I think, interfere with the actual tally of pages. Egbert Dormer did not

turn out from his hand so much work as some men that I know, but he was overflowing with art up to his ears

There had come there of late, quite of late, a young sculptor, named Isadore Hamel. Hamel was an

Englishman, who, however, had been carried very early to Rome and had been bred there. Of his mother

question never was made, but his father had been well known as an English sculptor resident at Rome. The

elder Hamel had been a man of mark, who had a fine suite of rooms in the city and a villa on one of the lakes,

but who never came to England. English connections were, he said, to him abominable, by which he perhaps

meant that the restrictions of decent life were not to his taste. But his busts came, and his groups in marble,

and now and again some great work for some public decoration: so that money was plentiful with him, and he

was a man of note. It must be acknowledged of him that he spared nothing in bringing up his son, giving him

such education as might best suit his future career as an artist, and that money was always forthcoming for

Then young Hamel also became a sculptor of much promise; but early in life differed from his father on

certain subjects of importance. The father was wedded to Rome and to Italy. Isadore gradually expressed an

opinion that the nearer a man was to his market the better for him, that all that art could do for a man in Rome

was as nothing to the position which a great artist might make for himself in London that, in fact, an

Englishman had better be an Englishman. At twentysix he succeeded in his attempt, and became known as a

young sculptor with a workshop at Brompton. He became known to many both by his work and his

acquirements; but it may not be surprising that after a year he was still unable to live, as he had been taught to

live, without drawing upon his father. Then his father threw his failure in his teeth, not refusing him money

At no house had Isadore Hamel been made so welcome as at Dormer's. There was a sympathy between them

both on that great question of art, whether to an artist his art should be a matter to him of more importance

than all the world besides. So said Dormer who simply died because his wife died, who could not have

touched his brush if one of his girls had been suffering, who, with all his genius, was but a faineant workman.

His art more than all the world to him! No, not to him. Perhaps here and again to some enthusiast, and him

hardly removed from madness! Where is the painter who shall paint a picture after his soul's longing though

he shall get not a penny for it though he shall starve as he put his last touch to it, when he knows that by

drawing some duchess of the day he shall in a fortnight earn a ducal price? Shall a wife and child be less dear

to him than to a lawyer or to a shoemaker, or the very craving of his hunger less obdurate? A man's self,

and what he has within him and his belongings, with his outlook for this and other worlds let that be the

first, and the work, noble or otherwise, be the second. To be honest is greater than to have painted the San

Sisto, or to have chiselled the Apollo, to have assisted in making others honest infinitely greater. All of

which were discussed at great length at the bijou, and the bijouites always sided with the master of the house.

To an artist, said Dormer, let his art be everything above wife and children, above money, above health,

above even character. Then he would put out his hand with his jewelled finger, and stretch forth his

velvetclad arm, and soon after lead his friend away to the little dinner at which no luxury had been spared.

But young Hamel agreed with the sermons, and not the less because Lucy Dormer had sat by and listened to

Not a word of love had been spoken to her by the sculptor when her mother died, but there had been glances

and little feelings of which each was half conscious. It is so hard for a young man to speak of love, if there be

real love so impossible that a girl should do so! Not a word had been spoken, but each had thought that

the other must have known. To Lucy a word had been spoken by her mother "Do not think too much of

him till you know," the mother had said not quite prudently. "Oh, no! I will think of him not at all," Lucy

had replied. And she had thought of him day and night. "I wonder why Mr Hamel is so different with you?"

Ayala had said to her sister. "I am sure he is not different with me", Lucy had replied. Then Ayala had shaken

Things came quickly after that. Mrs Dormer had sickened and died. There was no time then for thinking of

that handsome brow, of that short jet black hair, of those eyes so full of fire and thoughtfulness, of that

perfect mouth, and the deep but yet soft voice. Still even in her sorrow this new god of her idolatry was not

altogether forgotten. It was told to her that he had been summoned off to Rome by his father, and she

wondered whether he was to find his home at Rome for ever. Then her father was ill, and in his illness Hamel

"You find me crushed to the ground," the painter said. Something the young man whispered as to the

consolation which time would bring. "Not to me," said Dormer. "It is as though one had lost his eyes. One

Then, on the landing at the top of the stairs, there had been one word between Lucy and the sculptor. "I ought

not to have intruded on you perhaps," he said; "but after so much kindness I could hardly go without a word."

"I am glad too so that I may say goodbye." Then she put out her hand, and he held it for a moment as he

looked into her eyes. There was not a word more, but it seemed to Lucy as though there had been so many

Things went on quickly. Egbert Dormer died, and Lucy was taken away to Kingsbury Crescent. When once

Ayala had spoken about Mr Hamel, Lucy had silenced her. Any allusion to the idea of love wounded her, as

though it was too impossible for dreams, too holy for words. How should there be words about a lover when

father and mother were both dead? He had gone to his old and natural home. He had gone, and of course he

would not return. To Ayala, when she came up to London early in November, to Ayala, who was going to

Rome, where Isadore Hamel now was, Isadore Hamel's name was not mentioned. But through the long

mornings of her life, through the long evenings, through the long nights, she still thought of him she could

not keep herself from thinking. To a girl whose life is full of delights her lover need not be so very much

need not, at least, be everything. Though he be a lover to be loved at all points, her friends will be something,

her dancing, her horse, her theatregoing, her brothers and sisters, even her father and mother. But Lucy had

nothing. The vision of Isadore Hamel had passed across her life, and had left with her the only possession that

she had. It need hardly be said that she never alluded to that possession at Kingsbury Crescent. It was not a

possession from which any enjoyment could come except that of thinking of it. He had passed away from her,

and there was no point of life at which he could come across her again. There was no longer that halfjoint

studio. If it had been her lot to be as was Ayala, she then would have been taken to Rome. Then again he

would have looked into her eyes. and taken her hand in his. Then perhaps . But now, even though he were

to come back to London, he would know nothing of her haunts. Even in that case nothing would bring them

together. As the idea was crossing her mind as it did cross it so frequently she saw him turning from

the path on which she was walking, making his way towards the steps of the Memorial.

Though she saw no more than his back she was sure that it was Isadore Hamel. For a moment there was an

impulse on her to run after him and to call his name. It was then early in January, and she was taking her

daily walk through Kensington Gardens. She had walked there daily now for the last two months and had

never spoken a word or been addressed had never seen a face that she had recognised. It had seemed to

her that she had not an acquaintance in the world except Uncle Reg and Aunt Dosett. And now, almost within

reach of her hand, was the one being in all the world whom she most longed to see. She did stand and the

word was formed within her lips; but she could not speak it. Then came the thought that she would run after

him, but the thought was expelled quickly. Though she might lose him again and for ever she could not do

that. She stood almost gasping till he was out of sight, and then she passed on upon her usual round.

She never omitted her walks after that, and always paused a moment as the path turned away to the

Memorial. It was not that she thought that she might meet him there there rather than elsewhere but

there is present to us often an idea that when some object has passed from us that we have desired then it may

be seen again. Day after day, and week after week, she did not see him. During this time there came letters

from Ayala, saying that their return to England was postponed till the first week in February that she

would certainly see Lucy in February that she was not going to be hurried through London in half an hour

because her aunt wished it; and that she would do as she pleased as to visiting her sister. Then there was a

word or two about Tom "Oh, Tom that idiot Tom!" And another word or two about Augusta. "Augusta

is worse than ever. We have not spoken to each other for the last day or two." This came but a day or two

No actual day had been fixed. But on the day before that on which Lucy thought it probable that the Tringles

might return to town she was again walking in the Gardens. Having put two and two together, as people do,

she felt sure that the travellers could not be away more than a day or two longer. Her mind was much intent

upon Ayala, feeling that the imprudent girl was subjecting herself to great danger, knowing that it was wrong

that she and Augusta should be together in the house without speaking thinking of her sister's perils

when, of a sudden, Hamel was close before her! There was no question of calling to him now no question

of an attempt to see him face to face. She had been wandering along the path with eyes fixed upon the

ground, when her name was sharply called, and they two were close to each other. Hamel had a friend with

him, and it seemed to Lucy at once, that she could only bow to him, only mutter something, and then pass on.

How can a girl stand and speak to a gentleman in public, especially when that gentleman has a friend with

him? She tried to look pleasant, bowed, smiled, muttered something, and was passing on. But he was not

minded to lose her thus immediately. "Miss Dormer," he said, "I have seen your sister at Rome. May I not say

Why should he not say a word about Ayala? In a minute he had left his friend, and was walking back along

the path with Lucy. There was not much that he had to say about Ayala. He had seen Ayala and the Tringles,

and did manage to let it escape him that Lady Tringle had not been very gracious to himself when once, in

public, he had claimed acquaintance with Ayala. But at that he simply smiled. Then he had asked of Lucy

where she lived. "With my uncle, Mr Dosett," said Lucy, "at Kingsbury Crescent." Then, when he asked

whether he might call, Lucy, with many blushes, had said that her aunt did not receive many visitors that

her uncle's house was different from what her father's had been. "Shall I not see you at all, then?" he asked.

She did not like to ask him after his own purposes of life, whether he was now a resident in London, or

whether he intended to return to Rome. She was covered with bashfulness, and dreaded to seem even to be

interested in his affairs. "Oh, yes," she said,; "perhaps we may meet some day."

"Oh, no; not here! It was only an accident." As she said this she determined that she must walk no more in

Kensington Gardens. It would be dreadful, indeed, were he to imagine that she would consent to make an

appointment with him. It immediately occurred to her that the lions were about, and that she must shut herself

"I have thought of you every day since I have been back," he said, "and I did not know where to hear of you.

Now that we have met am I to lose you again?" Lose her! What did he mean by losing her? She, too, had

found a friend she who had been so friendless! Would it not be dreadful to her, also, to lose him? "Is there

"When Ayala is back, and they are in town, perhaps I shall sometimes be at Lady Tringle's," said Lucy,

resolved that she would not tell him of her immediate abode. This was, at any rate, a certain address from

where he might commence further inquiries, should he wish to make inquiry; and as such he accepted it. "I

think I had better go now," said Lucy, trembling at the apparent impropriety of her present conversation.

He knew that it was intended that he should leave her, and he went. "I hope I have not offended you in

"Oh, no." Then again she gave him her hand and again there was the same look as he took his leave.

When she got home, which was before the dusk, having resolved that she must, at any rate, tell her aunt that

she had met a friend, she found that her uncle had returned from his office. This was a most unusual

occurrence. Her uncle, she knew, left Somerset House exactly at half past four, and always took an hour and a

quarter for his walk. She had never seen him in Kingsbury Crescent till a quarter before six. "I have got

"One from Ayala, for you. It is here. And I have had one from my sister, also; and one, in the course of the

day, from your uncle in Lombard Street. You had better read them!" There was something terribly tragic in

Uncle Dosett's voice as he spoke. And so must the reader read the letters; but they must be delayed for a few

We must go back to Ayala's life during the autumn and winter. She was rapidly whirled away to Glenbogie

amidst the affectionate welcomings of her aunt and cousins. All manner of good things were done for her, as

to presents and comforts. Young as she was, she had money given to her, which was not without attraction;

and though she was, of course, in the depth of her mourning, she was made to understand that even mourning

might be made becoming if no expense were spared. No expense among the Tringles ever was spared, and at

first Ayala liked the bounty of profusion. But before the end of the first fortnight there grew upon her a

feeling that even banknotes become tawdry if you are taught to use them as curlpapers. It may be said that

nothing in the world is charming unless it be achieved at some trouble. If it rained "'64 Leoville' which I

regard as the most divine of nectars I feel sure that I should never raise it to my lips. Ayala did not argue

the matter out in her mind, but in very early days she began to entertain a dislike to Tringle magnificence.

There had been a good deal of luxury at the bijou, but always with a feeling that it ought not to be there

that more money was being spent than prudence authorised which had certainly added a savour to the

luxuries. A lovely bonnet, is it not more lovely because the destined wearer knows that there is some

wickedness in achieving it? All the bonnets, all the claret, all the horses, seemed to come at Queen's Gate and

at Glenbogie without any wickedness. There was no more question about them than as to one's ordinary bread

and butter at breakfast. Sir Thomas had a way a merit shall we call it or a fault? of pouring out his

wealth upon the family as though it were water running in perpetuity from a mountain tarn. Ayala the

Perhaps the only pleasure left to the very rich is that of thinking of the deprivations of the poor. The bonnets,

and the claret, and the horses, have lost their charm; but the Gladstone, and the old hats, and the

fourwheeled cabs of their neighbours, still have a little flavour for them. From this source it seemed to

Ayala that the Tringles drew much of the recreation of their lives. Sir Thomas had his way of enjoying this

amusement, but it was a way that did not specially come beneath Ayala's notice. When she heard that

Breakatlast, the Huddersfield manufacturer, had to sell his pictures, and that all Shoddy and Stuffgoods'

grand doings for the last two years had only been a flash in the pan, she did not understand enough about it to

feel wounded; but when she heard her aunt say that people like the Poodles had better not have a place in

Scotland than have to let it, and when Augusta hinted that Lady Sophia Smallware had pawned her diamonds,

Of all the family Sir Thomas was most persistently the kindest to her, though he was a man who did not look

to be kind. She was pretty, and though he was ugly himself he liked to look at things pretty. He was, too,

perhaps, a little tired of his own wife and daughters who were indeed what he had made them, but still

were not quite to his taste. In a general way he gave instructions that Ayala should be treated exactly as a

daughter, and he informed his wife that he intended to add a codicil to his will on her behalf. "Is that

necessary?" asked Lady Tringle, who began to feel something like natural jealousy. "I suppose I ought to do

something for a girl if I take her by the hand," said Sir Thomas, roughly. "If she gets a husband I will give her

something, and that will do as well." Nothing more was said about it, but when Sir Thomas went up to town

Ayala was foolish rather than ungrateful, not understanding the nature of the family to which she was

relegated. Before she had been taken away she had promised Lucy that she would be "obedient" to her aunt.

There had hardly been such a word as obedience known at the bijou. If any were obedient, it was the mother

and the father to the daughters. Lucy, and Ayala as well, had understood something of this; and therefore

Ayala had promised to be obedient to her aunt. "And to Uncle Thomas," Lucy had demanded, with an

imploring embrace. "Oh, yes," said Ayala, dreading her uncle at that time. She soon learned that no

obedience whatsoever was exacted from Sir Thomas. She had to kiss him morning and evening, and then to

take whatever presents he made her. An easy uncle he was to deal with, and she almost learned to love him.

Nor was Aunt Emmeline very exigeant, though she was fantastic and sometimes disagreeable. But Augusta

was the great difficulty. Lucy had not told her to obey Augusta, and Augusta she would not obey. Now

"You never ordered me," Ayala had said to Lucy when they met in London as the Tringles were passing

through. At the bijou there had been a republic, in which all the inhabitants and all the visitors had been free

and equal. Such republicanism had been the very mainspring of life at the bijou. Ayala loved equality, and

she specially felt that it should exist among sisters. Do anything for Lucy? Oh, yes, indeed, anything;

abandon anything; but for Lucy as a sister among sisters, not for an elder as from a younger! And if she were

not bound to serve Lucy then certainly not Augusta. But Augusta liked to be served. On one occasion she sent

Ayala upstairs, and on another she sent Ayala downstairs. Ayala went, but determined to be equal with her

cousin. On the morning following, in the presence of Aunt Emmeline and of Gertrude, in the presence also of

two other ladies who were visiting at the house, she asked Augusta if she would mind running upstairs and

fetching her scrapbook! She had been thinking about it all the night and all the morning, plucking up her

courage. But she had been determined. She found a great difficulty in saying the words, but she said them.

The thing was so preposterous that all the ladies in the room looked aghast at the proposition. "I really think

that Augusta has got something else to do," said. Aunt Emmeline. "Oh, very well," said Ayala, and then they

were all silent. Augusta, who was employed on a silk purse, sat still and did not say a word.

Had a great secret, or rather a great piece of news which pervaded the family, been previously communicated

to Ayala, she would not probably have made so insane a suggestion. Augusta was engaged to be married to

the Honourable Septimus Traffick, the member for Port Glasgow. A young lady who is already half a bride is

not supposed to run up and down stairs as readily as a mere girl. For running up and down stairs at the bijou

Ayala had been proverbial. They were a family who ran up and down with the greatest alacrity. "Oh, papa,

my basket is out on the seat' for there had been a seat in the twofoot garden behind the house. Papa

would go down in two jumps and come up with three skips, and there was the basket, only because his girl

liked him to do something for her. But for him Ayala would run about as though she were a tricksy Ariel.

Had the important matrimonial news been conveyed to Ariel, with a true girl's spirit she would have felt that

during the present period Augusta was entitled to special exemption from all ordering. Had she herself been

engaged she would have run more and quicker than ever would have been excited thereto by the peculiar

vitality of her new prospects; but to even Augusta she would be subservient, because of her appreciation of

bridal importance. She, however, had not been told till that afternoon. "You should not have asked Augusta to

"You had meant to say that because she had sent you you were to send her. There is a difference, you know."

"I didn't know," said Ayala, beginning to think that she would fight her battle if told of such differences as

"I had meant to tell you before, but I may as well tell you now, Augusta is engaged to be married to the

Honourable Mr Septimus Traffick. He is second son of Lord Boardotrade, and is in the House."

"Dear me!" said Ayala, acknowledging at once within her heart that the difference alleged was one against

which she need not rouse herself to the fight. Aunt Emmeline had, in truth, intended to insist on that

"Yes, indeed. He is a man very much thought of just now in public life, and Augusta's mind is naturally much

"Does he, aunt?" Ayala did feel that if Augusta's mind was entirely occupied with supply and demand she

ought not to be made to go upstairs to fetch a scrapbook. But she had her doubts about Augusta's mind.

Nevertheless, if the forthcoming husband were true, that might be a reason. "If anybody had told me before I

Then Lady Tringle explained that it had been thought better not to say anything heretofore as to the coming

matrimonial hilarities because of the sadness which had fallen upon the Dormer family. Ayala accepted this

as an excuse, and nothing further was said as to the iniquity of her request to her cousin. But there was a

general feeling among the women that Ayala, in lieu of gratitude, had exhibited an intention of rebelling.

On the next day Mr Traffick arrived, whose coming had probably made it necessary that the news should be

told. Ayala was never so surprised in her life as when she saw him. She had never yet had a lover of her own,

had never dreamed of a lover, but she had her own idea as to what a lover ought to be. She had thought that

Isadore Hamel would be a very nice lover for her sister. Hamel was young, handsome, with a great deal to

say on such a general subject as art, but too bashful to talk easily to the girl he admired. Ayala had thought

that all that was just as it should be. She was altogether resolved that Hamel and her sister should be lovers,

and was determined to be devoted to her future brotherinlaw. But the Honourable Septimus Traffick! It

was a question to her whether her Uncle Tringle would not have been better as a lover.

And yet there was nothing amiss about Mr Traffick. He was very much like an ordinary hardworking

member of the House of Commons, over perhaps rather than under forty years of age. He was somewhat

bald, somewhat grey, somewhat fat, and had lost that look of rosy plumpness which is seldom, I fear,

compatible with hard work and late hours. He was not particularly ugly, nor was he absurd in appearance. But

he looked to be a disciple of business, not of pleasure, nor of art. "To sit out on the bank of a stream and have

him beside one would not be particularly nice," thought Ayala to herself. Mr Traffick no doubt would have

enjoyed it very well if he could have spared the time; but to Ayala it seemed that such a man as that could

have cared nothing for love. As soon as she saw him, and realised in her mind the fact that Augusta was to

become his wife, she felt at once the absurdity of sending Augusta on a message.

Augusta that evening was somewhat more than ordinarily kind to her cousin. Now that the great secret was

told, her cousin no doubt would recognise her importance. "I suppose you had not heard of him before?" she

"Mr Traffick is very much thought of in the House of Commons on all subjects affecting commerce."

"The House of Commons. I don't think it can be equal to art." Then Augusta turned up her nose with a double

turn first as against painters, Mr Dormer having been no more, and then at Ayala's ignorance in supposing

that the House of Commons could have been spoken of as a study. "Mr Traffick will probably be in the

"Then won't he be very old before he gets there?" This was a terrible question. Young ladies of

fiveandtwenty, when they marry gentlemen of fourandfifty, make up their minds for wellunderstood

and wellrecognised old age. They see that they had best declare their purpose, and they do declare it. "Of

course, Mr Walker is old enough to be my father, but I have made up my mind that I like that better than

anything else." Then the wall has been jumped, and the thing can go smoothly. But at fortyfive there is

supposed to be so much of youth left that the difference of age may possibly be tided over and not made to

appear abnormal. Augusta Tringle had determined to tide it over in this way. The fortyfive had been

gradually reduced to "less than forty' though all the Peerages were there to give the lie to the assertion.

She talked of her lover as Septimus, and was quite prepared to sit with him beside a stream if only half an

hour for the amusement could be found. When, therefore, Ayala suggested that if her lover wanted to get into

office he had better do so quickly, lest he should be too old, Augusta was not well pleased.

"Lord Boardotrade was much older when he began," said Augusta. "His friends, indeed, tell Septimus that he

should not push himself forward too quickly. But I don't think that I ever came across anyone who was so

ignorant of such things as you are, Ayala." "Perhaps he is not so old as he looks," said Ayala. After this it

may be imagined that there was not close friendship between the cousins. Augusta's mind was filled with a

strong conception as to Ayala's ingratitude. The houseless, penniless orphan had been taken in, and had done

nothing but make herself disagreeable. Young! No doubt she was young. But had she been as old as

Methuselah she could not have been more insolent. It did not, however, matter to her, Augusta. She was

going away; but it would be terrible to her mamma and to Gertrude! Thus it was that Augusta spoke of her

And then there came another trouble, which was more troublesome to Ayala even than the other. Tom

Tringle, who was in the house in Lombard Street, who was the only son, and heir to the title and no doubt to

much of the wealth, had chosen to take Ayala's part and to enlist himself as her special friend. Ayala had, at

first, accepted him as a cousin, and had consented to fraternise with him. Then, on some unfortunate day,

there had been some word or look which she had failed not to understand, and immediately she had become

afraid of Tom. Tom was not like Isadore Hamel was very far, indeed, from that idea of a perfect lover

which Ayala's mind had conceived; but he was by no means a lout, or an oaf, or an idiot, as Ayala in her

letters to her sister had described him. He had been first at Eton and then at Oxford, and having spent a great

deal of money recklessly, and done but little towards his education, had been withdrawn and put into the

office. His father declared of him now that he would do fairly well in the world. He had a taste for dress, and

kept four or five hunters which he got but little credit by riding. He made a fuss about his shooting, but did

not shoot much. He was stout and awkward looking very like his father, but without that settled air which

age gives to heavy men. In appearance he was not the sort of lover to satisfy the preconceptions of such a girl

as Ayala. But he was goodnatured and true. At last he became to her terribly true. His love, such as it

seemed at first, was absurd to her. "If you make yourself such a fool, Tom, I'll never speak to you again," she

had said, once. Even after that she had not understood that it was more than a stupid joke. But the joke, while

it was considered as such, was very distasteful to her; and afterwards, when a certain earnestness in it was

She repudiated his love with such power as she had, but she could not silence him. She could not at all

understand that a young man, who seemed to her to be an oaf, should really be in love honestly in love

with her. But such was the case. Then she became afraid lest others should see it afraid, though she often

told herself that she would appeal to her aunt for protection. "I tell you I don't care a bit about you, and you

oughtn't to go on," she said. But he did go on, and though her aunt did not see it Augusta did.

Then Augusta spoke a word to her in scorn. "Ayala," she said, "you should not encourage Tom."

Encourage him! What a word from one girl to another! What a world of wrong there was in the idea which

had created the word! What an absence of the sort of feeling which, according to Ayala's theory of life, there

should be on such a matter between two sisters, two cousins, or two friends! Encourage him! When Augusta

ought to have been the first to assist her in her trouble! "Oh, Augusta," she said, turning sharply round, "what

"I suppose you think so, because I do not choose to approve." "Approve of what! Tom is thoroughly

disagreeable. Sometimes he makes my life such a burden to me that I think I shall have to go to my aunt. But

you are worse. Oh!" exclaimed Ayala, shuddering as she thought of the unwomanly treachery of which her

Nothing more came of it at Glenbogie. Tom was required in Lombard Street, and the matter was not

suspected by Aunt Emmeline as far, at least, as Ayala was aware. When he was gone it was to her as

though there would be a world of time before she would see him again. They were to go to Rome, and he

would not be at Rome till January. Before that he might have forgotten his folly. But Ayala was quite

determined that she would never forget the ill offices of Augusta. She did hate Augusta, as she had told her

During her journeying and during her sojourn at Rome Ayala did enjoy much; but even these joys did not

come to her without causing some trouble of spirit. At Glenbogie everybody had known that she was a

dependent niece, and that as such she was in truth nobody. On that morning when she had ordered Augusta to

go upstairs the two visitors had stared with amazement who would not have stared at all had they heard

Ayala ordered in the same way. But it came about that in Rome Ayala was almost of more importance than

the Tringles. It was absolutely true that Lady Tringle and Augusta and Gertrude were asked here and there

because of Ayala; and the worst of it was that the fact was at last suspected by the Tringles themselves.

Sometimes they would not always be asked. One of the Tringle girls would only be named. But Ayala was

never forgotten. Once or twice an effort was made by some grand lady, whose taste was perhaps more

conspicuous than her good nature, to get Ayala without burdening herself with any of the Tringles. When this

became clear to the mind of Augusta of Augusta, engaged as she was to the Honourable Septimus

Traffick, Member of Parliament Augusta's feelings were such as may better be understood than

"Bother the Marchesa! Who is the Marchesa? I believe it is all Ayala's doing because she expects to meet that

"He certainly used to be at his house. I remember seeing him." "I daresay; but that doesn't justify Ayala in

running after him as she does. I believe that all this about the Marchesa is because of Mr Hamel." This was

better than believing that Ayala was to be asked to sing, and that Ayala was to be feted and admired and

danced with, simply because Ayala was Ayala, and that they, the Tringles, in spite of Glenbogie, Merle Park,

and Queen's Gate, were not wanted at all. But when Aunt Emmeline signified to Ayala that on that particular

morning she had better not go to the Marchesa's picnic, Ayala simply said that she had promised and

At this time no gentleman of the family was with them. Sir Thomas had gone, and Tom Tringle had not

come. Then, just at Christmas, the Honourable Septimus Traffick came for a short visit a very short visit,

no more than four or five days, because Supply and Demand were requiring all his services in preparation for

the coming Session of Parliament. But for five halcyon days he was prepared to devote himself to the glories

of Rome under the guidance of Augusta. He did not of course sleep at the Palazzo Ruperti, where it delighted

Lady Tringle to inform her friends in Rome that she had a suite of apartments au premiere, but he ate there

and drank there and almost lived there; so that it became absolutely necessary to inform the world of Rome

that it was Augusta's destiny to become in course of time the Honourable Mrs Traffick, otherwise the close

intimacy would hardly have been discreet unless it had been thought, as the illnatured Marchesa had

hinted, that Mr Traffick was Lady Tringle's elder brother. Augusta, however, was by no means ashamed of

her lover. Perhaps she felt that when it was known that she was about to be the bride of so great a man then

doors would be open for her at any rate as wide as for her cousin. At this moment she was very important to

herself. She was about to convey no less a sum than �120,000 to Mr Traffick, who in truth, as younger son of

Lord Boardotrade, was himself not well endowed. Considering her own position and her future husband's

rank and standing, she did not know how a young woman could well be more important. She was very

important at any rate to Mr Traffick. She was sure of that. When, therefore, she learned that Ayala had been

asked to a grand ball at the Marchesa's, that Mr Traffick was also to be among the guests, and that none of the

She must have been very stupid when she took it into her head to be jealous of Mr Traffick's attention to her

cousin; stupid, at any rate, when she thought that her cousin was laying out feminine lures for Mr Traffick.

Poor Ayala! We shall see much of her in these pages, and it may be well to declare of her at once that her

ideas at this moment about men or rather about a possible man were confined altogether to the

abstract. She had floating in her young mind some fancies as to the beauty of love. That there should be a

hero must of course be necessary. But in her daydreams this hero was almost celestial or, at least,

athereal. It was a concentration of poetic perfection to which there was not as yet any appanage of apparel, of

features, or of wealth. It was a something out of heaven which should think it well to spend his whole time in

adoring her and making her more blessed than had ever yet been a woman upon the earth. Then her first

approach to a mundane feeling had been her acknowledgment to herself that Isadore Hamel would do as a

lover for Lucy. Isadore Hamel was certainly very handsome was possessed of infinite good gifts; but even

he would by no means have come up to her requirements for her own hero. That hero must have wings tinged

with azure, whereas Hamel had a not much more aetherealised than ordinary coat and waistcoat. She knew

that heroes with azure wings were not existent save in the imagination, and, as she desired a real lover for

Lucy, Hamel would do. But for herself her imagination was too valuable then to allow her to put her foot

upon earth. Such as she was, must not Augusta have been very stupid to have thought that Ayala should

Her cousin Tom had come to her, and had been to her as a Newfoundland dog is when he jumps all over you

just when he has come out of a horsepond. She would have liked Tom had he kept his doglike gambols at a

proper distance. But when he would cover her with muddy water he was abominable. But this Augusta had

not understood. With Mr Traffick there would be no doglike gambols; and, as he was not harsh to her,

Ayala liked him. She had liked her uncle. Such men were, to her thinking, more like dogs than lovers. She

sang when Mr Traffick asked her, and made a picture for him, and went with him to the Coliseum, and

laughed at him about Supply and Demand. She was very pretty, and perhaps Mr Traffick did like to look at

"I really think you were too free with Mr Traffick last night," Augusta said to her one morning.

"Oh, he likes that," said Ayala. "All that time we were up at the top of St Peter's I was quizzing him about his

This was wormwood. In the first place there had been a word or two between the lovers about that going up

of St Peter's, and Augusta had refused to join them. She had wished Septimus to remain down with her

which would have been tantamount to preventing any of the party from going up; but Septimus had persisted

on ascending. Then Augusta had been left for a long hour alone with her mother. Gertrude had no doubt gone

up, but Gertrude had lagged during the ascent. Ayala had skipped up the interminable stairs and Mr Traffick

had trotted after her with admiring breathless industry. This itself, with the thoughts of the good time which

Septimus might be having at the top, was very bad. But now to be told that she, Ayala, should laugh at him;

and that he, Septimus, should like it! "I suppose he takes you to be a child," said Augusta; "but if you are a

child you ought to conduct yourself." "I suppose he does perceive the difference," said Ayala.

She had not in the least known what the words might convey had probably meant nothing. But to Augusta

it was apparent that Ayala had declared that her lover, her Septimus, had preferred her extreme youth to the

more mature charms of his own true love or had, perhaps, preferred Ayala's raillery to Augusta's serious

demeanour. "You are the most impertinent person I ever knew in my life," said Augusta, rising from her chair

and walking slowly out of the room. Ayala stared after her, not above half comprehending the cause of the

Then came the very serious affair of the ball. The Marchesa had asked that her dear little friend Ayala

Dormer might be allowed to come over to a little dance which her own girls were going to have. Her own

girls were so fond of Ayala! There would be no trouble. There was a carriage which would be going

somewhere else, and she would be fetched and taken home. Ayala at once declared that she intended to go,

and her Aunt Emmeline did not refuse her sanction. Augusta was shocked, declaring that the little dance was

to be one of the great balls of the season, and pronouncing the whole to be a falsehood; but the affair was

But Mr Traffick's affair in the matter came more within her range. "Septimus," she said, "I would rather you

would not go to that woman's party." Septimus had been asked only on the day before the party as soon,

"My cousin is behaving badly in the matter, and mamma ought not to allow her to go. Who knows anything

about the Marchesa Baldoni?" "Both he and she are of the very best families in Rome," said Mr Traffick, who

"At any rate they are behaving very badly to us, and I will take it as a favour that you do not go. Asking

Ayala, and then asking you, as good as from the same house, is too marked. You ought not to go."

Perhaps Mr Traffick had on some former occasion felt some little interference with his freedom of action.

Perhaps he liked the acquaintance of the Marchesa. Perhaps he liked Ayala Dormer. Be that as it might, he

would not yield. "Dear Augusta, it is right that I should go there, if it be only for half an hour." This he said in

a tone of voice with which Augusta was already acquainted, which she did not love, and which, when she

heard it, would make her think of her �120,000. When he had spoken he left her, and she began to think of

They both went, Ayala and Mr Traffick and Mr Traffick, instead of staying half an hour, brought Ayala

back at three o'clock in the morning. Though Mr Traffick was nearly as old as Uncle Tringle, yet he could

dance. Ayala had been astonished to find how well he could dance, and thought that she might please her

cousin Augusta by praising the juvenility of her lover at luncheon the next day. She had not appeared at

breakfast, but had been full of the ball at lunch. "Oh, dear, yes, I dare say there were two hundred people

"That is what she calls a little dance," said Augusta, with scorn. "I suppose that is the Italian way of talking

"Mr Traffick liked it very much. I'm sure he'll tell you so. I had no idea he would care to dance."

Augusta only shook herself and turned up her nose. Lady Tringle thought it necessary to say something in

defence of her daughter's choice. "Why should not Mr Traffick dance like any other gentleman?" "Oh, I don't

know. I thought that a man who makes so many speeches in Parliament would think of something else. I was

very glad he did, for he danced three times with me. He can waltz as lightly as " As though he were

The next day was the last of Mr Traffick's sojourn in Rome, and on that day he and Augusta so quarrelled

that, for a certain number of hours, it was almost supposed in the family that the match would be broken off.

On the afternoon of the day after the dance, Mr Traffick was walking with Ayala on the Pincian, while

Augusta was absolutely remaining behind with her mother. For a quarter of an hour the whole day, as it

seemed to Augusta there was a full two hundred yards between them. It was not that the engaged girl

could not bear the severance, but that she could not endure the attention paid to Ayala. On the next morning

"she had it out", as some people say, with her lover. "If I am to be treated in this way you had better tell me

"Dancing with that chit all night, turning her head, and then walking with her all the next day! I will not put

Mr Traffick valued �120,000 very highly, as do most men, and would have done much to keep it; but he

believed that the best way of making sure of it would be by showing himself to be the master. "My own one,"

"Very well! Then I will write to papa, and let him know that it must be all over."

For three hours there was terrible trouble in the apartments in the Palazzo Ruperti, during which Mr Traffick

was enjoying himself by walking up and down the Forum, and calculating how many Romans could have

congregated themselves in the space which is supposed to have seen so much of the world's doings. During

this time Augusta was very frequently in hysterics; but, whether in hysterics or out of them, she would not

allow Ayala to come near her. She gave it to be understood that Ayala had interfered fatally, foully,

damnably, with all her happiness. She demanded, from fit to fit, that telegrams should be sent over to bring

her father to Italy for her protection. She would rave about Septimus, and then swear that, under no

consideration whatever, would she ever see him again. At the end of three hours she was told that Septimus

was in the drawingroom. Lady Tringle had sent half a dozen messengers after him, and at last he was found

looking up at the Arch of Titus. "Bid him go," said Augusta. "I never want to behold him again." But within

two minutes she was in his arms, and before dinner she was able to take a stroll with him on the Pincian.

He left, like a thriving lover, high in the good graces of his beloved; but the anger which had fallen on Ayala

had not been removed. Then came a rumour that the Marchesa, who was half English, had called Ayala

Cinderella, and the name had added fuel to the fire of Augusta's wrath. There was much said about it between

Lady Tringle and her daughter, the aunt really feeling that more blame was being attributed to Ayala than she

deserved. "Perhaps she gives herself airs," said Lady Tringle, "but really it is no more."

Gertrude rather took Ayala's part, telling her mother, in private, that the accusation about Mr Traffick was

absurd. "The truth is", said Gertrude, "that Ayala thinks herself very clever and very beautiful, and Augusta

will not stand it." Gertrude acknowledged that Ayala was upsetting and ungrateful. Poor Lady Tringle, in her

husband's absence, did not know what to do about her niece. Altogether, they were uncomfortable after Mr

Traffick went and before Tom Tringle had come. On no consideration whatsoever would Augusta speak to

her cousin. She declared that Ayala was a viper, and would give no other reason. In all such quarrelings the

matter most distressing is that the evil cannot be hidden. Everybody at Rome who knew the Tringles, or who

knew Ayala, was aware that Augusta Tringle would not speak to her cousin. When Ayala was asked she

would shake her locks, and open her eyes, and declare that she knew nothing about it. In truth she knew very

little about it. She remembered that passageatarms about the going upstairs at Glenbogie, but she could

hardly understand that for so small an affront, and one so distant, Augusta would now refuse to speak to her.

That Augusta had always been angry with her, and since Mr Traffick's arrival more angry than ever, she had

felt; but that Augusta was jealous in respect to her lover had never yet at all come home to Ayala. That she

should have wanted to captivate Mr Traffick she with her high ideas of some transcendental, more than

But she had to put up with it, and to think of it. She had sense enough to know that she was no more than a

stranger in her aunt's family, and that she must go if she made herself unpleasant to them. She was aware that

hitherto she had not succeeded with her residence among them. Perhaps she might have to go. Some things

she would bear, and in them she would endeavour to amend her conduct. In other matters she would hold her

own, and go, if necessary. Though her young imagination was still full of her unsubstantial hero though

she still had her castles in the air altogether incapable of terrestrial foundation still there was a common

sense about her which told her that she must give and take. She would endeavour to submit herself to her

aunt. She would be kind as she had always been kind to Gertrude. She would in all matters obey her

uncle. Her misfortune with the Newfoundland dog had almost dwindled out of her mind. To Augusta she

could not submit herself. But then Augusta, as soon as the next session of Parliament should be over, would

be married out of the way. And, on her own part, she did think that her aunt was inclined to take her part in

the quarrel with Augusta. Thus matters were going on in Rome when there came up another and a worse

Tom Tringle, though he had first appeared to his cousin Ayala as a Newfoundland dog which might perhaps

be pleasantly playful, and then, as the same dog, very unpleasant because dripping with muddy water, was

nevertheless a young man with so much manly truth about him as to be very much in love. He did not look

like it; but then perhaps the young men who do fall most absolutely into love do not look like it. To Ayala her

cousin Tom was as unloveable as Mr Septimus Traffick. She could like them both well enough while they

would be kind to her. But as to regarding cousin Tom as a lover the idea was so preposterous to her that

she could not imagine that anyone else should look upon it as real. But with Tom the idea had been real, and

was, moreover, permanent. The black locks which would be shaken here and there, the bright glancing eyes

which could be so joyous and could be so indignant, the colour of her face which had nothing in it of pink,

which was brown rather, but over which the telltale blood would rush with a quickness which was

marvellous to him, the lithe quick figure which had in it nothing of the weight of earth, the little foot which in

itself was a perfect joy, the step with all the elasticity of a fawn these charms together had mastered him.

Tom was not romantic or poetic, but the romance and poetry of Ayala had been divine to him. It is not always

like to like in love. Titania loved the weaver Bottom with the ass's head. Bluebeard, though a bad husband, is

supposed to have been fond of his last wife. The Beauty has always been beloved by the Beast. To Ayala the

thing was monstrous: but it was natural. Tom Tringle was determined to have his way, and when he started

for Rome was more intent upon his lovemaking than all the glories of the Capitol and the Vatican.

When he first made his appearance before Ayala's eyes he was bedecked in a manner that was awful to her.

Down at Glenbogie he had affected a rough attire, as is the custom with young men of ample means when

fishing, shooting, or the like, is supposed to be the employment then in hand. The roughness had been a little

overdone, but it had added nothing to his own uncouthness. In London he was apt to run a little towards

ornamental gilding, but in London his tastes had been tempered by the illnatured criticism of the world at

large. He had hardly dared at Queen's Gate to wear his biggest pins; but he had taken upon himself to think

that at Rome an Englishman might expose himself with all his jewelry. "Oh, Tom, I never saw anything so

stunning," his sister Gertrude said to him. He had simply frowned upon her, and had turned himself to Ayala,

as though Ayala, being an artist, would be able to appreciate something beautiful in art. Ayala had looked at

him and had marvelled, and had ventured to hope that, with his Glenbogie dress, his Glenbogie manners and

At this time the family at Rome was very uncomfortable. Augusta would not speak to her cousin, and had

declared to her mother and sister her determination never to speak to Ayala again. For a time Aunt Emmeline

had almost taken her niece's part, feeling that she might, best bring things back to a condition of peace in this

manner. Ayala, she had thought, might thus be decoyed into a state of submission. Ayala, so instigated, had

made her attempt. "What is the matter, Augusta," she had said, "that you are determined to quarrel with me?"

"I have quarrelled with you", said Augusta, "because you do not know how to behave yourself." Then Ayala

had flashed forth, and the little attempt led to a worse condition than ever, and words were spoken which

"Only that you are going away I would not consent to live here." said Ayala. Then Aunt Emmeline had asked

her where she would go to live should it please her to remove herself. Ayala had thought of this for a

moment, and then had burst into tears. "If I could not live I could die. Anything would be better than to be

treated as she treats me." So the matters were when Tom came to Rome with all his jewelry.

Lady Tringle had already told herself that, in choosing Ayala, she had chosen wrong. Lucy, though not so

attractive as Ayala, was pretty, quiet, and ladylike. So she thought now. And as to Ayala's attractions, they

were not at all of a nature to be serviceable to such a family as hers. To have her own girls outshone, to be

made to feel that the poor orphan was the one person most worthy of note among them, to be subjected to the

caprices of a pretty, proud, illconditioned minx thus it was that Aunt Emmeline was taught to regard her

own charity and goodnature towards her niece. There was, she said, no gratitude in Ayala. Had she said that

there was no humility she would have been more nearly right. She was entitled, she thought, to expect both

gratitude and humility, and she was sorry that she had opened the Paradise of her opulent home to one so

little grateful and so little humble as Ayala. She saw now her want of judgment in that she had not taken

Tom, who was not a fool, in spite of his trinkets, saw the state of the case, and took Ayala's part at once. "I

think you are quite right,"he said to her, on the first occasion on which he had contrived to find himself alone

"In not giving up to Augusta. She was always like that when she was a child, and now her head is turned

"I shouldn't grudge her her lover if she would only let me alone." "I don't suppose she hurts you much?"

"She sets my aunt against me, and that makes me unhappy. Of course I am wretched."

"How is one to help it? I never said an illnatured word to her, and now I am so lonely among them!" In

saying this in seeking to get one word of sympathy from her cousin, she forgot for a moment his

disagreeable pretensions. But, no sooner had she spoken of her loneliness, than she saw that ogle in his eye of

which she had spoken with so much ludicrous awe in her letters from Glenbogie to her sister.

"But I shall. I am not going to see you put upon. You are more to me, Ayala, than any of them." Then he

But she could not always run away, nor could she always refuse when he asked her to go with him about the

showplaces of the city. To avoid starting alone with him was within her power; but she found herself

compelled to join herself to Gertrude and her brother in some of those little excursions which were taken for

her benefit. At this time there had come to be a direct quarrel between Lady Tringle and the Marchesa, which,

however, had arisen altogether on the part of Augusta. Augusta had forced her mother to declare that she was

insulted, and then there was no more visiting between them. This had been sad enough for Ayala, who had

struck up an intimacy with the Marchesa's daughters. But the Marchesa had explained to her that there was no

help for it. "It won't do for you to separate yourself from your aunt," she had said. "Of course we shall be

friends, and at some future time you shall come and see us." So there had been a division, and Ayala would

Within the walls and arches and upraised terraces of the Coliseum they were joined one day by young Hamel,

the sculptor, who had not, as yet, gone back to London and had not, as yet, met Lucy in the gardens at

Kensington; and with him there had been one Frank Houston, who had made acquaintance with Lady Tringle,

and with the Tringles generally, since they had been at Rome. Frank Houston was a young man of family,

with a taste for art, very goodlooking, but not specially well off in regard to income. He had heard of the

good fortune of Septimus Traffick in having prepared for himself a connection with so wealthy a family as

the Tringles, and had thought it possible that a settlement in life might be comfortable for himself. What few

softwords he had hitherto been able to say to Gertrude had been taken in good part, and when, therefore, they

met among the walls of the Coliseum, she had naturally straggled away to see some special wonder which he

had a special aptitude for showing. Hamel remained with Ayala and Tom, talking of the old days at the bijou,

till he found himself obliged to leave them. Then Tom had his opportunity. "Ayala," he said, "all this must be

"I wish you wouldn't, Tom. I don't want to be anything to anybody in particular."

"What I mean is, that I won't have them sit upon you. They treat you as as well, as though you had

"Why not? I'm in earnest. Why ain't I to speak as I think? Oh, Ayala, if you knew how much I think of you."

"But I don't want it, Tom, and I won't have it." He had carried her away now to the end of the terrace, or

ruined tier of seats, on which they were walking, and had got her so hemmed into a corner that she could not

get away from him. She was afraid of him, lest he should put out his hand to take hold of her lest

something even more might be attempted. And yet his manner was manly and sincere, and had it not been for

his pins and his chains she could not but have acknowledged his goodness to her, much as she might have

disliked his person. "I want to get out," she said. "I won't stay here any more. Mr Traffick, on the top of St

"Don't you believe me when I tell you that I love you better than anybody?" pleaded Tom.

"I don't want to believe anything. I want to get out. If you go on, I'll tell my aunt."

Tell her aunt! There was a want of personal consideration to himself in this way of receiving his addresses

which almost angered him. Tom Tringle was not in the least afraid of his mother was not even afraid of

his father as long as he was fairly regular at the office in Lombard Street. He was quite determined to please

himself in marriage, and was disposed to think that his father and mother would like him to be settled. Money

was no object. There was, to his thinking, no good reason why he should not marry his cousin. For her the

match was so excellent that he hardly expected she would reject him when she could be made to understand

that he was really in earnest. "You may tell all the world," lie said proudly. "All I want is that you should love

"I don't know how to say a nice word. Can't you be made to understand that I don't like it?"

"Ayala give me one kiss." Then Ayala did go away, escaping by some kidlike manoeuvre among

the ruins, and running quickly, while he followed her, joined herself to the other pair of lovers, who probably

were less in want of her society than she of theirs. "Ayala, I am quite in earnest," said Tom, as they were

Ayala thought that there was nothing for it but to tell her aunt. That there would be some absurdity in such a

proceeding she did feel that she would be acting as though her cousin were a naughty boy who was

merely teasing her. But she felt also the peculiar danger of her own position. Her aunt must be made to

understand that she, Ayala, was innocent in the matter. It would be terrible to her to be suspected even for a

moment of a desire to inveigle the heir. That Augusta would bring such an accusation against her she thought

probable. Augusta had said as much even at Glenbogie. She must therefore be on the alert, and let it be

understood at once that she was not leagued with her cousin Tom. There would be an absurdity but that

She thought about it all that afternoon, and in the evening she came to a resolution. She would write a letter

to her cousin and persuade him if possible to desist. If he should again annoy her after that she would appeal

You don't know how unhappy you made me at the Coliseum today. I don't think you ought to turn against me

when you know what I have to bear. It is turning against me to talk as you did. Of course it means nothing;

but you shouldn't do it. It never never could mean anything. I hope you will be goodnatured and kind to me,

and then I shall be so much obliged to you. If you won't say anything more like that I will forget it altogether.

The letter ought to have convinced him. Those two underscored nevers should have eradicated from his mind

the feeling which had been previously produced by the assertion that he had "meant nothing". But he was so

assured in his own meanings that he paid no attention whatever to the nevers. The letter was a delight to him

because it gave him the opportunity of a rejoinder and he wrote his rejoinder on a scented sheet of

Why do you say that it means nothing? It means everything. No man was ever more in earnest in speaking to

a lady than I am with you. Why should I not be in earnest when I am so deeply in love? From the first

moment in which I saw you down at Glenbogie I knew how it was going to be with me.

As for my mother I don't think she would say a word. Why should she? But I am not the sort of man to be

talked out of my intentions in such a matter as this. I have set my heart upon having you and nothing will

Dearest Ayala, let me have one look to say that you will love me, and I shall be the happiest man in England.

I think you so beautiful! I do, indeed. The governor has always said that if I would settle down and marry

there should be lots of money. What could I do better with it than make my darling look as grand as the best

It almost touched her not in the way of love but of gratitude. He was still to her like Bottom with the ass's

head, or the Newfoundland dog gambolling out of the water. There was the heavy face, and there were the

big chains and the odious rings, and the great hands and the clumsy feet making together a creature whom

it was impossible even to think of with love. She shuddered as she remembered the proposition which had

And now by writing to him she had brought down upon herself this absolute loveletter. She had thought that

by appealing to him as "Dear Tom," and by signing herself his affectionate cousin, she might have prevailed.

If he could only be made to understand that it could never mean anything! But now, on the other hand, she

had begun to understand that it did mean a great deal. He had sent to her a regular offer of marriage! The

magnitude of the thing struck her at last. The heir of all the wealth of her mighty uncle wanted to make her

But it was to her exactly as though the heir had come to her wearing an ass's head on his shoulders. Love

him! Marry him! or even touch him? Oh, no. They might illuse her; they might scold her,; they might turn

her out of the house; but no consideration would induce her to think of Tom Tringle as a lover.

And yet he was in earnest, and honest, and good. And some answer some further communication must be

made to him. She did recognise some nobility in him, though personally he was so distasteful to her. Now his

appeal to her had taken the guise of an absolute offer of marriage he was entitled to a discreet and civil

answer. Romantic, dreamy, poetic, childish as she was, she knew as much as that. "Go away, Tom, you fool,

you," would no longer do for the occasion. As she thought of it all that night it was borne in upon her more

strongly than ever that her only protection would be in telling her aunt, and in getting her aunt to make Tom

understand that there must be no more of it. Early on the following morning she found herself in her aunt's

"Aunt Emmeline, I want you to read this letter." So it was that Ayala commenced the interview. At this

moment Ayala was not on much better terms with her aunt than she was with her cousin Augusta. Ayala was

a trouble to her Lady Tringle who was altogether perplexed with the feeling that she had burdened

herself with an inmate in her house who was distasteful to her and of whom she could not rid herself. Ayala

had turned out on her hands something altogether different from the girl she had intended to cherish and

patronise. Ayala was independent; superior rather than inferior to her own girls; more thought of by others;

apparently without any touch of that subservience which should have been produced in her by her position.

Ayala seemed to demand as much as though she were a daughter of the house, and at the same time to carry

herself as though she were more gifted than the daughters of the house. She was less obedient even than a

daughter. All this Aunt Emmeline could not endure with a placid bosom. She was herself kind of heart. She

acknowledged her duty to her dead sister. She wished to protect and foster the orphan. She did not even yet

wish to punish Ayala by utter desertion. She would protect her in opposition to Augusta's more declared

She took her son's letter and read it, and as a matter of course misunderstood the position. At Glenbogie

something had been whispered to her about Tom and Ayala, but she had not believed much in it. Ayala was a

child, and Tom was to her not much more than a boy. But now here was a genuine loveletter a letter in

which her son had made a distinct proposition to marry the orphan. She did not stop to consider why Ayala

had brought the letter to her, but entertained at once an idea that the two young people were going to vex her

very soul by a lamentable love affair. How imprudent she had been to let the two young people be together in

Rome, seeing that the matter had been whispered to her at Glenbogie! "How long has this been going on?"

she asked, severely. "He used to tease me at Glenbogie, and now he is doing it again," said Ayala.

"There must certainly be put an end to it. You must go away." Ayala knew at once that her aunt was angry

with her, and was indignant at the injustice. "Of course there must be put an end to it, Aunt Emmeline. He has

This was too cruel to be borne! Encouraged him! Ayala's anger was caused not so much by a feeling that her

aunt had misappreciated the cause of her coming as that it should have been thought possible that she should

have "encouraged" such a lover. It was the outrage to her taste rather than to her conduct which afflicted her.

"He is a lout," she said; "a stupid lout!" thus casting her scorn upon the mother as well as on the son, and,

"And you are very unjust. Because I want to put a stop to it I come to you, and you tell me that I encourage

This was too much for the good nature even of Aunt Emmeline. Whatever may have been the truth as to the

love affair, however innocent Ayala may have been in that matter, or however guilty Tom, such words from a

niece to her aunt from a dependent to her superior were unpardonable. The extreme youthfulness of

the girl, a peculiar look of childhood which she still had with her, made the feeling so much the stronger.

And this was said to her who was specially conscious of her endeavours to mitigate Augusta's just anger. She

bridled up, and tried to look big and knit her brows. At that moment she could not think what must be the end

of it, but she felt that Ayala must be crushed. "How dare you speak to me like that, Miss?" she said.

"So you are. It is very cruel. Tom will go on saying all this nonsense to me, and when I come to you you say I

encourage him! I never encouraged him. I despise him too much. I did not think my own aunt could have told

me that I encouraged any man. No, I didn't. You drive me to it, so that I have got to be impertinent." "You

had better go to your room," said the aunt. Then Ayala, lifting her head as high as she knew how, walked

towards the door. "You had better leave that letter with me." Ayala considered the matter for a moment, and

then handed the letter a second time to her aunt. It could be nothing to her who saw the letter. She did not

want it. Having thus given it up she stalked off in silent disdain and went to her chamber.

Aunt Emmeline, when she was left alone, felt herself to be enveloped in a cloud of doubt. The desirableness

of Tom as a husband first forced itself upon her attention, and the undesirableness of Ayala as a wife for

Tom. She was perplexed at her own folly in not having seen that danger of this kind would arise when she

first proposed to take Ayala into the house. Aunts and uncles do not like the marriage of cousins, and the

parents of rich children do not, as a rule, approve of marriages with those which are poor. Although Ayala

had been so violent, Lady Tringle could not rid herself of the idea that her darling boy was going to throw

himself away. Then her cheeks became red with anger as she remembered that her Tom had been called a

lout a stupid lout. There was an ingratitude in the use of such language which was not alleviated even by

the remembrance that it tended against that matrimonial danger of which she was so much afraid. Ayala was

behaving very badly. She ought not to have coaxed Tom to be her lover, and she certainly ought not to have

called Tom a lout. And then Ayala had told her aunt that she was unjust and worse than Augusta! It was out

of the question that such a state of things should be endured. Ayala must be made to go away.

Before the day was over Lady Tringle spoke to her son, and was astonished to find that the "lout" was quite

in earnest so much in earnest that he declared his purpose of marrying his cousin in opposition to his

father and mother, in opposition even to Ayala herself. He was so much in earnest that he would not be

roused to wrath even when he was told that Ayala had called him a lout. And then grew upon the mother a

feeling that the young man had never been so little loutish before. For there had been, even in her maternal

bosom, a feeling that Tom was open to the criticism expressed on him. Tom had been a hobble de hoy, one of

those overgrown lads who come late to their manhood, and who are regarded by young ladies as louts.

Though he had spent his money only too freely when away, his sisters had sometimes said that he could not

say "bo to a goose" at home. But now now Tom was quite an altered young man. When his own letter was

shown to him he simply said that he meant to stick to it. When it was represented to him that his cousin

would be quite an unfit wife for him he assured his mother that his own opinion on that matter was very

different. When his father's anger was threatened he declared that his father would have no right to be angry

with him if he married a lady. At the word "lout" he simply smiled. "She'll come to think different from that

before she's done with me," he said, with a smile. Even the mother could not but perceive that the young man

But what was she to do? Two or three days went on, during which there was no reconciliation between her

and Ayala. Between Augusta and Ayala no word was spoken. Messages were taken to her by Gertrude, the

object of which was to induce her to ask her aunt's pardon. But Ayala was of opinion that her aunt ought to

ask her pardon, and could not be beaten from it. "Why did she say that I encouraged him?" she demanded

indignantly of Gertrude. "I don't think she did encourage him," said Gertrude to her mother. This might

possibly be true, but not the less had she misbehaved. And though she might not yet have encouraged her

lover it was only too probable that she might do so when she found that her lover was quite in earnest.

Lady Tringle was much harassed. And then there came an additional trouble. Gertrude informed her mother

that she had engaged herself to Mr Francis Houston, and that Mr Houston was going to write to her father

with the object of proposing himself as a soninlaw. Mr Houston came also to herself and told her, in the

most natural tone in the world, that he intended to marry her daughter. She had not known what to say. It was

Sir Thomas who managed all matters of money. She had an idea that Mr Houston was very poor. But then so

also had been Mr Traffick, who had been received into the family with open arms. But then Mr Traffick had a

career, whereas Mr Houston was lamentably idle. She could only refer Mr Houston to Sir Thomas, and beg

him not to come among them any more till Sir Thomas had decided. Upon this Gertrude also got angry, and

shut herself up in her room. The apartments Ruperti were, therefore, upon the whole, an uncomfortable home

to them. Letters upon letters were written to Sir Thomas, and letters upon letters came. The first letter had

been about Ayala. He had been much more tender towards Ayala than her aunt had been. He talked of

calflove, and said that Tom was a fool; but he had not at once thought it necessary to give imperative orders

for Tom's return. As to Ayala's impudence, he evidently regarded it as nothing. It was not till Aunt Emmeline

had spoken out in her third letter that he seemed to recognise the possibility of getting rid of Ayala altogether.

And this he did in answer to a suggestion which had been made to him. "If she likes to change with her sister

Lucy, and you like it, I shall not object," said Sir Thomas. Then there came an order to Tom that he should

return to Lombard Street at once; but this order had been rendered abortive by the sudden return of the whole

family. Sir Thomas, in his first letter as to Gertrude, had declared that the Houston marriage would not do at

all. Then, when he was told that Gertrude and Mr Houston had certainly met each other more than once since

an order had been given for their separation, he desired the whole family to come back at once to Merle Park.

The proposition as to Lucy had arisen in this wise. Tom being in the same house with Ayala, of course had

her very much at advantage, and would carry on his suit in spite of any abuse which she might lavish upon

him. It was quite in vain that she called him lout. "You'll think very different from that some of these days,

"I don't want you to love me," she said; "and if you were anything that is good you wouldn't go on after I

have told you so often. It is not manly of you. You have brought me to all manner of trouble. It is your fault,

After that Ayala again went to her aunt, and on this occasion the family misfortune was discussed in more

seemly language. Ayala was still indignant, but she said nothing insolent. Aunt Emmeline was still averse to

her niece, but she abstained from crimination. They knew each as enemies, but recognised the wisdom of

keeping the peace. "As for that, Aunt Emmeline," Ayala said, "you may be quite sure that I shall never

"Very well. Then we need say no more about that, my dear. Of course, it must be unpleasant to us all, being

"It is very unpleasant to me, when he will go on bothering me like that. It makes me wish that I were

Then Aunt Emmeline began to think about it very seriously. It was very unpleasant. Ayala had made herself

disagreeable to all the ladies of the family, and only too agreeable to the young gentleman. Nor did the

manifest favour of Sir Thomas do much towards raising Ayala in Lady Tringle's estimation. Sir Thomas had

only laughed when Augusta had been requested to go upstairs for the scrapbook. Sir Thomas had been

profuse with his presents even when Ayala had been most persistent in her misbehaviour. And then all that

affair of the Marchesa, and even Mr Traffick's infatuation! If Ayala wished that she were somewhere else

would it not be well to indulge her wish! Aunt Emmeline certainly wished it. "If you think so, perhaps some

"You see, Ayala, that unfortunately we have not all of us hit it on nicely; have we?"

"Not at all, Aunt Emmeline. Augusta is always angry with me. And you you think that I have encouraged

"But what arrangement is it, Aunt Emmeline?" The matter was one of fearful import to Ayala. She was

prudent enough to understand that well. The arrangement must be one by which she would be banished from

all the wealth of the Tringles. Her coming among them had not been a success. She had already made them

tired of her by her petulance and independence. Young as she was she could see that, and comprehend the

material injury she had done herself by her folly. She had been very wrong in telling Augusta to go upstairs.

She had been wrong in the triumph of her exclusive visits to the Marchesa. She had been wrong in walking

away with Mr Traffick on the Pincian. She could see that. She had not been wrong in regard to Tom

except in calling him a lout; but whether wrong or right she had been most unfortunate. But the thing had

At this moment the wealth of the Tringles seemed to be more to her than it had ever been before and her

own poverty and destitution seemed to be more absolute. When the word "arrangement" was whispered to her

there came upon her a clear idea of all that which she was to lose. She was to be banished from Merle Park,

from Queen's Gate, and from Glenbogie. For her there were to be no more carriages, and horses, and pretty

trinkets none of that abandon of the luxury of money among which the Tringles lived. But she had done it

for herself, and she would not say a word in opposition to the fate which was before her. "What arrangement,

aunt?" she said again, in a voice which was intended to welcome any arrangement that might be made.

Then her aunt spoke very softly. "Of course, dear Ayala, we do not wish to do less than we at first intended.

But as you are not happy here " Then she paused, almost ashamed of herself. "I am not happy here," said

The idea which had been present to Lady Tringle for some weeks past had never struck Ayala. The moment

she heard it she felt that she was more than ever bound to assent. If the home from which she was to be

banished was good, then would that good fall upon Lucy. Lucy would have the carriages and the horses and

the trinkets, Lucy, who certainly was not happy at Kingsbury Crescent. "I should be very glad, indeed," said

Her voice was so brave and decided that, in itself, it gave fresh offence to her aunt. Was there to be no regret

after so much generosity? But she misunderstood the girl altogether. As the words were coming from her lips

"I should be very glad, indeed," Ayala's heart was sinking with tenderness as she remembered how

much after all had been done for her. But as they wished her to go there should be not a word, not a sign of

"I don't know what Uncle Dosett may say. Perhaps they are very fond of Lucy now."

"At any rate, I won't. If you, and my uncles, and Aunt Margaret, will consent, I will go whenever you choose.

Aunt Emmeline made a faint demur to this; but still the matter was held to be arranged. Letters were written

to Sir Thomas, and letters came, and at last even Sir Thomas had assented. He suggested, in the first place,

that all the facts which would follow the exchange should be explained to Ayala; but he was obliged after a

while to acknowledge that this would be inexpedient. The girl was willing; and knew no doubt that she was to

give up the great wealth of her present home. But she had proved herself to be an unfit participator, and it was

Then the departure of them all from Rome was hurried on by the indiscretion of Gertrude. Gertrude declared

that she had a right to her lover. As to his having no income, what matter for that. Everyone knew that

Septimus Traffick had no income. Papa had income enough for them all. Mr Houston was a gentleman. Till

this moment no one had known of how strong a will of her own Gertrude was possessed. When Gertrude

declared that she would not consent to be separated from Mr Houston then they were all hurried home.

Such was the state of things when Mr Dosett brought the three letters home with him to Kingsbury Crescent,

having been so much disturbed by the contents of the two which were addressed to himself as to have found

himself compelled to leave his office two hours before the proper time. The three letters were handed

together by her uncle to Lucy, and she, seeing the importance of the occasion, read the two open ones before

she broke the envelope of her own. That from Sir Thomas came first, and was as follows

I have had a correspondence with the ladies at Rome which has been painful in its nature, but which I had

better perhaps communicate to you at once. Ayala has not got on as well with Lady Tringle and the girls as

might have been wished, and they all think it will be better that she and Lucy should change places. I chiefly

write to give my assent. Your sister will no doubt write to you. I may as well mention to you, should you

consent to take charge of Ayala, that I have made some provision for her in my will, and that I shall not

change it. I have to add on my own account that I have no complaint of my own to make against Ayala.

Lucy, when she had read this, proceeded at once to the letter from her aunt. The matter to her was one of

terrible importance, but the importance was quite as great to Ayala. She had been allowed to go up alone into

her own room. The letters were of such a nature that she could hardly have read them calmly in the presence

I am sure you will be sorry to hear that we are in great trouble here. This has become so bad that we are

obliged to apply to you to help us. Now you must understand that I do not mean to say a word against dear

Ayala only she does not suit. It will occur sometimes that people who are most attached to each other do

not suit. So it has been with dear Ayala. She is not happy with us. She has not perhaps accommodated herself

to her cousins quite as carefully as she might have done. She is fully as sensible of this as I am, and is,

Now, my dear Reginald, I am quite aware that when poor Egbert died it was I who chose Ayala, and that you

took Lucy partly in compliance with my wishes. Now I write to suggest that there should be a change. I am

sure you will give me credit for a desire to do the best I can for both the poor dear girls. I did think that this

might be best done by letting Ayala come to us. I now think that Lucy would do better with her cousins, and

that Ayala would be more attractive without the young people around her. When I see you I will tell you

everything. There has been no great fault. She has spoken a word or two to me which had been better unsaid,

but I am well convinced that it has come from hot temper and not from a bad heart. Perhaps I had better tell

you the truth. Tom has admired her. She has behaved very well; but she could not bear to be spoken to, and

so there have been unpleasantnesses. And the girls certainly have not got on well together. Sir Thomas quite

I will not write to dear Lucy herself because you and Margaret can explain it all so much better if you will

consent to our plan. Ayala also will write to her sister. But pray tell her from me that I will love her very

dearly if she will come to me. And indeed I have loved Ayala almost as though she were my own, only we

have not been quite able to hit it off together. Of course neither has Sir Thomas nor have I any idea of

escaping from a responsibility. I should be quite unhappy if I did not have one of poor dear Egbert's girls with

me. Only I do think that Lucy would be the best for us; and Ayala thinks so too. I should be quite unhappy if

We shall be in England almost as soon as this letter, and I should be so glad if this could be decided at once.

If a thing like this is to be done it is so much better for all parties that it should be done quickly. Pray give my

best love to Margaret, and tell her that Ayala shall bring everything with her that she wants.

The letter, though it was much longer than her uncle's, going into details, such as that of Tom's unfortunate

passion for his cousin, had less effect upon Lucy, as it did not speak with so much authority as that from Sir

Thomas. What Sir Thomas said would surely be done; whereas Aunt Emmeline was only a woman, and her

letter, unsupported, might not have carried conviction. But, if Sir Thomas wished it, surely it must be done.

Oh, I have such things to write to you! Aunt Emmeline has told it all to Uncle Reginald. You are to come and

be the princess, and I am to go and be the milkmaid at home. I am quite content that it should be so because I

know that it will be the best. You ought to be a princess and I ought to be a milkmaid.

It has been coming almost ever since the first day that I came among them since I told Augusta to go

upstairs for the scrapbook. I felt from the very moment in which the words were uttered that I had gone and

done for myself. But I am not a bit sorry, as you will come in my place. Augusta will very soon be gone now,

and Aunt Emmeline is not bad at all if you will only not contradict her. I always contradicted her, and I know

that I have been a fool. But I am not a bit sorry, as you are to come instead of me.

But it is not only about Augusta and Aunt Emmeline. There has been that oaf Tom. Poor Tom! I do believe

that he is the most goodnatured fellow alive. And if he had not so many chains I should not dislike him so

very much. But he will go on saying horrible things to me. And then he wrote me a letter! Oh dear! I took the

letter to Aunt Emmeline, and that made the quarrel. She said that I had encouraged him! Oh, Lucy, if you

will think of that! I was so angry that I said ever so much to her till she sent me out of the room. She had

no business to say that I encouraged him. It was shameful! But she has never forgiven me, because I scolded

her. So they have decided among them that I am to be sent away, and that you are to come in my place.

My own darling Lucy, it will be ever so much better. I know that you are not happy in Kingsbury Crescent,

and that I shall bear it very much better. I can sit still and mend sheets. [Poor Ayala, how little she knew

herself!] And you will make a beautiful grand lady, quiescent and dignified as a grand lady ought to be. At

any rate it would be impossible that I should remain here. Tom is bad enough, but to be told that I encourage

I shall see you very soon, but I cannot help writing and telling it to you all. Give my love to Aunt Dosett. If

she will consent to receive me I will endeavour to be good to her. In the meantime goodbye.

When Lucy had completed the reading of the letters she sat for a considerable time wrapped in thought. There

was, in truth, very much that required thinking. It was proposed that the whole tenor of her life should be

changed, and changed in a direction which would certainly suit her taste. She had acknowledged to herself

that she had hated the comparative poverty of her Uncle Dosett's life, hating herself in that she was compelled

to make such acknowledgment. But there had been more than the poverty which had been distasteful to her

a something which she had been able to tell herself that she might be justified in hating without shame.

There had been to her an absence of intellectual charm in the habits and manners of Kingsbury Crescent

which she had regarded as unfortunate and depressing. There had been no thought of art delights. No one

read poetry. No one heard music. No one looked at pictures. A sheet to be darned was the one thing of

greatest importance. The due development of a leg of mutton, the stretching of a pound of butter, the best

way of repressing the washerwoman's bills these had been the matters of interest. And they had not been

made the less irritating to her by her aunt's extreme goodness in the matter. The leg of mutton was to be

developed in the absence of her uncle if possible without his knowledge. He was to have his run of clean

linen. Lucy did not grudge him anything, but was sickened by that partnership in economy which was

established between her and her aunt. Undoubtedly from time to time she had thought of the luxuries which

had been thrown in Ayala's way. There had been a regret not that Ayala should have them but that she

should have missed them. Money she declared that she despised but the easy luxury of the bijou was

Now it was suggested to her suddenly that she was to exchange the poverty for the luxury, and to return to a

mode of life in which her mind might be devoted to things of beauty. The very scenery of Glenbogie what

a charm it would have for her! Judging from her uncle's manner, as well as she could during that moment in

which he handed to her the letter, she imagined that he intended to make no great objection. Her aunt disliked

her. She was sure that her aunt disliked her in spite of the partnership. Only that there was one other view of

the case how happy might the transfer be. Her uncle was always gentle to her, but there could hardly as

yet have grown up any strong affection for her. To him she was grateful, but she could not tell herself that to

Ayala! How would it be with Ayala! Would Ayala like the partnership and the economies? Would Ayala be

cheerful as she sat opposite to her aunt for four hours at a time! Ayala had said that she could sit still and

mend sheets, but was it not manifest enough that Ayala knew nothing of the life of which she was speaking?

And would she, Lucy, be able to enjoy the glories of Glenbogie while she thought that Ayala was eating out

her heart in the sad companionship of Kingsbury Crescent? For above an hour she sat and thought; but of one

aspect which the affair bore she did not think. She did not reflect that she and Ayala were in the hands of

At last there came a knock at the door, and her aunt entered. She would sooner that it should have been her

uncle: but there was no choice but that the matter should be now discussed with the woman whom she did not

love this matter that was so dreadful to herself in all its bearings, and so dreadful to one for whom she

would willingly sacrifice herself if it were possible! She did not know what she could say to create sympathy

with Aunt Dosett. "Lucy," said Aunt Dosett, "this is a very serious proposal." "Very serious," said Lucy,

"I have not read the letters, but your uncle has told me about it." Then Lucy handed her the two letters,

keeping that from Ayala to herself, and she sat perfectly still while her aunt read them both slowly. "Your

"Aunt Emmeline is very goodnatured, and perhaps she will change her mind if we tell her that we wish it."

"I am sure my uncle will give way if Aunt Emmeline will ask him. He says he has no complaint to make

against Ayala. I think it is Augusta, and Augusta will be married, and will go away very soon."

Then there came a change, a visible change, over the countenance of Aunt Dosett, and a softening of the

voice so that she looked and spoke as Lucy had not seen or heard her before. There are people apparently

so hard, so ungenial, so unsympathetic, that they who only half know them expect no trait of tenderness,

think that features so little alluring cannot be compatible with softness. Lucy had acknowledged her Aunt

Dosett to be good, but believed her to be incapable of being touched. But a word or two had now conquered

her. The girl did not want to leave her did not seize the first opportunity of running from her poverty to

the splendour of the Tringles! "But, Lucy," she said, and came and placed herself nearer to Lucy on the bed.

"You have been kind, and I have been ungrateful. I know it. But I will do better now, Aunt Dosett. I will stay,

"No! Who are they that I should be made to come and go at their bidding? They cannot make me leave you."

"But they can rid themselves of Ayala. You see what your uncle says about money for Ayala."

"Money is a thing which none of us can afford to hate. Do you think it will not be much to your Uncle

Reginald to know that you are both provided for? Already he is wretched because there will be nothing to

come to you. If you go to your Aunt Emmeline, Sir Thomas will do for you as he has done for Ayala. Dear

Lucy, it is not that I want to send you away." Then for the first time Lucy put her arm round her aunt's neck.

"But it had better be as is proposed, if your aunt still wishes it, when she comes home. I and your Uncle

Reginald would not do right were we to allow you to throw away the prospects that are offered you. It is

natural that Lady Tringle should be anxious about her son." "She need not, in the least," said Lucy,

"Because he is Fortune's favourite, and she is not. It is no good kicking against the pricks, my dear. He is his

"But Ayala does not want him. Ayala despises him. It is too hard that she is to lose everything because a

young man like that will go on making himself disagreeable. They have no right to do it after having

"However it might have been arranged at first, it ought to remain now. Even though Ayala and I are only

girls, we ought not to be changed about as though we were horses. If she had done anything wrong but

"Because her aunt told her that she had encouraged this man. What would you have a girl say when she is

falsely accused like that? Would you say it to me merely because some horrid man would come and speak to

me?" Then there came a slight pang of conscience as she remembered Isadore Hamel in Kensington Gardens.

If the men were not thought to be horrid, then perhaps the speaking might be a sin worthy of most severe

There was nothing more said about it that night, nor till the following afternoon, when Mr Dosett returned

home at the usual hour from his office. Then Lucy was closeted with him for a quarter of an hour in the

drawingroom. He had been into the City and seen Sir Thomas. Sir Thomas had been of opinion that it would

be much better that Lady Tringle's wishes should be obeyed. It was quite true that he himself had no

complaint to make against Ayala, but he did think that Ayala had been pert; and, though it might be true that

Ayala had not encouraged Tom, there was no knowing what might grow out of such a propensity on Tom's

part. And then it could not be pleasant to Lady Tringle or to himself that their son should be banished out of

their house. When something was hinted as to the injustice of this, Sir Thomas endeavoured to put all that

right by declaring that, if Lady Tringle's wishes could be attended to in this matter, provision would be made

for the two girls. He certainly would not strike Ayala's name out of his will, and as certainly would not take

Lucy under his wing as his own child without making some provision for her. Looking at the matter in this

light he did not think that Mr Dosett would be justified in robbing Lucy of the advantages which were offered

to her. With this view Mr Dosett found himself compelled to agree, and with these arguments he declared to

Lucy that it was her duty to submit herself to the proposed exchange. Early in February all the Tringle family

were in Queen's Gate, and Lucy on her first visit to the house found that everyone, including Ayala, looked

upon the thing as settled. Ayala, who under these circumstances was living on affectionate terms with all the

Tringles, except Tom, was quite radiant. "I suppose I had better go tomorrow, aunt?" she said, as though it

"And the horses must be put up, because Lucy and I must change all our things in the drawers." Lucy at the

time was sitting in the drawingroom, and Augusta, with most affectionate confidence, was singing to her all

the praises of Mr Traffick. In this way it was settled, and the change, so greatly affecting the fortunes of our

Till the last moment for going Ayala seemed to be childish, triumphant, and indifferent. But, till that last

moment, she was never alone with Lucy. It was the presence of her aunt and cousins which sustained her in

her hardihood. Tom was never there or so rarely as not to affect her greatly. In London he had his own

lodgings, and was not encouraged to appear frequently till Ayala should have gone. But Aunt Emmeline and

Gertrude were perseveringly gracious, and even Augusta had somewhat relaxed from her wrath. With them

Ayala was always goodhumoured, but always brave. She affected to rejoice at the change which was to be

made. She spoke of Lucy's coming and of her own going as an unmixed blessing. This she did so effectually

as to make Aunt Emmeline declare to Sir Thomas, with tears in her eyes, that the girl was heartless. But

when, at the moment of parting, the two girls were together, then Ayala broke down.

They were in the room, together, which one had occupied and the other was to occupy, and their boxes were

still upon the floor. Though less than six months had passed since Ayala had come among the rich things and

Lucy had been among the poor, Ayala's belongings had become much more important than her sister's.

Though the Tringles had been unpleasant they had been generous. Lucy was sitting upon the bed, while

Ayala was now moving about the room restlessly, now clinging to her sister, and now sobbing almost in

despair. "Of course I know," she said. "What is the use of telling stories about it any longer?"

"It is not too late yet, Ayala. If we both go to Uncle Tom he will let us change it."

"Why should it be changed? If I could change it by lifting up my little finger I could not do it. Why should it

not be you as well as me? They have tried me, and as Aunt Emmeline says I have not suited."

"No, I dare say not. It is I that am bad. It is bad to like pretty things and money, and to hate poor things. Or,

rather, I do not believe it is bad at all, because it is so natural. I believe it is all a lie as to its being wicked to

"Do not you? Don't let us be hypocritical, Lucy, now at the last moment. Did you like the way in which they

Lucy paused before she answered. "I like it better than I did," she said. "At any rate, I would willingly go

"And for your sake I would rather die than stay. But what is the good of talking about it, Lucy? You and I

have no voice in it, though it is all about ourselves. As you say, we are like two tame birds, who have to be

moved from one cage into another just as the owner pleases. We belong either to Uncle Tom or Uncle Dosett,

"How can I help it, if I am wicked? What am I to do when I get there? What am I to say to them? How am I

"I meant to do so, but I didn't. They are two worlds, miles asunder. Lucy, will they let Isadore Hamel come

Lucy remembered that she had given her friend her address at Queen's Gate, and felt that she would seem to

have done it as though she had known that she was about to be transferred to the other uncle's house. "It will

"Oh, I have such a dream such a castle in the air! If I could think it might ever be so, then I should not

"There might be. And, if you and he would let me have any corner for myself, then I should be happy. Then I

"How can I talk about it, Ayala? There isn't such a thing. But yet but yet; oh, Ayala, do you not know that

"No not better than anything second best. He would be best. I do so hope that he may be 'he'. Come

in." There was a knock at the door, and Aunt Emmeline, herself, entered the room.

"Now, my dears, the horses are standing there, and the men are coming up for the luggage. Ayala, I hope we

shall see you very often. And remember that, as regards anything that is unpleasant, bygones shall be

bygones." Then there was a crowd of farewell kisses, and in a few minutes Ayala was alone in the carriage on

The thing had been done so quickly that hitherto there had hardly been time for tears. To Ayala herself the

most remarkable matter in the whole affair had been Tom's persistence. He had, at last, been allowed to bring

them home from Rome, there having been no other gentleman whose services were available for the

occasion. He had been watched on the journey very closely, and had had no slant in his favour, as the young

lady to whom he was devoted was quite as anxious to keep out of his way as had been the others of the party

to separate them. But he had made occasion, more than once, sufficient to express his intention. "I don't mean

to give you up, you know," he had said to her. "When I say a thing I mean it. I am not going to be put off by

my mother. And as for the governor he would not say a word against it if he thought we were both in

"So am I. That's all I've got to say just at present." From this there grew up within her mind a certain respect

for the "lout", which, however, made him more disagreeable to her than he might have been had he been less

It was late in the afternoon, not much before dinner, when Ayala reached the house in Kingsbury Crescent.

Hitherto she had known almost nothing of her Aunt Dosett, and had never been intimate even with her uncle.

They, of course, had heard much of her, and had been led to suppose that she was much less tractable than the

simple Lucy. This feeling had been so strong that Mr Dosett himself would hardly have been led to sanction

the change had it not been for that promise from Sir Thomas that he would not withdraw the provision he had

made for Ayala, and would do as much for Lucy if Lucy should become an inmate of his family. Mrs Dosett

had certainly been glad to welcome any change, when a change was proposed to her. There had grown up

something of affection at the last moment, but up to that time she had certainly disliked her niece. Lucy had

appeared to her to be at first idle and then sullen. The girl had seemed to affect a higher nature than her own,

and had been wilfully indifferent to the little things which had given to her life whatever interest it possessed.

Lucy's silence had been a reproach to her, though she herself had been able to do so little to abolish the

But they were both afraid of Ayala as they had not been afraid of Lucy before her arrival. They made

more of preparation for her in their own minds, and, as to their own conduct, Mr Dosett was there himself to

receive her, and was conscious in doing so that there had been something of failure in their intercourse with

Lucy. Lucy had been allowed to come in without preparation, with an expectation that she would fall easily

into her place, and there had been failure. There had been no regular consultation as to this new coming, but

Lady Tringle and Mr Dosett had always been Aunt Emmeline and Uncle Reginald, by reason of the nearness

of their relationship. Circumstances of closer intercourse had caused Sir Thomas to be Uncle Tom. But Mrs

Dosett had never become more than Aunt Dosett to either of the girls. This in itself had been matter almost of

soreness to her, and she had intended to ask Lucy to adopt the more endearing form of her Christian name;

but there had been so little endearment between them that the moment for doing so had never come. She was

thinking of all this up in her own room, preparatory to the reception of this other girl, while Mr Dosett was

Ayala had been dissolved in tears during the drive round by Kensington to Bayswater, and was hardly able to

repress her sobs as she entered the house. "My dear," said the uncle, "we will do all that we can to make you

"Lucy I am sure will be happy with her cousins." If Lucy's happiness were made to depend on her cousins,

thought Ayala, it would not be well assured. "And my sister Emmeline is always goodnatured." "Aunt

"I don't know. But it is such a sudden change, Uncle Reginald." "Yes, it is a very great change, my dear. They

are very rich and we are poor enough. I should hardly have consented to this, for your sake, but that there are

"I hope so. I will try. I know more now than I did then. I thought I was to be Augusta's equal."

"People ought to be equal, I think except old people and young people. I will do whatever you and my

aunt tell me. There are no young people here, so there won't be any trouble of that kind." "There will be no

Then there was the interview upstairs, which consisted chiefly in promises and kisses, and Ayala was left

alone to unpack her boxes and prepare for dinner. Before she began her operations she sat still for a few

moments, and with an effort collected her energies and made her resolution. She had said to Lucy in her

passion that she would that she were dead. That that should have been wicked was not matter of much

concern to her. But she acknowledged to herself that it had been weak and foolish. There was her life before

her, and she would still endeavour to be happy though there had been so much to distress her. She had flung

away wealth. She was determined to fling it away still when it should present itself to her in the shape of her

cousin Tom. But she had her dreams her daydreams those castles in the air which it had been the

delight of her life to construct, and in the building of which her hours had never run heavy with her. Isadore

Hamel would, of course, come again, and would, of course, marry Lucy, and then there would be a home for

her after her own heart. With Isadore as her brother, and her own Lucy close to her, she would not feel the

want of riches and of luxury. If there were only some intellectual charm in her life, some touch of art, some

devotion to things beautiful, then she could do without gold and silver and costly raiment. Of course, Isadore

would come; and then then in the far distance, something else would come, something of which in her

castlebuilding she had not yet developed the form, of which she did not yet know the bearing, or the manner

of its beauty, or the music of its voice; but as to which she was very sure that its form would be beautiful and

its voice full of music. It can hardly be said that this something was the centre of her dreams, or the

foundation of her castles. It was the extreme point of perfection at which she would arrive at last, when her

thoughts had become sublimated by the intensity of her thinking. It was the tower of the castle from which

she could look down upon the inferior world below the last point of the dream in arranging which she

would all but escape from earth to heaven when in the moment of her escape the cruel waking back into

the world would come upon her. But this she knew that this something, whatever might be its form or

She had fallen away from her resolution to her dreams for a time, when suddenly she jumped up and began

her work with immense energy. Open went one box after another, and in five minutes the room was strewed

with her possessions. The modest set of drawers which was to supply all her wants was filled with immediate

haste. Things were deposited in whatever nooks might be found, and every corner was utilised. Her character

for tidiness had never stood high. At the bijou Lucy, or her mother, or the favourite maid, had always been at

hand to make good her deficiencies with a reproach which had never gone beyond a smile or a kiss. At

Glenbogie and even on the journey there had been attendant lady's maids. But here she was all alone.

Everything was still in confusion when she was called to dinner. As she went down she recalled to herself her

second resolution. She would be good whereby she intimated to herself that she would endeavour to do

what might be pleasing to her Aunt Dosett. She had little doubt as to her uncle. But she was aware that there

had been differences between her aunt and Lucy. If Lucy had found it difficult to be good how great would be

She sat herself down at table a little nearer to her aunt than her uncle, because it was specially her aunt whom

she wished to win, and after a few minutes she put out her little soft hand and touched that of Mrs Dosett.

Mrs Dosett was not beautiful, nor was she romantic. In appearance she was the very reverse of Ayala. The

cares of the world, the looking after shillings and their results, had given her that look of commonplace

insignificance which is so frequent and so unattractive among middleaged women upon whom the world

leans heavily. But there was a tender corner in her heart which was still green, and from which a little rill of

sweet water could be made to flow when it was touched aright. On this occasion a tear came to her eye as she

pressed her niece's hand; but she said nothing. She was sure, however, that she would love Ayala much better

"What would you like me to do?" asked Ayala, when her aunt accompanied her that night to her bedroom.

"Nothing. I read a little and draw a little, but I do nothing useful. I mean it to be different now."

"Oh, but I mean it. And you must tell me. Of course things have to be different."

"Perhaps it is better not to be rich, so that one may have something to do. But I want you to tell me as though

"Then first begin by telling me what to do. I will try and do it. Of course I have thought about it, coming

away from all manner of rich things; and I have determined that it shall not make me unhappy. I will rise

above it. I will begin tomorrow and do anything if you will tell me." Then Aunt Dosett took her in her arms

and kissed her, and declared that on the morrow they would begin their work together in perfect confidence

"I think she will do better than Lucy," said Mrs Dosett to her husband that night.

"Oh, yes quite so. I don't mean to say a word against Lucy; but I think that I can do better with Ayala. She

will be more diligent." Uncle Reginald said nothing to this, but he could not but think that of the two Lucy

On the next morning Ayala went out with her aunt on the round to the shopkeepers, and listened with

profound attention to the domestic instructions which were given to her on the occasion. When she came

home she knew much of which she had known nothing before. What was the price of mutton and how much

mutton she was expected as one of the family to eat per week; what were the necessities of the house in bread

and butter, how far a pint of milk might be stretched with a proper understanding that her Uncle Reginald

as head of the family was to be subjected to no limits. And before their return from that walk on the first

morning of Ayala's sojourn Ayala had undertaken always to call Mrs Dosett Aunt Margaret for the future.

During the next three months, up to the end of the winter and through the early spring, things went on without

any change either in Queen's Gate or Kingsbury Crescent. The sisters saw each other occasionally, but not as

frequently as either of them had intended. Lucy was not encouraged in the use of cabs, nor was the carriage

lent to her often for the purpose of going to the Crescent. The reader may remember that she had been in the

habit of walking alone in Kensington Gardens, and a walk across Kensington Gardens would carry her the

greater part of the distance to Kingsbury Crescent. But Lucy, in her new circumstances, was not advised

perhaps, I may say, was not allowed to walk alone. Lady Tringle, being a lady of rank and wealth, was

afraid, or pretended to be afraid, of the lions. Poor Ayala was really afraid of the lions. Thus it came to pass

that the intercourse was not frequent. In her daily life Lucy was quiet and obedient. She did not run counter to

Augusta, whose approaching nuptials gave her that predominance in the house which is always accorded to

young ladies in her recognised position. Gertrude was at this time a subject of trouble at Queen's Gate. Sir

Thomas had not been got to approve of Mr Frank Houston, and Gertrude had positively refused to give him

up. Sir Thomas was, indeed, considerably troubled by his children. There had been a period of disagreeable

obstinacy even with Augusta before Mr Traffick had been taken into the bosom of the family. Now Gertrude

had her own ideas, and so also had Tom. Tom had become quite a trouble. Sir Thomas and Lady Tringle,

together, had determined that Tom must be weaned; by which they meant that he must be cured of his love.

But Tom had altogether refused to be weaned. Mr Dosett had been requested to deny him admittance to the

house in Kingsbury Crescent, and as this request had been fully endorsed by Ayala herself orders had been

given to the effect to the parlourmaid. Tom had called more than once, and had been unable to obtain access

to his beloved. But yet he resolutely refused to be weaned. He told his father to his face that he intended to

marry Ayala, and abused his mother roundly when she attempted to interfere. The whole family was

astounded by his perseverance, so that there had already sprung up an idea in the minds of some among the

Tringles that he would be successful at last. Augusta was very firm, declaring that Ayala was a viper. But Sir

Thomas, himself, began to inquire, within his own bosom, whether Tom should not be allowed to settle down

in the manner desired by himself. In no consultation held at Queen's Gate on the subject was there the

slightest expression of an opinion that Tom might be denied the opportunity of settling down as he wished

When things were in this position, Tom sought an interview one morning with his father in Lombard Street.

They rarely saw each other at the office, each having his own peculiar branch of business. Sir Thomas

manipulated his millions in a little back room of his own, while Tom, dealing probably with limited

thousands, made himself useful in an outer room. They never went to, or left, the office together, but Sir

Thomas always took care to know that his son was or was not on the premises. "I want to say a word or two,

"What affair?" said Sir Thomas, looking up from his millions. "I think I should like to marry."

"The best thing you can do, my boy; only it depends upon who the young lady may be."

"My mind is made up about that, Sir; I mean to marry my cousin. I don't see why a young man isn't to choose

for himself." Then Sir Thomas preached his sermon, but preached it in the manner which men are wont to use

when they know that they are preaching in vain. There is a tone of refusal, which, though the words used may

be manifestly enough words of denial, is in itself indicative of assent. Sir Thomas ended the conference by

taking a week to think over the matter, and when the week was over gave way. He was still inclined to think

that marriages with cousins had better be avoided; but he gave way, and at last promised that if Tom and

For the carrying out of this purpose it was necessary that the door of Uncle Dosett's house should be

unlocked, and with the object of turning the key Sir Thomas himself called at the Admiralty. "I find my boy

"I can't say I quite like it myself." Mr Dosett could only shake his head. "Cousins had better be cousins, and

"Not at all," said Sir Thomas, proudly. "I have got money enough for them both. It isn't an affair of money.

To make a long story short, I have given my consent; and, therefore, if you do not mind, I shall be glad if you

will allow Tom to call at the Crescent. Of course, you may have your own views; but I don't suppose you can

hope to do better for the girl. Cousins do marry, you know, very often." Mr Dosett could only say that he

could not expect to do anything for the girl nearly so good, and that, as far as he was concerned, his nephew

Tom should be made quite welcome at Kingsbury Crescent. It was not, he added, in his power to answer for

Ayala. As to this, Sir Thomas did not seem to have any doubts. The good things of the world, which it was in

his power to offer, were so good, that it was hardly probable that a young lady in Ayala's position should

"My dear," said Aunt Margaret, the next morning, speaking in her most suasive tone, "your Cousin Tom is to

"Then he had better not," said Ayala, bristling up in hot anger. "Uncle Tom has got nothing to do with it,

"But I don't want. Oh, Aunt Margaret, pray make him not come. I don't like him a bit. We are doing so very

"Certainly, my dear, we are doing very well at least, I hope so. But you are old enough now to understand

"Of course it is serious," said Ayala, who certainly was not guilty of the fault of making light of her future

life. Those dreams of hers, in which were contained all her hopes and all her aspirations, were very serious to

her. This was so much the case that she had by no means thought of her Cousin Tom in a light spirit, as

though he were a matter of no moment to her. He was to her just what the Beast must have been to the

Beauty, when the Beast first began to be in love. But her safety had consisted in the fact that no one had

approved of the Beast being in love with her. Now she could understand that all the horrors of oppression

might fall upon her. Of course it was serious; but not the less was she resolved that nothing should induce her

"I think you ought to see him when he comes, and to remember how different it will be when he comes with

the approval of his father. It is, of course, saying that they are ready to welcome you as their daughter."

"But, Ayala, there are so many things to be thought of. Here is a young man who is able to give you not only

"And you will have a house of your own in which you may be of service to your sister."

"He is such a lout! Aunt Margaret, I won't have anything to say to him. I would a great deal sooner die. Uncle

Tom has no right to send him here. They have got rid of me, and I am very glad of it; but it isn't fair that he

should come after me now that I'm gone away. Couldn't Uncle Reginald tell him to stay away?" A great deal

more was said, but nothing that was said had the slightest effect on Ayala. When she was told of her

dependent position, and of the splendour of the prospects offered, she declared that she would rather go into

the poorhouse than marry her cousin. When she was told that Tom was goodnatured, honest, and true, she

declared that goodnature, honesty, and truth had nothing to do with it. When she was asked what it was that

she looked forward to in the world she could merely sob and say that there was nothing. She could not tell

even her sister Lucy of those dreams and castles. How, then, could she explain them to her Aunt Margaret?

How could she make her aunt understand that there could be no place in her heart for Tom Tringle seeing that

it was to be kept in reserve for some Angel of Light who would surely make his appearance in due season

but who must still be there, present to her as her Angel of Light, even should he never show himself in the

flesh. How vain it was to talk of Tom Tringle to her, when she had so visible before her eyes that Angel of

But, though she could not be brought to say that she would listen patiently to his story, she was nevertheless

made to understand that she must see him when he came to her. Aunt Margaret was very full on that subject.

A young man who was approved of by the young lady's friends, and who had means at command, was, in

Mrs Dosett's opinion, entitled to a hearing. How otherwise were properly authorised marriages to be made up

and arranged? When this was going on there was in some slight degree a diminished sympathy between

Ayala and her aunt. Ayala still continued her household duties over which, in the privacy of her own

room, she groaned sadly; but she continued them in silence. Her aunt, upon whom she had counted, was, she

thought, turning against her. Mrs Dosett, on the other hand, declared to herself that the girl was romantic and

silly. Husbands with every immediate comfort, and a prospect of almost unlimited wealth, are not to be found

under every hedge. What right could a girl so dependent as Ayala have to refuse an eligible match? She

therefore in this way became an advocate on behalf of Tom as did also Uncle Reginald, more mildly.

Uncle Reginald merely remarked that Tom was attending to his business, which was a great thing in a young

man. It was not much, but it showed Ayala that in this matter her uncle was her enemy. In this, her terrible

Then a day was fixed on which Tom was to come, which made the matter more terrible by anticipation.

"What can be the good?" Ayala said to her aunt when the hour named for the interview was told her, "as I can

tell him everything just as well without his coming at all." But all that had been settled. Aunt Margaret had

repeated over and over again that such an excellent young man as Tom, with such admirable intentions, was

entitled to a hearing from any young lady. In reply to this Ayala simply made a grimace, which was intended

to signify the utter contempt in which she held her cousin Tom with all his wealth.

Tom Tringle, in spite of his rings and a certain dash of vulgarity, which was, perhaps, not altogether his own

fault, was not a bad fellow. Having taken it into his heart that he was very much in love he was very much in

love. He pictured to himself a happiness of a wholesome cleanly kind. To have the girl as his own, to caress

her and foster her, and expend himself in making her happy; to exalt her, so as to have it acknowledged that

she was, at any rate, as important as Augusta; to learn something from her, so that he, too, might become

romantic, and in some degree poetical all this had come home to him in a not ignoble manner. But it had

not come home to him that Ayala might probably refuse him. Hitherto Ayala had been very persistent in her

refusals; but then hitherto there had existed the opposition of all the family. Now he had overcome that, and

he felt therefore that he was entitled to ask and to receive. On the day fixed, and at the hour fixed, he came in

the plenitude of all his rings. Poor Tom! It was a pity that he should have had no one to advise him as to his

apparel. Ayala hated his jewelry. She was not quite distinct in her mind as to the raiment which would be

worn by the Angel of Light when he should come, but she was sure that he would not be chiefly conspicuous

for heavy gilding; and Tom, moreover, had a waistcoat which would of itself have been suicidal. Such as he

was, however, he was shown up into the drawingroom, where he found Ayala alone. It was certainly a

misfortune to him that no preliminary conversation was possible. Ayala had been instructed to be there with

the express object of listening to an offer of marriage. The work had to be done and should be done; but it

would not admit of other ordinary courtesies. She was very angry with him, and she looked her anger. Why

should she be subjected to this terrible annoyance? He had sense enough to perceive that there was no place

for preliminary courtesy, and therefore rushed away at once to the matter in hand. "Ayala!" he exclaimed,

"Of course it was different when I told you so before. I meant to stick to it, and I was determined that the

governor should give way. But you couldn't know that. Mother and the girls were all against us."

"They were against our being married, and so they squeezed you out as it were. That is why you have been

sent to this place. But they understand me now, and know what I am about. They have all given their consent,

and the governor has promised to be liberal. When he says a thing he'll do it. There will be lots of money."

"No more do I except only that it is comfortable. It wouldn't do to marry without money would it?"

"It would do very well if anybody cared for anybody." The Angel of Light generally appeared in forma

pauperis, though there was always about him a tinge of bright azure which was hardly compatible with the

"The governor has nothing to do with it. I told you before that it is all nonsense. If you will only go away and

"But I won't go away," said Tom speaking out boldly. "I mean to stick to it. Ayala, I don't believe you

"But I love you, Ayala. I have set my heart upon it. You don't know how well I love you. I have quite made

"But, Ayala " Now the tenor of his face changed, and something of the look of a despairing lover took the

place of that offensive triumph which had at first sat upon his brow. "I don't suppose you care for any other

There was the Angel of Light. But even though she might be most anxious to explain to him that his suit was

altogether impracticable she could say nothing to him about the angel. Though she was sure that the angel

would come, she was not certain that she would ever give herself altogether even to the angel. The celestial

castle which was ever being built in her imagination was as yet very much complicated. But had it been ever

so clear it would have been quite impossible to explain anything of this to her cousin Tom. "That has nothing

"If you knew how I love you!" This came from him with a sob, and as he sobbed he went down before her on

"Don't be a fool, Tom pray don't. If you won't get up I shall go away. I must go away. I have heard all that

"I can't give it up. I won't give it up. When a fellow means it as I do he never gives it up. Nothing on earth

shall make me give it up. Ayala, you've got to do it, and so I tell you." "Nobody can make me," said Ayala,

nodding her head, but somewhat tamed by the unexpected passion of the young man.

"Very well. Then I shall go away and come again constantly till you do. I mean to have you. When you come

to know how very much I love you I do think you will give way at last." With that he picked himself up from

The scene described in the last chapter took place in March. For three days afterwards there was quiescence

in Kingsbury Crescent. Then there came a letter from Tom to Ayala, very pressing, full of love and

resolution, offering to wait any time even a month if she wished it, but still persisting in his declared

intention of marrying her sooner or later not by any means a bad letter had there not been about it a little

touch of bombast which made it odious to Ayala's sensitive appreciation. To this Ayala wrote a reply in the

Of this she said nothing to Mrs Dosett, though the arrival of Tom's letter must have been known to that lady.

She wrote again and again to Lucy imploring her sister to come to her, urging that as circumstances now were

she could not show herself at the house in Queen's Gate. To these Lucy always replied; but she did not reply

by coming, and hardly made it intelligible why she did not come. Aunt Emmeline hoped, she said, that Ayala

would very soon be able to be at Queen's Gate. Then there was a difficulty about the carriage. No one would

walk across with her except Tom; and walking by herself was forbidden. Aunt Emmeline did not like cabs.

Then there came a third or fourth letter, in which Lucy was more explanatory, but yet not sufficiently so.

During the Easter recess, which would take place in the middle of April, Augusta and Mr Traffick would be

married. The happy couple were to be blessed with a divided honeymoon. The interval between Easter and

Whitsuntide would require Mr Traffick's presence in the House, and the bride with her bridegroom were to

return to Queen's Gate. Then they would depart again for the second holidays, and when they were so gone

Aunt Emmeline hoped that Ayala would come to them for a visit. "They quite understand", said Lucy, "that it

will not do to have you and Augusta together." This was not at all what Ayala wanted. "It won't at all do to

have me and him together," said Ayala to herself, alluding of course to Tom Tringle. But why did not Lucy

come over to her? Lucy, who knew so well that her sister did not want to see anyone of the Tringles, who

must have been sure that any visit to Queen's Gate must have been impossible, ought to have come to her. To

whom else could she say a word in her trouble? It was thus that Ayala argued with herself, declaring to

herself that she must soon die in her misery unless indeed that Angel of Light might come to her

But Lucy had troubles of her own in reference to the family at Queen's Gate, which did, in fact, make it

almost impossible to visit her sister for some weeks. Sir Thomas had given an unwilling but a frank consent

to his son's marriage and then expected simply to be told that it would take place at such and such a time,

when money would be required. Lady Tringle had given her consent but not quite frankly. She still would

fain have forbidden the banns had any power of forbidding remained in her hands. Augusta was still hot

against the marriage, and still resolute to prevent it. That proposed journey upstairs after the scrapbook at

Glenbogie, that real journey up to the top of St Peter's, still rankled in her heart. That Tom should make

Ayala a future baronet's wife; that Tom should endow Ayala with the greatest share of the Tringle wealth;

that Ayala should become powerful in Queen's Gate, and dominant probably at Merle Park and Glenbogie

was wormwood to her. She was conscious that Ayala was pretty and witty, though she could affect to despise

the wit and the prettiness. By instigating her mother, and by inducing Mr Traffick to interfere when Mr

Traffick should be a member of the family, she thought that she might prevail. With her mother she did in

part prevail. Her future husband was at present too much engaged with supply and demand to be able to give

his thoughts to Tom's affairs. But there would soon be a time when he naturally would be compelled to divide

his thoughts. Then there was Gertrude. Gertrude's own affairs had not as yet been smiled upon, and the want

of smiles she attributed very much to Augusta. Why should Augusta have her way and not she, Gertrude, nor

her brother Tom? She therefore leagued herself with Tom, and declared herself quite prepared to receive

When Lucy first made her petition for the carriage, expressing her desire to see Ayala, both her uncle and her

aunt were in the room. Objection was made some frivolous objection by Lady Tringle, who did not in

truth care to maintain much connection between Queen's Gate and the Crescent. Then Sir Thomas, in his

burly authoritative way, had said that Ayala had better come to them. That same evening he had settled or

intended to settle it with his wife. Let Ayala come as soon as the Trafficks as they then would be

should have gone. To this Lady Tringle had assented, knowing more than her husband as to Ayala's feelings,

and thinking that in this way a breach might be made between them. Ayala had been a great trouble to her,

and she was beginning to be almost sick of the Dormer connection altogether. It was thus that Lucy was

hindered from seeing her sister for six weeks after that first formal declaration of his love made by Tom to

Ayala. Tom had still persevered and had forced his way more than once into Ayala's presence, but Ayala's

answers had been always the same. "It's a great shame, and you have no right to treat me in this way."

Then came the Traffick marriage with great eclat. There were no less than four Traffick bridesmaids, all of

them no doubt noble, but none of them very young, and Gertrude and Lucy were bridesmaids and two of

Augusta's friends. Ayala, of course, was not of the party. Tom was gorgeous in his apparel, not in the least

depressed by his numerous repulses, quite confident of ultimate success, and proud of his position as a lover

with so beautiful a girl. He talked of his affairs to all his friends, and seemed to think that even on this

weddingday his part was as conspicuous as that of his sister, because of his affair with his beautiful cousin.

"Augusta doesn't hit it off with her," he said to one of his friends, who asked why Ayala was not at the

wedding "Augusta is the biggest fool out, you know. She's proud of her husband because he's the son of a

lord. I wouldn't change Ayala for the daughter of any duchess in Europe;" thus showing that he regarded

Ayala as being almost his own already. Lord Boardotrade was there, making a semijocose speech, quite in

the approved way for a cognate paterfamilias. Perhaps there was something of a thorn in this to Sir Thomas,

as it had become apparent at last that Mr Traffick himself did not purpose to add anything from his own

resources to the income on which he intended to live with his wife. Lord Boardotrade had been obliged to do

so much for his eldest son that there appeared to be nothing left for the member for Port Glasgow. Sir

Thomas was prepared with his �120,000, and did not perhaps mind this very much. But a man, when he pays

his money, likes to have some return for it, and he did not quite like the tone with which the old nobleman,

not possessed of very old standing in the peerage, seemed to imply that he, like a noble old Providence, had

enveloped the whole Tringle family in the mantle of his noble blood. He combined the jocose and the

paternal in the manner appropriate to such occasions; but there did run through Sir Thomas's mind as he

heard him an idea that �120,000 was a sufficient sum to pay, and that it might be necessary to make Mr

Traffick understand that out of the income thenceforth coming he must provide a house for himself and his

wife. It had been already arranged that he was to return to Queen's Gate with his wife for the period between

Easter and Whitsuntide. It had lately quite lately been hinted to Sir Thomas that the married pair

would run up again after the second holidays. Mr Septimus Traffick had once spoken of Glenbogie as almost

all his own, and Augusta had, in her father's hearing, said a word intended to be very affectionate about "dear

Merle Park". Sir Thomas was a father all over, with all a father's feelings; but even a father does not like to be

done. Mr Traffick, no doubt, was a Member of Parliament and son of a peer but there might be a question

Nevertheless the marriage was pronounced to have been a success. Immediately after it early, indeed, on

the following morning Sir Thomas inquired when Ayala was coming to Queen's Gate. "Is it necessary that

"I thought it was all settled," said Sir Thomas, angrily. This had been said in the privacy of his own

dressingroom, but downstairs at the breakfasttable in the presence of Gertrude and Lucy, he returned to the

subject. Tom, who did not live in the house, was not there. "I suppose we might as well have Ayala now," he

said, addressing himself chiefly to Lucy. "Do you go and manage it with her." There was not a word more

said. Sir Thomas did not always have his own way in his family. What man was ever happy enough to do

that? But he was seldom directly contradicted. Lady Tringle when the order was given pursed up her lips, and

he, had he been observant, might have known that she did not intend to have Ayala if she could help it. But

When Sir Thomas was gone, Lady Tringle discussed the matter with Lucy. "Of course, my dear," she said, "if

"Not come!" This was not said at all in a voice of anger, but simply as eliciting some further expression of

"She's afraid of Tom." Lucy had never hitherto expressed a positive opinion on that matter at Queen's

Gate. When Augusta had spoken of Ayala as having run after Tom, Lucy had been indignant, and had

declared that the running had been all on the other side. In a side way she had hinted that Ayala, at any rate at

present, was far from favourable to Tom's suit. But she had never yet spoken out her mind at Queen's Gate as

"I mean that she is not a bit in love with him, and when a girl is like that I suppose she is is afraid of a

"Why should everybody want her to marry Tom?" asked Lady Tringle, indignantly. "I am sure I don't want

"I suppose it is Uncle Tom, and Aunt Dosett and Uncle Reginald," said poor Lucy, finding that she had made

"I don't see why anybody should want her to marry Tom. Tom is carried away by her baby face, and makes a

fool of himself. As to everybody wanting her, I hope she does not flatter herself that there is anything of the

"I only meant that I think she would rather not be brought here, where she would have to see him daily."

After this the loan of the carriage was at last made, and Lucy was allowed to visit her sister at the Crescent.

"No; I have not seen him since I met him in the Park. But I do not want to talk about Mr Hamel, Ayala. Mr

"He is nothing. Had he been anything, he has gone, and there would be an end to it. But he is nothing."

"If a man is true he may go, but he will come back." Ayala had her ideas about the Angel of Light very

clearly impressed upon her mind in regard to the conduct of the man, though they were terribly vague as to

his personal appearance, his condition of life, his appropriateness for marriage, and many other details of his

circumstances. It had also often occurred to her that this Angel of Light, when he should come, might not be

in love with herself and that she might have to die simply because she had seen him and loved him in

vain. But he would be a man sure to come back if there were fitting reasons that he should do so. Isadore

Hamel was not quite an Angel of Light, but he was nearly angelic at any rate very good, and surely would

"Never mind about Mr Hamel, Ayala. It is not nice to talk about a man who has never spoken a word."

"Mr Hamel has never spoken a word, and I will not talk about him. There! All my heart is open to you,

Ayala. You know that. But I will not talk about Mr Hamel. Aunt Emmeline wants you to come to Queen's

"Or rather it is Sir Thomas who wants you to come. I do like Uncle Tom. I do, indeed."

"He comes here, and I have to be perfectly brutal to him. You can't guess the sort of things I say to him, and

he doesn't mind it a bit. He thinks that he has to go on long enough, and that I must give way at last. If I were

"Why not? He is not bad. He is honest, and true, and kindhearted. I know you can't be happy here."

"Aunt Dosett, with all her affairs, must be trouble to you. I could not bear them patiently. How can you?"

"Because they are better than Tom Tringle. I read somewhere about there being seven houses of the Devil,

each one being lower and worse than the other. Tom would be the lowest the lowest the lowest."

"Do not tell me that I ought to marry Tom," said Ayala, almost standing off in anger from the proferred kiss.

"I think you could if you tried, because he is loveable. It is so much to be good, and then he loves you truly.

After all, it is something to have everything nice around you. You have not been made to be poor and

"I wish I could have stayed, Ayala. I am more tranquil than you, and could have borne it better."

"It is bad. It is one of the houses but not the lowest. I can eat my heart out here, peaceably, and die with a

great needle in my hand and a towel in my lap. But if I were to marry him I should kill myself the first hour

after I had gone away with him. Things! What would things be with such a monster as that leaning over one?

Would you marry him?" In answer to this, Lucy made no immediate reply. "Why don't you say? You want

"Try! How can a girl try to love any man? It should come because she can't help it, let her try ever so. Trying

"But if he did? I don't suppose it would make the least difference to him which it was. Would you try if he

"Then why should I? Am I so much a poorer creature than you?" "You are a finer creature. You know that I

"I try to tell you all the truth, Ayala; but pray do not talk about him even to me. As for you, you are free; and

"I can't. I don't know that I am free, as you call it." Then Lucy started, as though about to ask the question

which would naturally follow. "You needn't look like that, Lucy. There isn't anyone to be named."

"There isn't a man at all. There isn't anybody. But I may have my own ideas if I please. If I had an Isadore

Hamel of my own I could compare Tom or Mr Traffick, or any other lout to him, and could say how

infinitely higher in the order of things was my Isadore than any of them. Though I haven't an Isadore can't I

have an image? And can't I make my image brighter, even higher, than Isadore? You won't believe that, of

course, and I don't want you to believe it yourself. But you should believe it for me. My image can make Tom

Tringle just as horrible to me as Isadore Hamel can make him to you." Thus it was that Ayala endeavoured to

explain to her sister something of the castle which she had built in the air, and of the Angel of Light who

Then it was decided between them that Lucy should explain to Aunt Emmeline that Ayala could not make a

"Tell her the truth, openly. 'Tom wants to marry Ayala, and Ayala won't have him. Therefore, of course, she

can't come, because it would look as though she were going to change her mind which she isn't.' Aunt

Emmeline will understand that, and will not be a bit sorry. She doesn't want to have me for a

All this time the carriage was waiting, and Lucy was obliged to return before half of all that was necessary

had been said. What was to be Ayala's life for the future? How were the sisters to see each other? What was

to be done when, at the end of the coming summer, Lucy should be taken first to Glenbogie and then to Merle

Park? There is a support in any excitement, though it be in the excitement of sorrow only. At the present

moment Ayala was kept alive by the necessity of her battle with Tom Tringle, but how would it be with her

when Tom should have given up the fight? Lucy knew, by sad experience, how great might be the tedium of

life in Kingsbury Crescent, and knew, also, how unfitted Ayala was to endure it. There seemed to be no

prospect of escape in future. "She knows nothing of what I am suffering", said Ayala, "when she gives me the

things to do, and tells me of more things, and more, and more! How can there be so many things to be done in

such a house as this?" But as Lucy was endeavouring to explain how different were the arrangements in

Kingsbury Crescent from those which had prevailed at the bijou, the offended coachman sent up word to say

that he didn't think Sir Thomas would like it if the horses were kept out in the rain any longer. Then Lucy

hurried down, not having spoken of half the things which were down in her mind on the list for discussion.

After the Easter holidays the Trafficks came back to Queen's Gate, making a combination of honeymoon and

business which did very well for a time. It was understood that it was to be so. During honeymoon times the

fashionable married couple is always lodged and generally boarded for nothing. That opening wide of

generous hands, which exhibits itself in the joyous enthusiasm of a coming marriage, taking the shape of a

houseful of presents, of a gorgeous and ponderous trousseau, of a splendid marriage feast, and not

unfrequently of subsidiary presents from the opulent papa presents which are subsidiary to the grand

substratum of settled dowry generously extends itself to luxurious provision for a month or two. That Mr

and Mrs Traffick should come back to Queen's Gate for the six weeks intervening between Easter and

Whitsuntide had been arranged, and arranged also that the use of Merle Park, for the Whitsun holidays,

should be allowed to them. This last boon Augusta, with her sweetest kiss, had obtained from her father only

two days before the wedding. But when it was suggested, just before the departure to Merle Park, that Mr

Traffick's unnecessary boots might be left at Queen's Gate, because he would come back there, then Sir

It was in this way. "Mamma," said Augusta, "I suppose I can leave a lot of things in the big wardrobe.

Jemima says I cannot take them to Merle Park without ever so many extra trunks."

"Certainly, my dear. When anybody occupies the room, they won't want all the wardrobe. I don't know that

This was only the thin end of the wedge, and, as Augusta felt, was not introduced successfully. The words

spoken seemed to have admitted that a return to Queen's Gate had not been intended. The conversation went

no further at the moment, but was recommenced the same evening. "Mamma, I suppose Septimus can leave

Now, there certainly had been a lack of confidence between the married daughter and her mother as to a new

residence. A word had been spoken, and Augusta had said that she supposed they would go to Lord

Boardotrade when they left Queen's Gate, just to finish the season. Now, it was known that his lordship, with

his four unmarried daughters, lived in a small house in a small street in Mayfair. The locality is no doubt

fashionable, but the house was inconvenient. Mr Traffick, himself, had occupied lodgings near the House of

Commons, but these had been given up. "I think you must ask your papa," said Lady Tringle.

"Couldn't you ask him?" said the Honourable Mrs Traffick. Lady Tringle was driven at last to consent, and

then put the question to Sir Thomas beginning with the suggestion as to the unnecessary boots.

"Where do they mean to live when they come back to town?" asked Sir Thomas, sharply.

"I suppose it would be convenient if they could come here for a little time," said Lady Tringle.

"And stay till the end of the season and then go down to Glenbogie, and then to Merle Park! Where do

"I think there was a promise about Glenbogie," said Lady Tringle. "I never made a promise. I heard Traffick

say that he would like to have some shooting though, as far as I know, he can't hit a haystack. They may

come to Glenbogie for two or three weeks, if they like, but they shan't stay here during the entire summer."

"I'll turn Traffick out, and I suppose he'll take his wife with him," said Sir Thomas, thus closing the

conversation in wrath. The Trafficks went and came back, and were admitted into the bedroom with the big

wardrobe, and to the dressingroom where the boots were kept. On the very first day of his arrival Mr

Traffick was in the House at four, and remained there till four the next morning certain Irish Members

having been very eloquent. He was not down when Sir Thomas left the next morning at nine, and was again

at the House when Sir Thomas came home to dinner. "How long is it to be?" said Sir Thomas, that night, to

his wife. There was a certain tone in his voice which made Lady Tringle feel herself to be ill all over. It must

be said, in justice to Sir Thomas, that he did not often use this voice in his domestic circle, though it was well

known in Lombard Street. But he used it now, and his wife felt herself to be unwell. "I am not going to put up

"That be d d," said the father, energetically. "Who's going to destroy her happiness? Her happiness ought

to consist in living in her husband's house. What have I given her all that money for?" Then Lady Tringle did

It was not till the third day that Sir Thomas and his soninlaw met each other. By that time Sir Thomas had

got it into his head that his soninlaw was avoiding him. But on the Saturday there was no House. It was

then just the middle of June Saturday, June 15 and Sir Thomas had considered, at the most, that there

would be yet nearly two months before Parliament would cease to sit and the time for Glenbogie would

come. He had fed his anger warm, and was determined that he would not be done. "Well, Traffick, how are

you?" he said, encountering his soninlaw in the hall, and leading him into the diningroom. "I haven't seen

"I've been in the House morning, noon, and night, pretty near." "I dare say. I hope you found yourself

comfortable at Merle Park." "A charming house quite charming. I don't know whether I shouldn't build

"Very likely. Nothing is so easy as knocking other people's houses about. I hope you'll soon have one to

Sir Thomas was one of those men who during the course of a successful life have contrived to repress their

original roughnesses, and who make a not ineffectual attempt to live after the fashion of those with whom

their wealth and successes have thrown them. But among such will occasionally be found one whose

roughness does not altogether desert him, and who can on an occasion use it with a purpose. Such a one will

occasionally surprise his latterday associates by the sudden ferocity of his brow, by the hardness of his

voice, and by an apparently unaccustomed use of violent words. The man feels that he must fight, and, not

having learned the practice of finer weapons, fights in this way. Unskilled with foils or rapier he falls back

upon the bludgeon with which his hand has not lost all its old familiarity. Such a one was Sir Thomas

Tringle, and a time for such exercise had seemed to him to have come now. There are other men who by the

possession of imperturbable serenity seem to be armed equally against rapier and bludgeon, whom there is no

wounding with any weapon. Such a one was Mr Traffick. When he was told of knocking about a house of his

own, he quite took the meaning of Sir Thomas's words, and was immediately prepared for the sort of

conversation which would follow. "I wish I might a Merle Park of my own for instance. If I had gone into

"It seems to me that a good deal has come in your way without very much trouble on your part.

"A seat in the House is a nice thing but I work harder, I take it, than you do, Sir Thomas."

"I never have had a shilling but what I earned. When you leave this where are you and Augusta going to

This was a home question, which would have disconcerted most gentlemen in Mr Traffick's position, were it

"Where shall we go when we leave this? You wore so kind as to say something about Glenbogie when

"But what do you mean to do before Parliament is up? The long and the short of it is, we didn't expect you to

come back after the holidays. I like to be plain. This might go on for ever if I didn't speak out."

"And a very comfortable way of going on it would be." Sir Thomas raised his eyebrows in unaffected

surprise, and then again assumed his frown. "Of course I'm thinking of Augusta chiefly."

"Augusta made up her mind no doubt to leave her father's house when she married."

"She shows her affection for her parents by wishing to remain in it. The fact, I suppose, is, you want the

"That, Sir, is too good to be thought of, I fear. The truth is we had an idea of staying at my father's. He spoke

of going down to the country and lending us the house. My sisters have made him change his mind and so

"Too dear! You see you've made me pay such a sum for insuring my life. I'll tell you what I'll do. If you'll let

us make it out here till the 10th of July we'll go into an hotel then." Sir Thomas, surprised at his own

compliance, did at last give way. "And then we can have a month at Glenbogie from the 12th." "Three

weeks," said Sir Thomas, shouting at the top of his voice. "Very well; three weeks. If you could have made it

the month it would have been convenient; but I hate to be disagreeable." Thus the matter was settled, and Mr

"What are we to do?" said Augusta, with a very long face. "What are we to do when we are made to go

"I hope I shall be able to make some of the girls go down by that time, and then we must squeeze in at my

This and other matters made Sir Thomas in those days irritable and disagreeable to the family. "Tom", he said

"What is the matter with him now?" asked Lady Tringle, who did not like to have her only son abused.

"He's away half his time, and when he does come he'd better be away. If he wants to marry that girl why

Now this was a matter upon which Lady Tringle had ideas of her own which were becoming every day

"Why should you be sorry? Isn't it the best thing a young man can do? If he's set his heart that way all the

"Is that it?" asked Sir Thomas, with a whistle. "You used to say she was setting her cap at him."

"She is one of those girls you don't know what she would be at. She's full of romance and nonsense, and isn't

half as fond of telling the truth as she ought to be. She made my life a burden to me while she was with us,

"Then he shall have her. I made him a promise and I'm not going to give it up. I told him that if he was in

"You have her here, and then we'll take her to Glenbogie. Now when I say it I mean it. You go and fetch her,

and if you don't I will. I'm not going to have her turned out into the cold in that way."

"She won't come, Tom." Then he turned round and frowned at her. The immediate result of this was that

Lady Tringle herself did drive across to Kingsbury Crescent accompanied by Gertrude and Lucy, and did

make her request in form. "My dear, your uncle particularly wants you to come to us for the next month."

Mrs Dosett was sitting by. "I hope Ayala may be allowed to come to us for a month."

"Ayala must answer for herself," said Mrs Dosett, firmly. There had never been any warm friendship between

Lady Tringle was not in the least offended or annoyed at the refusal. She did not at all desire that Ayala

should come to Glenbogie. Ayala at Glenbogie would make her life miserable to her. It would, of course, lead

to Tom's marriage, and then there would be internecine fighting between Ayala and Augusta. But it was

necessary that she should take back to her husband some reply and this reply, if in the form of refusal,

must come from Ayala herself. "Your uncle has sent me," said Lady Tringle, "and I must give him some

reason. As for expense, you know," then she turned to Mrs Dosett with a smile "that of course would

"If you ask me," said Mrs Dosett, "I think that as Ayala has come to us she had better remain with us. Of

course things are very different, and she would be only discontented." At this Lady Tringle smiled her

sweetest smile as though acknowledging that things certainly were different and then turned to Ayala

"But why, my dear? Can't isn't a courteous answer to a request that is meant to be kind."

"It's worse than eating me," said Ayala. "He will go on when I tell him not. If I were down there he'd be doing

Lady Tringle felt this to be unkind and undeserved. Those passages in Rome had been very disagreeable to

every one concerned. The girl certainly, as she thought, had been arrogant and impertinent. She had been

accepted from charity and had then domineered in the family. She had given herself airs and had gone out

into company almost without authority, into company which had rejected her Lady Tringle. It had become

absolutely necessary to get rid of an inmate so troublesome, so unbearable. The girl had been sent away

almost ignominiously. Now she, Lady Tringle, the offended aunt, the aunt who had so much cause for

offence, had been good enough, gracious enough, to pardon all this, and was again offering the fruition of a

portion of her good things to the sinner. No doubt she was not anxious that the offer should be accepted, but

not the less was it made graciously as she felt herself. In answer to this she had thrown back upon her the

only hard word she had ever spoken to the girl! "You wouldn't be told anything of the kind, but you needn't

"But I did think that after all that has passed, and when I am trying to be kind to you, you would have made

yourself more pleasant to me. I can only tell your uncle that you say you won't."

"Give my love to my uncle, and tell him that I am much obliged to him and that I know how good he is; but I

"Tom is too good for you," exclaimed Aunt Emmeline, who could not bear to have her son depreciated even

"I didn't say he wasn't," said Ayala, bursting into tears. "The Archbishop of Canterbury would be too good for

me, but I don't want to marry him." Then she got up and ran out of the room in order that she might weep

over her troubles in the privacy of her own chamber. She was thoroughly convinced that she was being

illused. No one had a right to tell her that any man was too good for her unless she herself should make

pretensions to the man. It was an insult to her even to connect her name with that of any man unless she had

done something to connect it. In her own estimation her cousin Tom was infinitely beneath her worlds

beneath her a denizen of an altogether inferior race, such as the Beast was to the Beauty! Not that Ayala

had ever boasted to herself of her own face or form. It was not in that respect that she likened herself to the

Beauty when she thought of Tom as the Beast. Her assumed superiority existed in certain intellectual or

rather artistic and aesthetic gifts certain celestial gifts. But as she had boasted of them to no one, as she

had never said that she and her cousin were poles asunder in their tastes, poles asunder in their feelings, poles

asunder in their intelligence, was it not very, very cruel that she should be told, first that she encouraged him,

and then that she was not good enough for him? Cinderella did not ask to have the Prince for her husband.

When she had her own image of which no one could rob her, and was content with that, why should they treat

"I am afraid you are having a great deal of trouble with her," said Lady Tringle to Mrs Dosett.

"No, indeed. Of course she is romantic, which is very objectionable." "Quite detestable!" said Lady Tringle.

"But she has been brought up like that, so that it is not her fault. Now she endeavours to do her best."

"She is angry because her cousin persecutes her." "Persecutes her, indeed! Tom is in a position to ask any girl

to be his wife. He can give her a home of her own, and a good income. She ought to be proud of the offer

"Just taken by her baby face that's all. It won't last, and she needn't think so. However, I've done my best

to be kind, Mrs Dosett, and there's an end of it. If you please I'll ring the bell for the carriage. Goodbye."

After that she swam out of the room and had herself carried back to Queen's Gate.

Three or four days afterwards Sir Thomas asked whether Ayala was to come to Glenbogie. "She positively

refused," said his wife, "and was so rude and impertinent that I could not possibly have her now." Then Sir

Thomas frowned and turned himself away, and said not a word further on that occasion.

There were many candidates for Glenbogie on this occasion. Among others there was Mr Frank Houston,

whose candidature was not pressed by himself as could not well have been done but was enforced by

Gertrude on his behalf. It was now July. Gertrude and Mr Houston had seen something of each other in

Rome, as may be remembered, and since then had seen a good deal of each other in town. Gertrude was

perfectly well aware that Mr Houston was impecunious; but Augusta had been allowed to have an

impecunious lover, and Tom to throw himself at the feet of an impecunious love. Gertrude felt herself to be

entitled to her �120,000; did not for a moment doubt but that she would get it. Why shouldn't she give it to

any young man she liked as long as he belonged to decent people? Mr Houston wasn't a Member of

Parliament but then he was young and goodlooking. Mr Houston wasn't son to a lord, but he was brother

to a county squire, and came of a family much older than that of those stupid Boardotrade and Traffick

people. And then Frank Houston was very presentable, was not at all bald, and was just the man for a girl to

like as a husband. It was dinned into her ears that Houston had no income at all just a few hundreds a year

on which he never could keep himself out of debt. But he was a generous man, who would be more than

contented with the income coming from �120,000. He would not spunge upon the house at Queen's Gate. He

would not make use of Merle Park and Glenbogie. He would have a house of his own for his old boots.

Fourpercent. would give them nearly �5,000 a year. Gertrude knew all about it already. They could have a

nice house near Queen's Gate say somewhere about Onslow Gardens. There would be quite enough for a

carriage, for three months upon a mountain in Switzerland, and three more among the art treasures of Italy. It

was astonishing how completely Gertrude had it all at her finger's ends when she discussed the matter with

her mother. Mr Houston was a man of no expensive tastes. He didn't want to hunt. He did shoot, no doubt,

and perhaps a little shooting at Glenbogie might be nice before they went to Switzerland. In that case two

months on the top of the mountain would suffice. But if he was not asked he would never condescend to

demand an entry at Glenbogie as a part of his wife's dower. Lady Tringle was thus talked over, though she

did think that at least one of her daughter's husbands ought to have an income of his own. There was another

point which Gertrude put forward very frankly, and which no doubt had weight with her mother. "Mamma, I

"I mean to have him. Papa can scold, of course, if he pleases." "But where would the income come from if

papa did not give it?" "Of course he'll give it. I've a right to it as much as Augusta." There was something in

Gertrude's face as she said this which made her mother think that she would have her way.

But Sir Thomas had hitherto declined. When Frank Houston, after the manner of wouldbe sonsinlaw, had

applied to Sir Thomas, Sir Thomas, who already knew all about it, asked after his income, his prospects, and

his occupation. Fifty years ago young men used to encounter the misery of such questions, and to live

afterwards often in the enjoyment of the stern questioner's money and daughters. But there used in those days

to be a bad quarter of an hour while the questions were being asked, and not unfrequently a bad six months

afterwards, while the stern questioner was gradually undergoing a softening process under the hands of the

females of the family. But the young man of today has no bad quarter of an hour. "You are a mercantile old

brick with money and a daughter. I am a jeunesse doree gilded by blood and fashion, though so utterly

impecunious! Let us know your terms. How much is it to be, and then I can say whether we can afford to live

upon it." The old brick surrenders himself more readily and speedily to the latter than to the former manner

but he hardly surrenders himself quite at once. Frank Houston, when inquired into, declared at once,

without blushing, that he had no income at all to speak of in reference to matrimonial life. As to family

prospects he had none. His elder brother had four blooming boys, and was likely to have more. As for

occupation, he was very fond of painting, very fond of art all round, could shoot a little, and was never in

want of anything to do as long as he had a book. But for the earning of money he had no turn whatever. He

was quite sure of himself that he could never earn a shilling. But then on the other hand he was not

extravagant which was almost as good as earning. It was almost incredible; but with his means, limited as

they were to a few hundreds, he did not owe above a thousand pounds a fact which he thought would

Sir Thomas gave him a flat refusal. "I think that I may boast that your daughter's happiness is in my charge,"

said Frank Houston. "Then she must be unhappy," said Sir Thomas. Houston shrugged his shoulders. "A fool

"There isn't another man in the world by whom I would allow her to be spoken of like that," said Houston.

"I regard her as all that is perfect in woman, and you must forgive me if I say that I shall not abandon my suit.

"That is a kind of thing that is never done nowadays never," said Houston, shaking his head.

"Yours and Lady Tringle's, and your daughters', no doubt. At any rate, Sir Thomas, you will think of this

again. I am sure you will think of it again. If you find that your daughter's happiness depends upon it "

"Good morning, Sir Thomas." Then Mr Houston, bowing graciously, left the little back room in Lombard

Street, and, jumping into a cab had himself taken straight away to Queen's Gate.

"Papa is always like that," said Gertrude. On that day Mrs Traffick, with all the boots, had taken herself away

to the small house in Mayfair, and Gertrude, with her mother, had the house to herself. At the present moment

"If he doesn't have too much to eat which disagrees with him he does. He's always better down at

Glenbogie because he's out of doors a good deal, and then he can digest things."

"Then take him down to Glenbogie and let him digest it at once." "Of course we can't go till the 12th. Perhaps

we shall start on the 10th, because the 11th is Sunday. What will you do, Frank?" There had been a whisper

of Frank's going to the Tyrol in August, there to join the Mudbury Docimers, who were his faraway cousins.

Imogene Docimer was a young lady of marvellous beauty not possessed indeed of �120,000 of whom

Gertrude had heard, and was already anxious that her Frank should not go to the Tyrol this year. She was

already aware that her Frank had just an artist's eye for feminine beauty in its various shapes, and thought

that in the present condition of things he would be better at Glenbogie than in the Tyrol.

"I am thinking of wandering away somewhere perhaps to the Tyrol. The Mudbury Docimers are there.

"A lovely creature. Such a turn of the neck! I've promised to make a study of her back head."

"How can I do that when your governor won't let me enter his house door even in London?"

"Well yes I am here. But he told me not. I don't see how I'm to drive in at the gate at Glenbogie with

all my traps, and ask to be shown my room. I have cheek enough for a good deal, my pet."

"I believe you have, Sir cheek enough for anything. But mamma must manage it mamma and me,

between us. Only keep yourself disengaged. You won't go to the Tyrol eh?" Then Frank Houston

promised that he would not go to the Tyrol as long as there was a chance open that he might be invited to

"I won't hear of it," said Sir Thomas to his wife. On that occasion his digestion had perhaps failed him a little.

"Why can't she set her heart on someone who has got a decent income? That man hasn't a shilling."

"Mr Traffick has, at any rate, got an occupation. Were it to do again, Mr Traffick would never see a shilling

of my money. By , those fellows, who haven't got a pound belonging to them, think that they're to live on

"I know what it's for. I'd sooner build a hospital than give it to an idle fellow like that Houston. When I asked

him what he did, he said he was fond of 'picters'!" Sir Thomas would fall back from his usual modes of

"Of course he hasn't been brought up to work. But he is a gentleman, and I do think he would make our girl

"You don't know what you're talking about. How are you to prevent a man from spending his wife's income?"

"At any rate, if you have him down at Glenbogie you can see what sort of a man he is. You don't know him

"That isn't fair to the poor girl. You needn't give your consent to a marriage because he comes to Glenbogie.

You have only to say that you won't give the money and then it must be off. They can't take the money from

you." His digestion could not have been very bad, for he allowed himself to be persuaded that Houston

We shall start for Glenbogie on the 10th of next month. Sir Thomas wishes you to join us on the 20th if you

can, and stay till the end of the month. We shall be a little crowded at first, and therefore cannot name an

I am particularly to warn you that this means nothing more than a simple invitation. I know what passed

between you and Sir Thomas, and he hasn't at all changed his mind. I think it right to tell you this. If you like

At the same time, or within a post of it, he got another letter, which was as follows

Papa, you see, hasn't cut up so very rough, after all. You are to be allowed to come and help to slaughter

grouse, which will be better than going to that stupid Tyrol. If you want to draw somebody's back head you

can do it there. Isn't it a joke papa's giving way like that all in a moment? He gets so fierce sometimes that we

think he's going to eat everybody. Then he has to come down, and he gets eaten worse than anybody else.

Of course, as you're asked to Glenbogie, you can come here as often as you like. I shall ride on Thursday and

Friday. I shall expect you exactly at six, just under the Memorial. You can't come home to dinner, you know,

because he might flare up; but you can turn in at lunch every day you please except Saturday and Sunday. I

Frank Houston as he read this threw himself back on the sofa and gave way to a soft sigh. He knew he was

doing his duty just as another man does who goes forth from his pleasant home to earn his bread and win

his fortune in some dry, comfortless climate, far from the delights to which he has been always accustomed.

He must do his duty. He could not live always adding a hundred or two of debt to the burden already round

his neck. He must do his duty. As he thought of this he praised himself mightily. How beautiful was his

faraway cousin, Imogene Docimer, as she would twist her head round so as to show the turn of her neck!

How delightful it would be to talk love to Imogene! As to marrying Imogene, who hadn't quite so many

hundreds as himself, that he knew to be impossible. As for marriage, he wasn't quite sure that he wanted to

marry anyone. Marriage, to his thinking, was "a sort of grind" at the best. A man would have to get up and go

to bed with some regularity. His wife might want him to come down in a frock coat to breakfast. His wife

would certainly object to his drawing the back heads of other young women. Then he thought of the

provocation he had received to draw Gertrude's back head. Gertrude hadn't got any turn of a neck to speak of.

Gertrude was a stout, healthy girl; and, having �120,000, was entitled to such a husband as himself. If he

waited longer he might be driven to worse before he found the money which was so essentially necessary. He

was grateful to Gertrude for not being worse, and was determined to treat her well. But as for love, romance,

poetry, art all that must for the future be out of the question. Of course, there would now be no difficulty

with Sir Thomas, and therefore he must at once make up his mind. He decided that morning, with many soft

regrets, that he would go to Glenbogie, and let those dreams of wanderings in the mountains of the Tyrol pass

away from him. "Dear, dearest Imogene!" He could have loved Imogene dearly had fates been more

propitious. Then he got up and shook himself, made his resolution like a man, ate a large allowance of curried

salmon for his breakfast and then wrote the following letter. "Duty first!" he said to himself as he sat

So many thanks! Nothing could suit my book so well as a few days at Glenbogie just at the end of August. I

will be there, like a book, on the 20th. Of course I understand all that you say. Fathers can't be expected to

yield all at once, especially when suitors haven't got very much of their own. I shouldn't have dared to ask

hadn't I known myself to be a most moderate man. Of course I shall ask again. If you will help me, no doubt I

Your governor is a brick. Of course, Glenbogie will be better than the Tyrol, as you are to be there. Not but

what the Tyrol is a very jolly place, and we'll go and see it together some day. Ask Tom to let me know

whether one can wear heavy boots in the Glenbogie mountains. They are much the best for the heather; but I

have shot generally in Yorkshire, and there they are too hot. What number does he shoot with generally? I

As for riding, I don't dare to sit upon a horse this weather. Nobody but a woman can stand it. Indeed, now I

think of it, I sold my horse last week to pay the fellow I buy paints from. I've got the saddle and bridle, and if

I stick them up upon a rail, under the trees, it would be better than any horse while the thermometer is near

I hate lunch, because it makes me red in the face, and nobody will give me my breakfast before eleven at the

earliest. But I'll come in about three as often as you like to have me. I think I perhaps shall run over to the

Tyrol after Glenbogie. A man must go somewhere when he has been turned out in that fashion. There are so

many babies at Buncombe Hall! Buncombe Hall is the family seat of the Houstons and I don't like to

Can I do anything for you except riding or eating lunch which are simply feminine exercises?

How pleasant it is that a little strain of thin blood should make the use of that pretty name allowable! What a

stupid world it is when the people who like each other best cannot get together because of proprieties, and

marriages, and such balderdash as we call love. I do not in the least want to be in love with you but I do

want to sit near you, and listen to you, and look at you, and to know that the whole air around is impregnated

by the mysterious odour of your presence. When one is thoroughly satisfied with a woman there comes a

scent as of sweet flowers, which does not reach the senses of those whose feelings are not so awakened.

And now for my news! I suppose that G. T. will in a tremendously short period become Mistress F. H. "A

long day, my Lord." But, if you are to be hung, better be hung at once. Pere Tringle has not consented has

done just the reverse has turned me out of his house, morally. That is, out of his London house. He asked

of my "house and my home", as they did of AllanaDale. Queen Gate and Glenbogie stand fair on the

hill."My home", quoth bold Houston, "shows gallanter still.'Tis the gerret up three pair "

Then he told me roughly to get me gone; but "had laughed on the lass with my bonny black eye." So the next

day I got an invite to Glenbogie, and at the appropriate time in August, She'll go to the mountains to hear a

love tale,And the youth it will be told by is to be your poor unfortunate coz, Frank Houston. Who's going

to whimper? Haven't I known all along what was to come? It has not been my lot in life to see a flower and

pick it because I love it. But a good head of cabbage when you're hungry is wholesome food.

"I shall still make a dash for the Tyrol when this episode at Glenbogie is over."

Some few days after Lady Tringle had been at Kingsbury Crescent, two visitors, who knew little or nothing

of each other, came to see Ayala. One was a lady and the other a gentleman, and the lady came first. The

gentleman, however, arrived before the lady had gone. Mrs Dosett was present while the lady remained; but

when the gentleman came she was invited to leave him alone with her niece as shall be told.

The lady was the Marchesa Baldoni. Can the reader go so far back as to remember the Marchesa Baldoni? It

was she who rather instigated Ayala to be naughty to the Tringles in Rome, and would have Ayala at her

parties when she did not want the Tringles. The Marchesa was herself an Englishwoman, though she had

lived at Rome all her life, and had married an Italian nobleman. She was now in London for a few weeks, and

still bore in mind her friendship for Ayala, and a certain promise she had once made her. In Rome Lady

Tringle, actuated by Augusta, who at the moment was very angry with everybody, including her own lover,

had quarrelled with the Marchesa. The Marchesa had then told Ayala that she, Ayala, must stay with her aunt

must, in fact, cease for the time to come to the Marchesa's apartments, because of the quarrel; but that a

time would come in which they might again be friends. Soon afterwards the Marchesa had heard that the

Tringle family had discarded poor Ayala that her own quarrel had, in fact, extended itself to Ayala, and

that Ayala had been shunted off to a poor relation, far away from all the wealth and luxuries which she had

been allowed to enjoy for so short a time. Therefore, soon after her arrival in London, the Marchesa had made

herself acquainted with the address of the Dosetts, and now was in Kingsbury Crescent in fulfilment of her

"So now you have got our friend Ayala," said the Marchesa with a smile to Mrs Dosett.

"Yes; we have her now. There has been a change. Her sister, Lucy, has gone to my husband's sister, Lady

The Marchesa made a pleasant little bow at each word. She seemed to Mrs Dosett to be very gorgeously

dressed. She was thoroughly well dressed, and looked like a Marchesa or perhaps, even, like a

Marchioness. She was a tall, handsome woman, with a smile perhaps a little too continuously sweet, but with

a look conscious of her own position behind it. She had seen in a moment of what nature was Ayala, how

charming, how attractive, how pretty, how clever how completely the very opposite of the Tringles! Ayala

learned Italian so readily that she could talk it almost at once. She could sing, and play, and draw. The

Marchesa had been quite willing that her own daughter Nina should find a friend in Ayala. Then had come

the quarrel. Now she was quite willing to renew the friendship, though Ayala's position was so sadly altered.

Mrs Dosett was almost frightened as the grand lady sat holding Ayala's hand, and patting it. "We used to

"Nina couldn't come, because her father would make her go with him to the pictures. But now, my dear, you

must come to us just for a little time. We have a furnished house in Brook Street, near the park, till the end of

the season, and we have one small spare room which will just do for you. I hope you will let her come to us,

Mrs Dosett looked black. There are people who always look black when such applications are made to them

who look black at any allusions to pleasures. And then there came across her mind serious thoughts as to

flowers and ribbons and then more serious thoughts as to boots, dresses, and hats. Ayala, no doubt, had

come there less than six months since with good store of everything; but Mrs Dosett knew that such a house

as would be that of this lady would require a girl to show herself with the newest sheen on everything. And

Ayala knew it too. The Marchesa turned from the blackness of Mrs Dosett's face with her sweetest smile to

Ayala looked furtively round to her aunt. "I suppose I may tell, Aunt Margaret?" she said.

"What does that matter?" said the Marchesa, brightening up. "We want you because you are rich in good gifts

and pretty ways." "But I can't get new frocks now as I used to do in Rome. Aunt Emmeline was cruel to me,

and said things which I could not bear. But they let me have everything. Uncle Reginald gives me all that he

has, and I am much happier here. But we cannot go out and buy things can we, Aunt Margaret?"

"It does not signify," said the Marchesa. "We are quite quiet, and what you have got will do very well.

Frocks! The frocks you had in Rome are good enough for London. I won't have a word of all that. Nina has

set her heart upon it, and so has my husband, and so have I. Mrs Dosett, when we are at home we are the

most homely people in the world. We think nothing of dressing. Not to come and see your old friends

because of your frocks! We shall send for you the day after tomorrow. Don't you know, Mrs Dosett, it will do

her good to be with her young friend for a few days." Mrs Dosett had not succeeded in her remonstrances

when Sir Thomas Tringle was shown into the room, and then the Marchesa took her leave. For Sir Thomas

"If you wouldn't mind, Mrs Dosett," said Sir Thomas before he sat down, "I should like to see Ayala alone."

Mrs Dosett had not a word to say against such a request, and at once took her leave.

"My dear," he began, coming and sitting opposite to Ayala, with his knees almost touching her, "I have got

something very particular to say to you." Ayala was at once much frightened. Her uncle had never before

spoken to her in this way had never in truth said a word to her seriously. He had always been kind to her,

making her presents, and allowing himself to be kissed graciously morning and evening. He had never

scolded her, and, better than all, had never said a word to her, one way or the other, about Tom. She had

always liked her uncle, because he had never caused her trouble when all the others in his house had been

troublesome to her. But now she was afraid of him. He did not frown, but he looked very seriously at her, as

he might look, perhaps, when he was counting out all his millions in Lombard Street. "I hope you think that I

"When you had come to us I always wished you to stay. I don't like changes of this sort. I suppose you didn't

"Aunt Emmeline said something." That accusation, as to "encouragement", so rankled in her heart, that when

she looked back at her grievances among the Tringles that always loomed the largest.

"I don't want to hear anything about it," said Sir Thomas. "Let bygones be bygones. Your aunt, I am sure,

"Your Cousin Tom ." Ayala gave a visible shudder, and uttered an audible groan, but as yet she did not

say a word. Sir Thomas, having seen the shudder, and heard the groan, did frown as he began again. "Your

"Listen to me, and then I will hear anything you have to say." "I will," said Ayala, screwing up her lips, so

that no words should come out of them, let the provocation be what it might. Sir Thomas began again. "Your

Cousin Tom is most truly attached to you. For some time I and his mother disapproved of this. We thought

you were both too young, and there were other reasons which I need not now mention. But when I came to

see how thoroughly he was in earnest, how he put his heart into it, how the very fact that he loved you had

made a man of him; then how the fact that you would not return his love unmanned him when I saw all

that, I gave my permission." Here he paused, almost as though expecting a word; but Ayala gave an

additional turn to the screw on her lips, and remained quite silent. "Yes; we gave our permission I and

your aunt. Of course, our son's happiness is all in all to us; and I do believe that you are so good that you

"Listen till I have done, Ayala." Then there was another squeeze. "I suppose you are what they call romantic.

Romance, my dear, won't buy bread and butter. Tom is a very good young man, and he loves you most

dearly. If you will consent to be his I will make a rich man of him. He will then be a respectable man of

business, and will become a partner in the house. You and he can choose a place to live in almost where you

please. You can have your own establishment and your carriage, and will be able to do a deal of good. You

will make him happy, and you will be my dear child. I have come here to tell you that I will make you

welcome into the family, and to promise that I will do everything I can to make you happy. Now you may say

Ayala thought a little not as to what she should say, but as to the words in which she might say it. She was

conscious that a great compliment was paid to her. And there was a certain pride in her heart as she thought

that this invitation into the family had come to her after that ignominious accusation of encouragement had

been made. Augusta had snubbed her about Tom, and her aunt; but now she was asked to come among them,

and be one of them, with full observances. She was aware of all this, and aware, also, that such treatment

required from her a gracious return. But not on that account could she give herself to the Beast. Not on that

account could she be untrue to her image. Not on that account could she rob her bosom of that idea of love

which was seated there. Not on that account could she look upon the marriage proposed to her with aught but

a shuddering abhorrence. She sat silent for a minute or two, while her heavy eyes were fixed upon his. Then,

falling on her knees before him, she put up her little hands to pray to him. "Uncle Tom, I can't," she said. And

"Why can't you, Ayala? Why cannot you be sensible, as other girls are?" said Sir Thomas, lifting her up, and

"Because I can't. I don't know what I say, but I can't. I know how very, very, very good you are."

"But I can't, Uncle Tom. Pray tell him, and make him get somebody else. He would be quite happy if he

"But what's the use of it, when I can't? Dear, dear Uncle Tom, do have it all settled for me. Nothing on earth

"I do so want not to make you angry, Uncle Tom. And I do so wish he would be happy with someone else.

It was in vain that even after this he continued his request, begging her to come down to Glenbogie, so that

she might make herself used to Tom and his ways. If she could only once more, he thought, be introduced to

the luxuries of a rich house, then she would give way. But she would not go to Glenbogie,; she would not go

to Merle Park; she would not consent to see Tom anywhere. Her uncle told her that she was romantic and

foolish, endeavouring to explain to her over and over again that the good things of the world were too good to

be thrown away for a dream. At last there was a touch of dignity in the final repetition of her refusal. "I am

sorry to make you angry, but I can't, Uncle Tom." Then he frowned with all his power of frowning, and,

At the time fixed the Marchesa's carriage came, and Ayala with her boxes was taken away to Brook Street.

Uncle Reginald had offered to do something for her in the way of buying a frock, but this she refused,

declaring that she would not allow herself to become an expense merely because her friends in Rome had

been kind to her. So she had packed up the best of what she had and started, with her heart in her mouth,

fearing the grandeur of the Marchesa's house. On her arrival she was received by Nina, who at once threw

herself into all her old intimacy. "Oh, Ayala," she said, "this is so nice to have you again. I have been looking

"But why did you tell mamma you would not come? What nonsense to talk to her about frocks! Why not

Then Ayala began to explain the great difference between Uncle Tom and Uncle Reginald how Uncle

Tom had so many thousands that nobody could count them, how Uncle Reginald was so shorn in his

hundreds that there was hardly enough to supply the necessaries of life. "You see," she said, "when papa died

Lucy and I were divided. I got the rich uncle, and Lucy got the poor one; but I made myself disagreeable, and

"But why did you make yourself disagreeable?" said Nina, opening her eyes. "I remember when we were at

Rome your cousin Augusta was always quarrelling with you. I never quite knew what it was all about."

Then it occurred to Ayala that she might tell the whole story to her friend, and she told it. She explained the

nature of that great persecution as to Tom. "And that was the real reason why we were changed," said Ayala,

"Well, I don't know. I suppose he was after his way. I don't think louts like that can be very much in love to

signify. Young men when they look like that would do with one girl as well as another."

"I am sure he would if he'd only try. At any rate what's the good of his going on? They can't make a girl

"Never," said Ayala, with an impressive whisper. "I will never think about it again. If he were made of

"Well, yes. No; it is very hard to explain. Aunt Emmeline told me that that I encouraged him. I thought I

should have rushed out of the house when she said that. Then I had to be changed. I don't know whether they

"It is different now," said Ayala, softly. "Only that it can't make any real difference."

"They'd let me come if I would, I suppose; but I shall never, never go to them any more."

"Because he is a lout and a beast," said Ayala, jumping up. "I wonder you should ask me as if that had

anything to do with it. Would you fall in love with a lout because you had no one else? I would rather live for

ever all alone, even in Kingsbury Crescent, than have to think of becoming the wife of my cousin Tom." At

this Nina shrugged her shoulders, showing that her education in Italy had been less romantic than that

But, though Nina differed somewhat from Ayala as to their ideas as to life in general, they were close friends,

and everything was done both by the Marchesa and by her daughter to make Ayala happy. There was not

very much of going into grand society, and that difficulty about the dresses solved itself, as do other

difficulties. There came a few presents, with entreaties from Ayala that presents of that kind might not be

made. But the presents were, of course, accepted, and our girl was as prettily arrayed, if not as richly, as the

best around her. At first there was an evening at the opera, and then a theatre diversions which are easy.

Ayala, after her six dull months in Kingsbury Crescent, found herself well pleased to be taken to easy

amusements. The carriage in the park was delightful to her, and delightful a visit which was made to her by

Lucy. For the Tringle carriage could be spared for a visit in Brook Street, even though there was still a

remembrance in the bosom of Aunt Emmeline of the evil things which had been done by the Marchesa in

Rome. Then there came a dance which was not so easy. The Marchesa and Nina were going to a dance at

Lady Putney's, and arrangements were made that Ayala should be taken. Ayala begged that there might be no

arrangements, declared that she would be quite happy to see Nina go forth in her finery. But the Marchesa

was a woman who always had her way, and Ayala was taken to Lady Putney's dance without a suspicion on

the part of any who saw her that her ballroom apparatus was not all that it ought to be.

Ayala when she entered the room was certainly a little bashful. When in Rome, even in the old days at the

bijou, when she did not consider herself to be quite out, she had not been at all bashful. She had been able to

enjoy herself entirely, being very fond of dancing, conscious that she could dance well, and always having

plenty to say for herself. But now there had settled upon her something of the tedium, something of the

silence, of Kingsbury Crescent, and she almost felt that she would not know how to behave herself if she

were asked to stand up and dance before all Lady Putney's world. In her first attempt she certainly was not

successful. An elderly gentleman was brought up to her a gentleman whom she afterwards declared to be

a hundred, and who was, in truth, over forty, and with him she manoeuvred gently through a quadrille. He

asked her two or three questions to which she was able to answer only in monosyllables. Then he ceased his

questions, and the manoeuvres were carried on in perfect silence. Poor Ayala did not attribute any blame to

the man. It was all because she had been six months in Kingsbury Crescent. Of course this aged gentleman, if

he wanted to dance, would have a partner chosen for him out of Kingsbury Crescent. Conversation was not to

be expected from a gentleman who was made to stand up with Kingsbury Crescent. Any powers of talking

that had ever belonged to herself had of course evaporated amidst the gloom of Kingsbury Crescent. After

this she was returned speedily to the wings of the Marchesa, and during the next dance sat in undisturbed

peace. Then suddenly, when the Marchesa had for a moment left her, and when Nina had just been taken

away to join a set, she saw the man of silence coming to her from a distance, with an evident intention of

asking her to stand up again. It was in his eye, in his toe, as he came bowing forward. He had evidently

learned to suppose that they two outcasts might lessen their miseries by joining them together. She was to

dance with him because no one else would ask her! She had plucked up her spirit and resolved that, desolate

as she might be, she would not descend so far as that, when, in a moment, another gentleman sprang in, as it

were, between her and her enemy, and addressed her with free and easy speech as though he had known her

all her life. "You are Ayala Dormer, I am sure," said he. She looked up into his face and nodded her head at

him in her own peculiar way. She was quite sure that she had never set her eyes on him before. He was so

ugly that she could not have forgotten him. So at least she told herself. He was very, very ugly, but his voice

was very pleasant. "I knew you were, and I am Jonathan Stubbs. So now we are introduced, and you are to

She had heard the name of Jonathan Stubbs. She was sure of that, although she could not at the moment join

any facts with the name. "But I don't know you," she said, hesitating. Though he was so ugly he could not but

be better than that ancient dancer whom she saw standing at a distance, looking like a dog that has been

"Yes, you do," said Jonathan Stubbs, "and if you'll come and dance I'll tell you about it. The Marchesa told

me to take you." "Did she?" said Ayala, getting up, and putting her little hand upon his arm.

"I'll go and fetch her if you like; only she's a long way off, and we shall lose our place. She's my aunt."

"Oh," said, Ayala, quite satisfied remembering now that she had heard her friend Nina boast of a Colonel

cousin, who was supposed to be the youngest Colonel in the British army, who had done some wonderful

thing taken a new province in India, or marched across Africa, or defended the Turks or perhaps

conquered them. She knew that he was very brave but why was he so very ugly? His hair was ruby red,

and very short; and he had a thick red beard: not silky, but bristly, with each bristle almost a dagger and

his mouth was enormous. His eyes were very bright, and there was a smile about him, partly of fun, partly of

good humour. But his mouth! And then that bristling beard! Ayala was half inclined to like him, because he

was so completely master of himself, so unlike the unhappy ancient gentleman who was still hovering at a

"Then come and walk about and I'll tell you. Then we shall be ready for a waltz. Do you waltz well?"

"I'll back myself against any Englishman, Frenchman, German, or Italian, for a large sum of money. I can't

come quite up to the Poles. The fact is, the honester the man is the worse he always dances. Yes; I see what

you mean. I must be a rogue. Perhaps I am perhaps I'm only an exception. I knew your father."

"Yes, I did. He was down at Stalham with the Alburys once. That was five years ago, and he told me he had a

"There's a prejudice about Jonathan, as there is about Jacob and Jonah. I never could quite tell why. I was

going to marry a girl once with a hundred thousand pounds, and she wouldn't have me at last because she

"Awfully! But she couldn't bear the name; so within three months she gave herself and all her money to Mr

Montgomery Talbot de Montpellier. He got drunk, and threw her out of the window before a month was over.

That's what comes of going in for sweet names." "I don't believe a word of it," said Ayala.

"I know all about it," said the Colonel. "You quarrelled with Augusta down in Scotland, and you don't like

"And then your cousin was jealous because you went to the top of St Peter's, and because you would walk

"And then you quarrelled with one set of uncles and aunts, and now you live with another."

"Yes; he was ever so good to me in Rome about a horse; I like Tom Tringle in spite of his chains. Don't you

think, upon the whole, if that young lady had put up with Jonathan she would have done better than marry

Thereupon Ayala got up and danced with him for the next ten minutes. Again and again before the evening

was over she danced with him; and although, in the course of the night, many other partners had offered

themselves, and many had been accepted, she felt that Colonel Jonathan Stubbs had certainly been the partner

of the evening. Why should he be so hideously ugly? said Ayala to herself, as she wished him goodnight

"What do you think of my nephew?" asked the Marchesa, when they were in the carriage together.

"Nina, don't be foolish. Jonathan is one of the most rising officers in the British service, and luckily he can be

"I declare," said Nina, "sometimes, when he is talking, I think him perfectly lovely. The fire comes out of his

eyes, and he rubs his old red hairs about till they sparkle. Then he shines all over like a carbuncle, and every

"No, I did not," said Ayala. "I liked him very much, but I thought him very ugly. Was it true about the young

lady who married Mr Montgomery de Montpellier and was thrown out of a window a week afterwards?"

"There is one other thing I must tell you about Jonathan," said Nina. "You must not believe a word that he

"That I deny," said the Marchesa; "but here we are. And now, girls, get out of the carriage and go up to bed at

Ayala, before she went to sleep, and again when she woke in the morning, thought a great deal about her new

friend. As to shining like a carbuncle perhaps he did, but that was not her idea of manly beauty. And hair

ought not to sparkle. She was sure that Colonel Stubbs was very, very ugly. She was almost disposed to think

that he was the ugliest man she had ever seen. He certainly was a great deal worse than her cousin Tom, who,

after all, was not particularly ugly. But, nevertheless, she would very much rather dance with Colonel Stubbs.

She was sure of that, even without reference to Tom's objectionable lovemaking. Upon the whole she liked

dancing with Colonel Stubbs, ugly as he was. Indeed, she liked him very much. She had spent a very pleasant

evening because he had been there. "It all depends upon whether anyone has anything to say." That was the

determination to which she came when she endeavoured to explain to herself how it had come to pass that she

had liked dancing with anybody so very hideous. The Angel of Light would of course have plenty to say for

himself, and would be something altogether different in appearance. He would be handsome or rather,

intensely interesting, and his talk would be of other things. He would not say of himself that he danced as

well as though he were a rogue, or declare that a lady had been thrown out of a window the week after she

was married. Nothing could be more unlike an Angel of Light than Colonel Stubbs unless, perhaps, it

were Tom Tringle. Colonel Stubbs, however, was completely unangelic so much so that the marvel was

that he should yet be so pleasant. She had no horror of Colonel Stubbs at all. She would go anywhere with

Colonel Stubbs, and feel herself to be quite safe. She hoped she might meet him again very often. He was, as

it were, the Genius of Comedy, without a touch of which life would be very dull. But the Angel of Light must

have something tragic in his composition must verge, at any rate, on tragedy. Ayala did not know that

beautiful description of a "Sallow, sublime, sort of Wertherfaced man," but I fear that in creating her Angel

Days went on, till the last day of Ayala's visit had come, and it was necessary that she should go back to

Kingsbury Crescent. It was now August, and everybody was leaving town. The Marchesa and Nina were

going to their relations, the Alburys, at Stalham, and could not, of course, take Ayala with them. The Dosetts

would remain in town for another month, with a distant hope of being able to run down to Pegwell Bay for a

fortnight in September. But even that had not yet been promised. Colonel Stubbs had been more than once at

the house in Brook Street, and Ayala had come to know him almost as she might some great tame dog. It was

now the afternoon of the last day, and she was sorry because she would not be able to see him again. She was

to be taken to the theatre that night and then to Kingsbury Crescent and the realms of Lethe early on the

It was very hot, and they were sitting with the shutters nearly closed, having resolved not to go out, in order

that they might be ready for the theatre when the door was opened and Tom Tringle was announced. Tom

Tringle had come to call on his cousin. "Lady Baldoni," he said, "I hope you won't think me intrusive, but I

thought I'd come and see my cousin once whilst she is staying here." The Marchesa bowed, and assured him

"I find it quite impossible to walk a yard," said Tom, "and therefore I've hired a hansom cab all to myself.

The man goes home and changes his horse regularly when I go to dinner; then he comes for me at ten, and

sticks to me till I go to bed. I call that a very good plan." Nina asked him why he didn't drive the cab himself.

"That would be a grind," said he, "because it would be so hot all day, and there might be rain at night. Have

you read what my brotherinlaw, Traffick, said in the House last night, my Lady?"

"I'm afraid I passed it over," said the Marchesa. "Indeed, I am not very good at the debates."

"They are dull," said Tom, "but when it's one's brotherinlaw, one does like to look at it. I thought he made

"Well, it means beer," said Tom. "The question is whether the poor man pays it who drinks the beer, or the

farmer who grows the malt. It is very interesting when you come to think of it." "But I fear I never have come

to think of it," said the Marchesa. During all this time Ayala never said a word, but sat looking at her cousin,

and remembering how much better Colonel Jonathan Stubbs would have talked if he had been there. Then,

after a pause, Tom got up, and took his leave, having to content himself with simply squeezing his cousin's

hand as he left the room. "He is a lout," said Ayala, as soon as she knew that the door was closed behind him.

Then the Marchesa preached a little sermon. "Colonel Stubbs, my dear," she said, "happens to have been

thrown a good deal about the world, and has thus been able to pick up that easy mode of talking which young

ladies like, perhaps because it means nothing. Your cousin is a man of business, and will probably have

amassed a large fortune when my poor nephew will be a donothing old general on halfpay. His chatter will

"Never mind, my dear. I do not like to hear a young man called a lout because he's more like a man of

business than a man of pleasure." Ayala felt herself to be snubbed, but was not a whit the less sure that Tom

was a lout, and the Colonel an agreeable partner to dance with. But at the same time she remembered that

neither the one nor the other was to be spoken of in the same breath, or thought of in the same spirit, as the

Angel of Light. When they were dressed, and just going to dinner, the ugly man with the red head was

announced, and declared his purpose of going with them to the theatre. "I've been to the office," said he, "and

got a stall next to yours, and have managed it all. It now only remains that you should give me some dinner

and a seat in the carriage." Of course he was told that there was no dinner sufficient for a man to eat; but he

put up with a feminine repast, and spent the whole of the evening sitting next to his aunt, on a back tier, while

the two girls were placed in front. In this way, leaning forward, with his ugly head between them, he acted as

a running chorus to the play during the whole performance. Ayala thoroughly enjoyed herself, and thought

that in all her experience no play she'd seen had ever been so delightful. On their return home the two girls

were both told to go to bed in the Marchesa's goodnatured authoritative tone; but, nevertheless, Ayala did

manage to say a word before she finally adjusted herself on her pillow. "It is all very well, Nina, for your

mamma to say that a young man of business is the best; but I do know a lout when I see him; and I am quite

"I should as soon think of falling in love with a wild bear but he's not a lout, and therefore I like him."

It was just before the Tringles had returned from Rome, during the winter, that Lucy Dormer had met Mr

Hamel in Kensington Gardens for the second time, had walked there with him perhaps for half an hour, and

had then retumed home with a conviction that she had done a wicked thing. But she had other convictions

also, which were perhaps stronger. "Now that we have met, am I to lose you again?" he had said. What could

he mean by losing except that she was the one thing which he desired to find? But she had not seen him since,

or heard a word of his whereabouts, although, as she so well remembered, she had given him an address at

her Aunt Emmeline's not knowing then that it would be her fate to become a resident in her Aunt

Emmeline's house. She had told him that Ayala would live there, and that perhaps she might sometimes be

found visiting Ayala. Now, she was herself filling Ayala's place, and might so easily have been found. But

she knew nothing of the man who had once asked whether he was "to lose her again". Her own feelings about

Isadore Hamel were clear enough to herself now. Ayala in her hot humour had asked her whether she could

give her hand and her heart to such a one as their cousin Tom, and she had found herself constrained to say

that she could not do so, because she was not free not quite free to do as she pleased with her hand and

her heart. She had striven hard not to acknowledge anything, even to Ayala even to herself. But the words

had been forced from her, and now she was conscious, terribly conscious, that the words were true. There

could be no one else now, whether Tom or another whether such as Tom or such as any other. It was just

that little word that had won her. "Am I to lose you again?" A girl loves most often because she is loved

not from choice on her part. She is won by the flattery of the man's desire. "Am I to lose you again?" He had

seemed to throw all his soul into his voice and into his eyes as he had asked the question. A sudden thrill had

filled her, and, for his sake for his sake she had hoped that she might not be lost to him. Now she

Something has been told of the relations between Isadore Hamel and his father. They were both sculptors, the

father having become a successful artist. The father was liberal, but he was essentially autocratic. If he

supplied to his son the means of living and he was willing to supply the means of a very comfortable life

he expected that his son should live to some extent in accordance with his fancies. The father wished his

son to live in Rome, and to live after the manner of Romans. Isadore would prefer to live in London, and after

the manner of Londoners. For a time he had been allowed to do so, and had achieved a moderate success. But

a young artist may achieve a moderate success with a pecuniary result that shall be almost less than moderate.

After a while the sculptor in Rome had told his son that if he intended to remain in London he ought to do so

on the independent proceeds of his own profession. Isadore, if he would return to Rome, would be made

welcome to join his affairs to those of his father. In other words, he was to be turned adrift if he remained in

London, and petted with every luxury if he would consent to follow his art in Italy. But in Rome the father

lived after a fashion which was distasteful to the son. Old Mr Hamel had repudiated all conventions.

Conventions are apt to go very quickly, one after another, when the first has been thrown aside. The man who

ceases to dress for dinner soon finds it to be a trouble to wash his hands. A house is a bore. Calling is a bore.

Church is a great bore. A family is a bore. A wife is an unendurable bore. All laws are bores, except those by

which inferiors can be constrained to do their work. Mr Hamel had got rid of a great many bores, and had a

strong opinion that bores prevailed more mightily in London than in Rome. Isadore was not a bore to him. He

was always willing to have Isadore near to him. But if Isadore chose to enter the conventional mode of life he

must do it at his own expense. It may be said at once that Isadore's present view of life was very much

influenced by Lucy Dormer, and by a feeling that she certainly was conventional. A small house, very prettily

furnished, somewhat near the Fulham Road, or perhaps verging a little towards South Kensington, with two

maids, and perhaps an additional one as nurse in the process of some months, with a pleasant English

breakfast and a pleasant English teapot in the evening, afforded certainly a very conventional aspect of life.

But, at the present moment, it was his aspect, and therefore he could not go upon all fours with his father. In

this state of things there had, during the last twelvemonth, been more than one journey made to Rome and

back. Ayala had seen him at Rome, and Lady Tringle, remembering that the man had been intimate with her

brother, was afraid of him. They had made inquiry about him, and had fully resolved that he should not be

allowed into the house if he came after Ayala. He had no mother to speak of; and he had little brothers

and sisters, who also had no mother to speak of. Mr Hamel, the father, entertained friends on Sunday, with

the express object of playing cards. That a Papist should do so was to be borne but Mr Hamel was not a

Papist, and, therefore, would certainly be . All this and much more had been learned at Rome, and

therefore Lucy, though she herself never mentioned Mr Hamel's name in Queen's Gate, heard evil things said

It was the custom of her life to be driven out every day with her aunt and Gertrude. Not to be taken two or

three times round the park would be to Lady Tringle to rob her of the best appreciated of all those gifts of

fortune which had come to her by reason of the banker's wealth. It was a stern law and as stern a law that

Lucy should accompany her. Gertrude, as being an absolute daughter of the house, and as having an almost

acknowledged lover of her own, was allowed some choice. But for Lucy there was no alternative. Why

should she not go and be driven? Two days before they left town she was being driven, while her aunt was

sitting almost in a slumber beside her, when suddenly a young man, leaning over the railings, took off his hat

so close to Lucy that she could almost have put out her hand to him. He was standing there all alone, and

seemed simply to be watching the carriages as they passed. She felt that she blushed as she bowed to him,

and saw also that the colour had risen to his face. Then she turned gently round to her aunt, whom she hoped

to find still sleeping; but Aunt Emmeline could slumber with one eye open. "Who was that young man, my

"Mr Isadore Hamel!" said Aunt Emmeline, horrified. "Is that the young man at Rome who has got the

"I do not know his father," said Lucy; "but he does live at Rome." "Of course, it is the Mr Hamel I mean. He

scraped some acquaintance with Ayala, but I would not have it for a moment. He is not at all the sort of

person any young girl ought to know. His father is a horrible man. I hope he is no friend of yours, Lucy!"

"He is a friend of mine." Lucy said this in a tone of voice which was very seldom heard from her, but which,

when heard, was evidence that beneath the softness of her general manner there lay a will of her own.

"Then, my dear, I hope that such friendship may be discontinued as long as you remain with us."

"That's all very well. I suppose artists must know artists, even though they are disreputable."

Aunt Emmeline, as she heard this, could almost fancy that she was renewing one of her difficulties with

Ayala. "My dear," she said and she intended to be very impressive as she spoke "in a matter such as

this I must beg you to be guided by me. You must acknowledge that I know the world better than you do. Mr

Hamel is not a fit person to be acquainted with a young lady who occupies the place of my daughter. I am

sure that will be sufficient." Then she leant back in the carriage, and seemed again to slumber; but she still

had one eye open, so that if Mr Hamel should appear again at any corner and venture to raise his hand she

might be aware of the impropriety. But on that day Mr Hamel did not appear again.

Lucy did not speak another word during the drive, and on reaching the house went at once to her bedroom.

While she had been out with her aunt close to her, and while it had been possible that the man she loved

should appear again, she had been unable to collect her thoughts or to make up her mind what she would do

or say. One thing simply was certain to her, that if Mr Hamel should present himself again to her she would

not desert him. All that her aunt had said to her as to improprieties and the like had no effect at all upon her.

The man had been welcomed at her father's house, had been allowed there to be intimate with her, and was

now, as she was well aware, much dearer to her than any other human being. Nor for all the Aunt Emmelines

When she was alone she discussed the matter with herself. It was repugnant to her that there should be any

secret on the subject between herself and her aunt after what had been said much more that there should

be any deceit. "Mr Hamel is not fit to be acquainted with a lady who occupies the position of my daughter." It

was thus that her aunt had spoken. To this the proper answer seemed to be seemed at least to Lucy "In

that case, my dear aunt, I cannot for a moment longer occupy the position of your daughter, as I certainly am

acquainted and shall remain acquainted with Mr Hamel." But to such speech as this on her own part there

were two impediments. In the first place it would imply that Mr Hamel was her lover for implying which

Mr Hamel had given her no authority; and then what should she immediately do when she had thus

obstinately declared herself to be unfit for that daughter's position which she was supposed now to occupy?

With all her firmness of determination she could not bring herself to tell her aunt that Mr Hamel was her

lover. Not because it was not as yet true. She would have been quite willing that her aunt should know the

exact truth, if the exact truth could be explained. But how could she convey to such a one as Aunt Emmeline

the meaning of those words "Am I to lose you again?" How could she make her aunt understand that she

held herself to be absolutely bound, as by a marriage vow, by such words as those words in which there

was no promise, even had they come from some fitting suitor, but which would be regarded by Aunt

Emmeline as being simply impertinent coming as they did from such a one as Isadore Hamel. It was quite out

of the question to tell all that to Aunt Emmeline, but yet it was necessary that something should be told. She

had been ordered to drop her acquaintance with Isadore, and it was essential that she should declare that she

would do nothing of the kind. She would not recognise such obedience as a duty on her part. The friendship

had been created by her father, to whom her earlier obedience had been due. It might be that, refusing to

render such obedience, her aunt and her uncle might tell her that there could be no longer shelter for her in

that house. They could not cherish and foster a disobedient child. If it must be so, it must. Though there

should be no home left to her in all the wide world she would not accept an order which should separate her

from the man she loved. She must simply tell her aunt that she could not drop Mr Hamel's acquaintance

Early on the next morning she did so. "Are you aware", said Aunt Emmeline, with a severe face, "that he is

illegitimate?" Lucy blushed, but made no answer. "Is he is he engaged to you?" "No," said Lucy,

"Then what is it?" asked Lady Tringle, in a tone which was intended to signify that as nothing of that kind

"My dear, what can that matter? Your poor papa has gone, and you are in my charge and your uncle's. Surely

you cannot object to choose your friends as we should wish. Mr Hamel is a gentleman of whom we do not

approve. You cannot have seen very much of him, and it would be very easy for you, should he bow to you

"I do like to see Mr Hamel, and I feel almost sure that he will come and call here now that he has seen me.

"Yes, I did, Aunt Emmeline. I thought Aunt Margaret would not like him to come to Kingsbury Crescent,

Then Lady Tringle was really angry. It was not only that her house should have been selected for so improper

a use but that Lucy should have shown a fear and a respect for Mrs Dosett which had not been accorded to

herself. It was shocking to her pride that that should have appeared to be easy of achievement at Queen's Gate

which was too wicked to be attempted at Kingsbury Crescent. And then the thing which had been done

seemed in itself to her to be so horrible! This girl, when living under the care of her aunt, had made an

appointment with an improper young man at the house of another aunt! Any appointment made by a young

lady with a young man must, as she thought, be wrong. She began to be aghast at the very nature of the girl

who could do such a thing, and on reflecting that that girl was at present under her charge as an adopted

"Do you mean to say that he is to come here to this house whether I and your uncle like it or not?"

"He will come," said Lucy; "I am sure he will come. Now he has seen me he will come at once."

"Because," said Lucy and then she paused; "because . It is very hard to tell you, Aunt Emmeline."

"Why should he come so quickly?" demanded Aunt Emmeline again. "Because . Though he has said

nothing to me such as that you mean," stammered out Lucy, determined to tell the whole truth, "I believe that

"And you would consent to be his wife after what I've told you?" "Yes," said Lucy, "I should."

"Then it must not be in this house. That is all. I will not have him here on any pretence whatsoever."

"I thought not, Aunt Emmeline, and therefore I have told you." "Do you mean that you will make an

appointment with him elsewhere?" "Certainly not. I have not in fact ever made an appointment with him. I do

not know his address. Till yesterday I thought that he was in Rome. I never had a line from him in my life,

and of course have never written to him." Upon hearing all this Lady Tringle sat in silence, not quite knowing

how to carry on the conversation. The condition of Lucy's mind was so strange to her, that she felt herself to

be incompetent to dictate. She could only resolve that under no circumstances should the objectionable man

be allowed into her house. "Now, Aunt Emmeline," said Lucy, "I have told you everything. Of course you

have a right to order, but I also have some right. You told me I was to drop Mr Hamel, but I cannot drop him.

If he comes in my way I certainly shall not drop him. If he comes here I shall see him if I can. If you and

Uncle Tom choose to turn me out, of course you can do so." "I shall tell your uncle all about it," said Aunt

Emmeline, angrily, "and then you will hear what he says." And so the conversation was ended.

At that moment Sir Thomas was, of course, in the City managing his millions, and as Lucy herself had

suggested that Mr Hamel might not improbably call on that very day, and as she was quite determined that

Mr Hamel should not enter the doors of the house in Queen's Gate, it was necessary that steps should be

taken at once. Some hours afterwards Mr Hamel did call and asked for Miss Dormer. The door was opened

by a wellappointed footman, who, with lugubrious face with a face which spoke much more eloquently

than his words declared that Miss Dormer was not at home. In answer to further inquiries he went on to

express an opinion that Miss Dormer never would be at home from all which it may be seen that Aunt

Emmeline had taken strong measures to carry out her purpose. Hamel, when he heard his fate thus plainly

spoken from the man's mouth, turned away, not doubting its meaning. He had seen Lucy's face in the park,

and had seen also Lady Tringle's gesture after his greeting. That Lady Tringle should not be disposed to

When Lucy went to bed that night she did not doubt that Mr Hamel had called, and that he had been turned

When the time came, all the Tringles, together with the Honourable Mrs Traffick, started for Glenbogie. Aunt

Emmeline had told Sir Thomas all Lucy's sins, but Sir Thomas had not made so much of them as his wife had

expected. "It wouldn't be a bad thing to have a husband for Lucy," said Sir Thomas.

"I don't know that he makes anything. And then think of his father! He is illegitimate!" Sir Thomas

seemed rather to sneer at this. "And if you knew the way the old man lives in Rome! He plays cards all

Sunday!" Again Sir Thomas sneered. Sir Thomas was fairly submissive to the conventionalities himself, but

did not think that they ought to stand in the way of a provision for a young lady who had no provision of her

"Certainly not, if he makes nothing by his profession. A good deal, I think, depends upon that." Then nothing

further was said, but Lucy was not told her uncle's opinion on the matter, as had been promised. When she

went down to Glenbogie she only knew that Mr Hamel was considered to be by far too black a sheep to be

admitted into her aunt's presence, and that she must regard herself as separated from the man as far as any

separation could be effected by her present protectors. But if he would be true to her, as to a girl whom he

had a short time since so keenly rejoiced in "finding again," she was quite sure that she could be true to him.

On the day fixed, the 20th of August, Mr Houston arrived at Glenbogie, with boots and stockings and

ammunition, such as Tom had recommended when interrogated on those matters by his sister, Gertrude. "I

travelled down with a man I think you know," he said to Lucy "at any rate your sister does, because I saw

him with her at Rome." The man turned out to be Isadore Hamel. "I didn't like to ask him whether he was

"Certainly not," said Gertrude, who was quite prepared to take up the cudgels on her mother's behalf against

"He said something about another man he used to know at Rome, before you came. He was a nephew of that

"She was a lady we didn't like a bit too well," said Gertrude. "A very stuckup sort of person, who did all she

"Ayala has just been staying with her," said Lucy. "She has been very kind to Ayala."

"We have nothing to do with that now," said Aunt Emmeline. "Ayala can stay with whom she and her aunt

"He seemed to be a friend of the Marchesa's nephew," continued Houston "one Colonel Stubbs. We used

to see him at Rome, and a most curious man he is. His name is Jonathan, and I don't suppose that any man

was ever seen so red before. He is shooting somewhere, and Hamel seems to be going to join him. I thought

he might have been coming here afterwards, as you all were in Rome together." "Certainly he is not coming

here," said Aunt Emmeline. "And as for Colonel Stubbs, I never heard of him before."

A week of the time allotted to Frank Houston had gone before he had repeated a word of his suit to Sir

Thomas. But with Gertrude every opportunity had been allowed him, and by the rest of the family they had

been regarded as though they were engaged. Mr Traffick, who was now at Glenbogie, in accordance with the

compact made with him, did not at first approve of Frank Houston. He had insinuated to Lady Tringle, and

had said very plainly to Augusta, that he regarded a young man, without any employment and without any

income, as being quite unfit to marry. "If he had a seat in the House it would be quite a different thing," he

had said to Augusta. But his wife had snubbed him; telling him, almost in so many words, that if Gertrude

was determined to have her way in opposition to her father she certainly would not be deterred by her

brotherinlaw. "It's nothing to me," Mr Traffick had then said; "the money won't come out of my pocket;

but when a man has nothing else to do he is sure to spend all that he can lay his hands upon." After that,

however, he withdrew his opposition, and allowed it to be supposed that he was ready to receive Frank

The time was running by both with Houston, the expectant soninlaw, and with Mr Traffick, who had

achieved his position, and both were aware that no grace would be allowed to them beyond that which had

been promised. Frank had fully considered the matter, and was quite resolved that it would be unmanly in

him to run after his cousin Imogene, in the Tyrol, before he had performed his business. One day, therefore,

after having returned from the daily allowance of slaughter, he contrived to find Sir Thomas in the solitude of

his own room, and again began to act the part of AllanaDale. "I thought, Mr Houston," said Sir Thomas,

"I don't know why you should say so. I intended to be understood as expressing my mind."

"I may ask a man to my house, I suppose, without intending to give him my daughter's hand." Then he again

asked the important question, to which Allan aDale's answer was so unreasonable and so successful. "Have

"I cannot just say that I have, Sir Thomas," said Houston, apologetically. "Then you mean to ask me to

"Well; no; not altogether. No doubt it is true that I should not have proposed myself had I not thought that the

"But she has nothing of her own," said Sir Thomas. And then that interview was over.

"You won't throw us over, Lady Tringle?" Houston said to Gertrude's mother that evening.

"That was different," said Lady Tringle. "Mr Traffick is in Parliament, and that gives him an employment. He

"Of course, you know that if Gertrude sticks to it she will have her own way. When a girl sticks to it her

father has to give way. What does it matter to him whether I have any business or not? The money would be

the same in one case as the other, only it does seem such an unnecessary trouble to have it put off." All this

Lady Tringle seemed to take in good part, and half acknowledged that if Frank Houston were constant in the

matter he would succeed at last. Gertrude, when the time for his departure had come, expressed herself as

thoroughly disgusted by her father's sternness. "It's all bosh," she said to her lover. "Who is Lord Boardotrade

that that should make a difference? I have as much right to please myself as Augusta." But there was the stern

fact that the money had not been promised, and even Frank had not proposed to marry the girl of his heart

Before he left Glenbogie, on the evening of his departure, he wrote a second letter to Miss Docimer, as

Here I am at Glenbogie, and here I have been for a week, without doing a stroke of work. The father still asks

"of his house and his home" and does not seem to be at all affected by my reference to the romantic grandeur

of my own peculiar residence. Perhaps I may boast so far as to say that I have laughed on the lass as

successfully as did AllanaDale. But what's the good of laughing on a lass when one has got nothing to eat?

AllanaDale could pick a pocket or cut a purse, accomplishments in which I am altogether deficient. I

suppose I shall succeed sooner or later, but when I put my neck into the collar I had no idea that there would

be so much uphill work before me. It is all very well joking, but it is not nice to be asked "of your house and

your home" by a gentleman who knows very well you've got none, and is conscious of inhabiting three or

four palaces himself. Such treatment must be described as being decidedly vulgar. And then he must know

that it can be of no possible permanent use. The ladies are all on my side, but I am told by Tringle mere that I

am less acceptable than old Traffick, who married the other girl, because I'm not the son of Lord

Boardotrade! Nothing astonishes me so much as the bad taste of some people. Now, it must all be put off till

"In the meantime I have a little time in which to amuse myself, and I shall turn up in about three weeks at

Merle Park. I wish chiefly to beg that you will not dissuade me from what I see clearly to be a duty. I know

exactly your line of argument. Following a girl for her money is, you will say, mercenary. So, as far as I can

see, is every transaction in the world by which men live. The judges, the bishops, the poets, the Royal

academicians, and the Prime Ministers, are all mercenary as is also the man who breaks stones for 2s. 1d.

a day. How shall a man live without being mercenary unless he be born to fortune? Are not girls always

mercenary? Will she marry me knowing that I have nothing? Will you not marry someone whom you will

probably like much less simply because he will have something for you to eat and drink? Of course I am

mercenary, and I don't even pretend to old Tringle that I am not so. I feel a little tired of this special effort

but if I were to abandon it I should simply have to begin again elsewhere. I have sighted my stag, and I must

go on following him, trying to get on the right side of the wind till I bring him down. It is not nice, but it is to

me manifestly my duty and I shall do it. Therefore, do not let there be any blowing up. I hate to be

Gertrude, when he was gone, did not take the matter quite so quietly as he did, feeling that, as she had made

up her mind, and as all her world would know that she had made up her mind, it behoved her to carry her

purpose to its desired end. A girl who is known to be engaged, but whose engagement is not allowed, is

"Mamma," she said, "I think that papa is not treating me well." "My dear, your papa has always had his own

"That is all very well but why am I to be worse used than Augusta? It turns out now that Mr Traffick has

"Lord Boardotrade! I call that very mean: Mr Houston is a gentleman, and the Buncombe property has been

for ever so many hundreds of years in the family. I think more of Frank as to birth and all that than I do of

Lord Boardotrade and his mushroom peerage. Can't you tell papa that I mean to marry Mr Houston at last,

and that he is making very little of me to let me be talked about as I shall be?"

"Then I shall. What would he say if I were to run away with Frank?" "I don't think Frank Houston would do

"He would if I told him in a moment." There Miss Tringle was probably in error. "And unless papa

This was at Glenbogie, in Invernessshire, on the southeastern side of Loch Ness, where Sir Thomas

Tringle possessed a beautiful mansion, with a deer forest, and a waterfall of his own, and any amount of

moors which the minds of sportsmen could conceive. Nothing in Scotland could be more excellent, unless

there might be some truth in the remarks of those who said that the grouse were scarce, and that the deer were

almost nonexistent. On the other side of the lake, four miles up from the gates, on the edge of a ravine, down

which rushed a little stream called the Caller, was an inconvenient rickety cottage, built piecemeal at two or

three different times, called Drumcaller. From one room you went into another, and from that into a third. To

get from the sittingroom, which was called the parlour, into another which was called the den, you had to

pass through the kitchen, or else to make communication by a covered passage out of doors which seemed to

hang over the margin of the ravine. Pine trees enveloped the place. Looking at the house from the outside

anyone would declare it to be wet through. It certainly could not with truth be described as a comfortable

family residence. But you might, perhaps, travel through all Scotland without finding a more beautifully

romantic spot in which to reside. From that passage, which seemed to totter suspended over the rocks,

whence the tumbling rushing waters could always be heard like music close at hand, the view down over the

little twisting river was such as filled the mind with a conviction of realised poetry. Behind the house across

the little garden there was a high rock where a little path had been formed, from which could be seen the

whole valley of the Caller and the broad shining expanse of the lake beyond. Those who knew the cottage of

Drumcaller were apt to say that no man in Scotland had a more picturesque abode, or one more inconvenient.

Even bread had to be carried up from Callerfoot, as was called the little village down on the lake side, and

other provisions, such even as meat, had to be fetched twenty miles, from the town of Inverness.

A few days after the departure of Houston from Glenbogie two men were seated with pipes in their mouths

on the landing outside the room called the den to which the passage from the parlour ran. Here a square

platform had been constructed capable of containing two armchairs, and here the owner of the cottage was

accustomed to sit, when he was disposed, as he called it, to loaf away his time at Drumcaller. This man was

Colonel Jonathan Stubbs, and his companion at the present moment was Isadore Hamel.

"I never knew them in Rome," said the Colonel. "I never even saw Ayala there, though she was so much at

my aunt's house. I was in Sicily part of the time, and did not get back till they had all quarrelled. I did know

the nephew, who was a goodnatured but a vulgar young man. They are vulgar people, I should say." "You

"Indeed, no. But uncles and aunts and nephews and nieces are not at all bound to run together. Ayala is the

"I knew their father and mother, and certainly no one would have called them vulgar."

"Sisters when they marry of course go off according to their husbands, and the children follow. In this case

one sister became Tringlish after Sir Tringle, and the other Dormerish, after that most improvident of human

beings, your late friend the artist. I don't suppose any amount of experience will teach Ayala how many

shillings there are in a pound. No doubt the Honourable Mrs Traffick knows all about it."

"I don't think a girl is much improved by knowing how many shillings there are in a pound," said Hamel.

"So it might be to kill a sheep and skin it, or to milk a cow and make cheese; but here, as in other things, one

acquirement will drive out others. A woman, if she cannot be beautiful, should at any rate be graceful, and if

"That's all very well in its way, but I go in for roasting, baking, and boiling. I can bake and I can brew;I can

That's the sort of girl I mean to go in for if ever I marry; and when you've got six children and a small income

"Well, yes; I don't mind a little Byron now and again, so there is no nonsense. As to Glenbogie, it's right over

there across the lake. You can get a boat at Callerfoot, and a fellow to take you across and wait for you won't

cost you more than three halfcrowns. I suppose Glenbogie is as far from the lake on that side as my cottage

is on this. How you'll get up except by walking I cannot say, unless you will write a note to Sir Thomas and

"I simply want to call on Miss Dormer", said Hamel, blushing, "because her father was always kind to me."

"It is just so as I say. I do not like being in the neighbourhood without calling on Miss Dormer."

"But I doubt whether Sir Thomas or Lady Tringle would be at all inclined to make me welcome. As to the

distance, I can walk that easily enough, and if the door is slammed in my face I can walk back again."

Thus it was resolved that early on the following morning after breakfast Isadore Hamel should go across the

On the following morning, the morning of Monday, 2nd September, Isadore Hamel started on his journey. He

had thought much about the journey before he made it. No doubt the door had been slammed in his face in

London. He felt quite conscious of that, and conscious also that a man should not renew his attempt to enter a

door when it has been once slammed in his face. But he understood the circumstances nearly as they had

happened except that he was not aware how far the door had been slammed by Lady Tringle without any

concurrence on the part of Sir Thomas. But the door had, at any rate, not been slammed by Lucy. The only

person he had really wished to see within that house had been Lucy Dormer; and he had hitherto no reason

for supposing that she would be unwilling to receive him. Her face had been sweet and gracious when she

saw him in the Park. Was he to deny himself all hope of any future intercourse with her because Lady Tringle

had chosen to despise him? He must make some attempt. It was more than probable, no doubt, that this

attempt would be futile. The servant at Glenbogie would probably be as well instructed as the servant in

Queen's Gate. But still a man has to go on and do something, if he means to do anything. There could be no

good in sitting up at Drumcaller, at one side of the lake, and thinking of Lucy Dormer far away, at the other

side. He had not at all made up his mind that he would ask Lucy to be his wife. His professional income was

still poor, and she, as he was aware, had nothing. But he felt it to be incumbent upon him to get nearer to her

if it were possible, and to say something to her if the privilege of speech should be accorded to him.

He walked down to Callerfoot, refusing the loan of the Colonel's pony carriage, and thence had himself

carried across the lake in a hired boat to a place called Sandy's Quay. That, he was assured, was the spot on

the other side from whence the nearest road would be found to Glenbogie. But nobody on the Callerfoot side

could tell him what would be the distance. At Sandy's Quay he was assured that it was twelve miles to

Glenbogie House; but he soon found that the man who told him had a pony for hire. "Ye'll nae get there

under twalve mile or maybe saxteen, if ye attampt to walk up the glin." So said the owner of the pony. But

milder information came to him speedily. A little boy would show him the way up the glen for sixpence, and

engage to bring him to the house in an hour and a half. So he started with the little boy, and after a hot

scramble for about two hours he found himself within the demesne. Poking their way up through thick bushes

from a ravine, they showed their two heads first the boy and then the sculptor close by the side of the

private road just as Sir Thomas was passing, mounted on his cob. "It's his ain sell," said the boy, dropping

Hamel, when he had made good his footing, had first to turn round so that the lad might not lose his wages. A

dirty little hand came up for the sixpence, but the head never appeared again. It was well known in the

neighbourhood especially at Sandy's Quay, where boats were used to land that Sir Thomas was not

partial to visitors who made their way into Glenbogie by any but the authorised road. While Hamel was

paying his debt, he stood still on his steed waiting to see who might be the trespasser. "That's not a high

road," said Sir Thomas, as the young man approached him. As the last quarter of an hour from the bottom of

the ravine had been occupied in very stiff climbing among the rocks the information conveyed appeared to

Hamel to have been almost unnecessary. "Your way up to the house, if you are going there, would have been

"Then I have to ask your pardon for my mode of ingress. I am going up to the house; but having crossed the

lake from Callerfoot I did not know my way on this side, and so I have clambered up the ravine." Sir Thomas

bowed, and then waited for further tidings. "I believe Miss Dormer is at the house?"

"My name is Hamel Isadore Hamel. I am a sculptor, and used to be acquainted with her father. I have had

great kindness from the whole family, and so I was going to call upon her. If you do not object, I will go on

Sir Thomas sat upon his horse speechless for a minute. He had to consider whether he did not object or not.

He was well aware that his wife objected aware also that he had declined to coincide with his wife's

objection when it had been pressed upon him. Why should not his niece have the advantage of a lover, if a

proper sort of a lover came in her way? As to the father's morals or the son's birth, those matters to Sir

Thomas were nothing. The young man, he was told, was good at making busts. Would anyone buy the busts

when they were made? That was the question. His wife would certainly be prejudiced would think it

necessary to reject for Lucy any suitor she would reject for her own girls. And then, as Sir Thomas felt, she

had not shown great judgment in selecting suitors for her own girls. "Oh, Mr Hamel, are you?" he said at last.

"No, you didn't; I heard that. Well, you can go on to the house if you like, but you had better ask for Lady

Tringle. After coming over from Callerfoot you'll want some lunch. Stop a moment. I don't mind if I ride

back with you." And so the two started towards the house, and Hamel listened whilst Sir Thomas expatiated

They had passed through one gate and were approaching another, when, away among the trees, there was a

young lady seen walking alone. "There is Miss Dormer," said Hamel; "I suppose I may join her?" Sir Thomas

could not quite make up his mind whether the meeting was to be allowed or not, but he could not bring

himself at the spur of the moment to refuse his sanction. So Hamel made his way across to Lucy, while Sir

Lucy had seen her uncle on the cob, and, being accustomed to see him on the cob, knew of course who he

was. She had also seen another man with him, but not in the least expecting that Hamel was in those parts,

had never dreamt that he was her uncle's companion. It was not till Hamel was near to her that she understood

that the man was coming to join herself; and then, when she did recognise the man, she was lost in

"Oh, yes. I met him as I came up from the ravine, and he has asked me to go on to the house to lunch." Then

there was silence for a few moments as they walked on together. "I hope you do not think that I am

persecuting you in making my way over here." "Oh, no; not persecuting!" Lucy when she heard the sound of

what she herself had said, was angry with herself, feeling that she had almost declared him guilty of some

wrong in having come thither. "Of course I am glad to see you", she added, "for papa's sake, but I'm afraid

She looked him full in the face as she answered him, collecting her courage to make the declaration which

"That I cannot tell. Perhaps if I did know I should not tell. But it is so. You called at Queen's Gate, and I

know that you were not admitted, though I was at home. Of course, Aunt Emmeline has a right to choose who

"Then you had better go in. After what Aunt Emmeline said, I do not think that you ought to remain with

"Your uncle knows I am with you," said Hamel. Then they walked on towards the house together in silence

for a while. "Do you mean to say", he continued, "that because your aunt objects you are never to see me

"I hope I shall see you again. You were papa's friend, and I should be so very sorry not to see you again."

"I would be more than that." Then he paused as if waiting for a reply, but she of course had none to make. "I

would be so much more than that, Lucy." Still she had no answer to give him. But there comes a time when

no answer is as excellent eloquence as any words that can be spoken. Hamel, who had probably not thought

much of this, was nevertheless at once informed by his instincts that it was so. "Oh, Lucy," he said, "if you

"Mr Hamel, I told you about Aunt Emmeline. She will not allow it. I ought not to have let you speak to me

"My aunt does not know. We must go to the house. She expressly desired that I would not speak to you."

"No; not always. I did not say that I should obey her always. Some day, perhaps, I shall do as I think fit

"And love you," she answered, again looking him full in the face. "But now pray, pray let us go on." For he

had stopped her awhile amidst the trees, and had put out his hand as though to take hers, and had opened his

arms as though he would embrace her. But she passed on quickly, and hardly answered his further questions

till they found themselves together in the hall of the house. Then they met Lady Tringle, who was just

passing into the room where the lunch was laid, and following her were Augusta, Gertrude, and the

Honourable Septimus Traffick. For, though Frank Houston had found himself compelled to go at the day

named, the Honourable Septimus had contrived to squeeze out another week. Augusta was indeed still not

without hope that the paternal hospitality of Glenbogie might be prolonged till dear Merle Park should once

again open her portals. Sir Thomas had already passed into the diningroom, having in a gruff voice

informed his wife that he had invited Mr Hamel to come in to lunch. "Mr Hamel!" she had exclaimed. "Yes,

Mr Hamel. I could not see the man starving when he had come all this way. I don't know anything against

him." Then he had turned away, and had gone into the diningroom, and was now standing with his back to

the empty fireplace, determined to take Mr Hamel's part if any want of courtesy were shown to him.

It certainly was hard upon Lady Tringle. She frowned and was going to walk on without any

acknowledgment, when Lucy timidly went through a form of introduction. "Aunt Emmeline, this is Mr

Hamel. Uncle Tom met him somewhere in the grounds and has asked him to come to luncheon." Then Lady

Tringle curtseyed and made a bow. The curtsey and the bow together were sufficient to have crushed the

heart of any young man who had not been comforted and exalted by such words as Isadore had heard from

Lucy's lips not five minutes since. "And love you," she had said. After that Lady Tringle might curtsey and

bow as she would, and he could still live uncrushed. After the curtsey and the bow Lady Tringle passed on.

Lucy fell into the rank behind Gertrude; and then Hamel afterwards took his place behind the Honourable

Septimus. "If you will sit there, Mr Hamel," said Lady Tringle, pointing to a chair, across the table, obliquely,

at the greatest possible distance from that occupied by Lucy. There he was stationed between Mr Traffick and

Sir Thomas. But now, in his present frame of mind, his position at the table made very little difference to

The lunch was eaten in grim silence. Sir Thomas was not a man profuse with conversation at his meals, and

at this moment was illinclined for any words except what he might use in scolding his wife for being uncivil

to his guest. Lady Tringle sat with her head erect, hardly opening her mouth sufficiently to allow the food to

enter it. It was her purpose to show her displeasure at Mr Hamel, and she showed it. Augusta took her

mother's part, thoroughly despising the two Dormer girls and any lover that they might have. Poor Gertrude

had on that morning been violently persecuted by a lecture as to Frank Houston's impecuniosity. Lucy of

course would not speak. The Honourable Septimus was anxious chiefly about his lunch somewhat anxious

also to offend neither the master nor the mistress of Merle Park. Hamel made one or two little efforts to

extract answers from Sir Thomas, but soon found that Sir Thomas would prefer to be left in silence. What did

it signify to him? He had done all that he wanted, and much more than he had expected.

The rising and getting away from luncheon is always a difficulty so great a difficulty when there are

guests that lunch should never be much a company festival. There is no provision for leaving the table as

there is at dinner. But on this occasion Lady Tringle extemporised provision the first moment in which they

had all ceased to eat. "Mr Hamel," she said very loudly, "would you like some cheese?" Mr Hamel, with a

little start, declared that he wanted no cheese. "Then, my dears, I think we will go into my room. Lucy, will

you come with me?" Upon this the four ladies all went out in procession, but her ladyship was careful that

Lucy should go first so that there might be no possibility of escape. Augusta and Gertrude followed her. The

minds of all the four were somewhat perturbed; but among the four Lucy's heart was by far the lightest.

"Are you staying over with Stubbs at that cottage?" asked the Honourable Septimus. "A very queer fellow is

"Not a head. Glentower wouldn't let an acre of shooting over there for any money." This was the Earl of

Glentower, to whom belonged an enormous tract of country on the other side of the lake. "What on earth does

"He does shoot sometimes, I believe, when Lord Glentower is there." "That's a poor kind of fun, waiting to be

asked for a day," said the Honourable Septimus, who rarely waited for anything till he was asked. "Does he

"He catches a few trout sometimes in the tarns above. But I fancy that Stubbs isn't much devoted to shooting

"Then what the d does he do with himself in such a country as this?" Hamel shrugged his shoulders, not

caring to say that what with walking, what with reading and writing, his friend could be as happy as the day

"A what?" asked Hamel. "Oh, a Liberal? Upon my word I don't know what he is. He is chiefly given to

poetry, tobacco, and military matters." Then the Honourable Septimus turned up his nose in disgust, and

ceased his crossexamination as to the character and pursuits of Colonel Jonathan Stubbs.

"Sir Thomas, I am very much obliged to you for your kindness," said Hamel, getting up suddenly. "As it is a

long way over to Drumcaller I think I will make a start. I know my way down the Glen and should be sure to

miss it by any other route. Perhaps you'll let me go back as I came." Sir Thomas offered him the loan of a

horse, but this was refused, and Hamel started on his return journey across the lake.

When he had gone a few steps from the portal he turned to look at the house which contained one whom he

now regarded as belonging exclusively to himself,; perhaps he thought that he might catch some final view of

Lucy; or, not quite thinking it, fancied that some such chance might at least be possible; but he saw nothing

but the uninteresting facade of the grand mansion. Lucy was employed quite otherwise. She was listening to a

lecture in which her aunt was describing to her how very badly Mr Hamel had behaved in obtruding himself

on the shades of Glenbogie. The lecture was somewhat long, as Aunt Emmeline found it necessary to repeat

all the arguments which she had before used as to the miscreant's birth, as to his want of adequate means, and

as to the general iniquities of the miscreant's father. All this she repeated more than once with an energy that

was quite unusual to her. The flood of her eloquence was so great that Lucy found no moment for an

interposing word till all these evils had been denunciated twice and thrice. But then she spoke. "Aunt

"Aunt Emmeline, I told you that I should not drop him. I did not bid him come here. Uncle Tom brought him.

When I saw him I would have avoided him if I could. I told him he ought not to be here because you did not

wish it; and then he answered that my uncle knew that he was with me. Of course when he told me that he

loved me, I could not make him any other answer." Then Aunt Emmeline expressed the magnitude of her

indignation simply by silence, and Lucy was left to think of her lover in solitude.

"And how have you fared on your day's journey?" said the Colonel, when Hamel found him still seated on the

"The young lady was gracious also; but I am afraid that I cannot carry my praises of the family at Glenbogie

any further. The three Tringle ladies looked at me as I was sitting at table as though I certainly had no

Before that evening was over or in the course of the night, it might be better said, as the two men sat up

late with their pipes Hamel told his friend the Colonel exactly what had taken place that morning over at

"I know that well enough. I never heard of a man's walking twelve miles to call upon a young lady merely

because he knew her father; and when there was to be a second call within a few weeks, the first having not

been taken in very good part by the young lady's friends, my inquiring mind told me that there was something

"And can she wash a shirt for a man? Don't suppose, my dear fellow, that I intend to say that your wife will

have to wash yours. Washing a shirt, as read in the poem from which I am quoting, is presumed to be simply

emblematic of household duties in general." "I take all you say in good part as coming from a friend." "I

regard matrimony", said the Colonel, "as being altogether the happiest state of life for a man unless to be

engaged to some lovely creature, in whom one can have perfect confidence, may be a thought happier. One

can enjoy all the ecstatic mental reflection, all the delights of conceit which come from being loved, that

feeling of superiority to all the world around which illumines the bosom of the favoured lover, without

having to put one's hand into one's pocket, or having one's pipe put out either morally or physically. The next

to this is matrimony itself, which is the only remedy for that consciousness of disreputable debauchery, a

savour of which always clings, more or less strongly, to unmarried men in our rank of life. The chimes must

be heard at midnight, let a young man be ever so well given to the proprieties, and he must have just a touch

of the swingebuckler about him, or he will seem to himself to be deficient in virility. There is no getting out

"Do you know the man whose longpreserved hat is always brushed carefully, whose coat is the pattern of

neatness, but still a little threadbare when you look at it in the colour of whose cheek there is still some

touch of juvenility, but whose step is ever heavy and whose brow is always sad? The seriousness of life has

pressed the smiles out of him. He has learned hardly to want anything for himself but outward decency and

the common necessaries of life. Such little personal indulgences as are common to you and to me are as

"I do well. I have seen him in the regiment, I have met him on the steps of a public office, I have watched

him as he entered his parsonage house. You shall find him coming out of a lawyer's office, where he has sat

for the last nine hours, having supported nature with two penny biscuits. He has always those few thin hairs

over his forehead, he has always that wellbrushed hat, he has always that load of care on his brow. He is

generally thinking whether he shall endeavour to extend his credit with the butcher, or resolve that the supply

of meat may be again curtailed without injury to the health of his five daughters." "That is an ugly picture."

"And yet not ugly all round," said the meditative Colonel, who had just replenished his pipe. "There are, on

the other side, the five daughters, and the partner of this load of cares. He knows it is well to have the five

daughters, rather than to live with plenty of beef and mutton even with the ortolans if you will and

with no one to care whether his body may be racked in this world or his spirit in the next. I do not say

whether the balance of good or evil be on one side or the other; but when a man is going to do a thing he

"The reading of all this," said Hamel, "is, that if I succeed in marrying Miss Dormer I must have thin locks,

"Some, instead, have balances at their bankers, and die worth thirty, forty, or fifty thousand pounds, to the

"Or a hundred thousand pounds! There is, of course, no end to the amount of thousands which a successful

professional man may accumulate. You may be the man; but the question is, whether you should not have

reasonable ground to suppose yourself the man, before you encumber yourself with the five daughters."

"That is just the question which I am always debating with myself. I also want to rid myself of that

swingebuckler flavour. I feel that for me, like Adam, it is not good that I should be alone. I would fain ask the

first girl, that I could love well enough to wish to make myself one with her, to be my wife, regardless of

hats, butchers, and daughters. It is a plucky and a fine thing for a man to feel that he can make his back broad

enough for all burdens. But yet what is the good of thinking that you can carry a sack of wheat when you are

"Yes, and the bad hat. And, worse than the bad hat, the soiled gown; and perhaps with the soiled gown the

altered heart and perhaps with the altered heart an absence of all that tenderness which it is a woman's

"To be so thoughtful, you mean," said the Colonel. "I am unattached now, and having had no special duty for

the last three months I have given myself over to thinking in a nasty morbid manner. It comes, I daresay,

partly from tobacco. But there is comfort in this that no such reflections falling out of one man's mouth

Hamel had told his friend with great triumph of his engagement with Lucy Dormer, but the friend did not

return the confidence by informing the sculptor that during the whole of this conversation, and for many days

previous to it, his mind had been concerned with the image of Lucy's sister. He was aware that Ayala had

been, as it were, turned out from her rich uncle's house, and given over to the comparative poverty of

Kingsbury Crescent. He himself, at the present moment, was possessed of what might be considered a

comfortable income for a bachelor. He had been accustomed to live almost more than comfortably; but,

having so lived, was aware of himself that he had not adapted himself for straitened circumstances. In spite of

that advice of his as to the brewing, baking, and washing capabilities of a female candidate for marriage, he

knew himself well enough to be aware that a wife red with a face from a kitchen fire would be distasteful to

him. He had often told himself that to look for a woman with money would be still more distasteful.

Therefore he had thought that for the present, at least, it would be well for him to remain as he was. But now

he had come across Ayala, and though in the pursuance of his philosophy he had assured himself that Ayala

should be nothing to him, still he found himself so often reverting to this resolution that Ayala, instead of

Three days after this Hamel was preparing himself for his departure immediately after breakfast. "What a

beast you are to go", said the Colonel, "when there can be no possible reason for your going." "The five

daughters and the bad hat make it necessary that a fellow should do a little work sometimes."

"I shouldn't have the slightest objection. In your art you cannot perpetuate the atrocity of my colour, as the

fellow did who painted my portrait last winter. If you will go, go, and make busts at unheardof prices, so

that the five daughters may live for ever on the fat of the land. Can I do any good for you by going over to

"The power doesn't exist," said the Colonel, "which could snub the Honourable Septimus. That man is

possessed of a strength which I thoroughly envy which is perhaps more enviable than any other gift the

gods can give. Words cannot penetrate that skin of his. Satire flows off him like water from a duck. Ridicule

does not touch him. The fellest abuse does not succeed in inflicting the slightest wound. He has learnt the

great secret that a man cannot be cut who will not be cut. As it is worth no man's while to protract an enmity

with such a one as he, he suffers from no prolonged enmities. He walks unassailable by any darts, and is, I

"Then I fear you can do nothing for me at Glenbogie. To mollify Aunt Emmeline would, I fear, be beyond

"That is not the way in which I desire to keep a good hat on my head," said Hamel, as he seated himself in the

The Colonel remained at Drumcaller till the end of September, when his presence was required at Aldershot,

during which time he shot a good deal, in obedience to the goodnatured behests of Lord Glentower, and in

spite of the upturned nose of Mr Traffick. He read much, and smoked much, so that as to the passing of his

time there was not need to pity him, and he consumed a portion of his spare hours in a correspondence with

his aunt, the Marchesa, and with his cousin Nina. One of his letters from each shall be given, and also one of

Lady Albury says that you ought to be here, and so you ought. It is ever so nice. There is a Mr Ponsonby

here, and he and I can beat any other couple at lawn tennis. There is an awning over the ground which is such

a lounge. Playing lawn tennis with a parasol as those Melcombe girls did is stupid. They were here, but have

gone. One I am quite sure was over head and ears in love with Mr Ponsonby. These sort of things are always

all on one side, you know. He isn't very much of a man, but he does play lawn tennis divinely. Take it

altogether, I don't think there is anything out to beat lawn tennis. I don't know about hunting and I don't

We tried to have Ayala here, but I fear it will not come off. Lady Albury was goodnatured, but at last she

did not quite like writing to Mrs Dosett. So mamma wrote but the lady's answer was very stiff. She thought it

better for Ayala to remain among her own friends. Poor Ayala! It is clear that a knight will be wanted to go in

armour, and get her out of prison. I will leave it to you to say who must be the knight.

I hope you will come for a day or two before you go to Aldershot. We stay till the 1st of October. You will be

a beast if you don't. Lady Albury says she never means to ask you again. "Oh, Stubbs!" said Sir Harry;

"Stubbs is one of those fellows who never come if they're asked." Of course we all sat upon him. Then he

declared that you were the dearest friend he had in the world, but that he never dared to dream that you would

ever come to Stalham again. Perhaps if we can hit it off at last with Ayala, then you would come. Mamma

I did my best for my protegee, but I am afraid it will not succeed. Her aunt Mrs Dosett seems to think that, as

Ayala is fated to live with her, Ayala had better take her fate as she finds it. The meaning of that is, that if a

girl is doomed to have a dull life she had better not begin it with a little pleasure. There is a good deal to be

said for the argument, but if I were the girl I should like to begin with the pleasure and take my chance for the

reaction. I should perhaps be vain enough to think that during the preliminary course I might solve all the

difficulty by my beaux yeux. I saw Mrs Dosett once, and now I have had a letter from her. Upon the whole, I

am inclined to pity poor Ayala. We are very happy here. The Marchese has gone to Como to look after some

property he has there. Do not be illnatured enough to say that the two things go together but in truth he is

never comfortable out of Italy. He had a slice of red meat put before him the other day, and that decided him

to start at once. On the first of October we go back to London, and shall remain till the end of November.

They have asked Nina to come again in November in order that she may see a hunt. I know that means that

she will try to jump over something, and have her leg broken. You must be here and not allow it. If she does

Yes I do think Ayala Dormer is a very pretty girl, and I do think, also, that she is clever. I quite agree that

she is ladylike. But I do not therefore think that she is just such a girl as such a man as Colonel Jonathan

Stubbs ought to marry. She is one of those human beings who seem to have been removed out of this world

and brought up in another. Though she knows ever so much that nobody else knows, she is ignorant of ever

so much that everybody ought to know. Wandering through a grove, or seated by a brook, or shivering with

you on the top of a mountain, she would be charming. I doubt whether she would be equally good at the top

of your table, or looking after your children, or keeping the week's accounts. She would tease you with

poetry, and not even pretend to be instructed when you told her how an army ought to be moved. I say

nothing as to the fact that she hasn't got a penny, though you are just in that position which makes it

necessary for a man to get some money with his wife. I therefore am altogether indisposed to any

Lady Albury is wrong; I ought not to be at Stalham. What should I do at Stalham at this time of year, who

never shoot partridges, and what would be the use of attempting lawn tennis when I know I should be cut out

by Mr Ponsonby? If that day in November is to come off then I'll come and coach you across the country.

You tell Sir Harry that I say so, and that I will bring three horses for one week. I think it very hard about poor

Ayala Dormer, but what can any knight do in such a case? When a young lady is handed over to the custody

of an uncle or an aunt, she becomes that uncle's and aunt's individual property. Mrs Dosett may be the most

noxious dragon that ever was created for the mortification and general misery of an imprisoned damsel, but

still she is omnipotent. The only knight who can be of any service is one who will go with a ring in his hand,

and absolutely carry the prisoner away by force of the marriage service. Your unfortunate cousin is so

exclusively devoted to the duty of fighting his country's battles that he has not even time to think of a step so

Poor Ayala! Do not be stupid enough to accuse me of pitying her because I cannot be the knight to release

her; but I cannot but think how happy she would be at Stalham, struggling to beat you, and Mr Ponsonby at

lawn tennis, and then risking a cropper when the happy days of November should come round.

Your letter is worthy of the Queen of Sheba, if, as was no doubt the case, she corresponded with King

Solomon. As for Ayala's fate, if it be her fate to live with Mrs Dosett, she can only submit to it. You cannot

carry her over to Italy, nor would the Marchese allow her to divide his Italian good things with Nina. Poor

little bird! She had her chance of living amidst diamonds and banknotes, with the Tringle millionaires, but

threw it away after some fashion that I do not understand. No doubt she was a fool, but I cannot but like her

the better for it. I hardly think that a fortnight at Stalham, with all Sir Harry's luxuries around her, would do

As for myself and the top of my table, and the future companion who is to be doomed to listen to my military

lucubrations, I am altogether inclined to agree with you, seeing that you write in a pure spirit of worldly good

sense. No doubt the Queen of Sheba gave advice of the same sort to King Solomon. I never knew a woman to

speak confidentially of matrimony otherwise than as a matter of pounds, shillings, and pence. In counsels so

given, no word of love has ever been known to creep in. Why should it, seeing that love cannot put a leg of

mutton into the pot? Don't imagine that I say this in a spirit either of censure or satire. Your ideas are my

own, and should I ever marry I shall do so in strict accordance with your tenets, thinking altogether of the

I have told Nina about my plans. I will be at Stalham in November to see that she does not break her neck.

Perhaps Mrs Dosett had some just cause for refusing her sanction for the proposed visit to Albury. If Fate did

require that Ayala should live permanently in Kingsbury Crescent, the gaiety of a very gay house, and the

wealth of a very wealthy house, would hardly be good preparation for such a life. Up to the time of her going

to the Marchesa in Brook Street, Ayala had certainly done her best to suit herself to her aunt's manners

though she had done it with pain and suffering. She had hemmed the towels and mended the sheets and had

made the rounds to the shops. She had endeavoured to attend to the pounds of meat and to sympathise with

her aunt in the interest taken in the relics of the joints as they escaped from the hungry treatment of the two

maidens in the kitchen. Ayala had been clever enough to understand that her aunt had been wounded by

Lucy's indifference, not so much because she had desired to avail herself of Lucy's labours as from a feeling

that that indifference had seemed to declare that her own pursuits were mean and vulgar. Understanding this

she had struggled to make those pursuits her own and had in part succeeded. Her aunt could talk to her

about the butter and the washing, matters as to which her lips had been closed in any conversation with Lucy.

That Ayala was struggling Mrs Dosett had been aware but she had thought that such struggles were good

and had not been hopeless. Then came the visit to Brook Street, and Ayala returned quite an altered young

woman. It seemed as though she neither could nor would struggle any longer. "I hate mutton bones," she said

"Yes, I do. It is ignoble. Nature should have managed it differently. We ought to have sucked it in from the

atmosphere through our fingers and hairs, as the trees do by their leaves. There should have been no butchers,

This was worse than all this allusion to the mild but unfashionable stimulant to which Mr Dosett had been

reduced by his good nature. "You are flying in the face of the Creator, Miss," said Aunt Margaret, in her most

angry voice "in the face of the Creator who made everything, and ordained what His creatures should eat

"Nevertheless," said Ayala, "I think we might have done without boiled mutton." Then she turned to some

articles of domestic needlework which were in her lap so as to show that in spite of the wickedness of her

opinions she did not mean to be idle. But Mrs Dosett, in her wrath, snatched the work from her niece's hands

and carried it out of the room, thus declaring that not even a pillowcase in her house should owe a stitch to

The wrath wore off soon. Ayala, though not contrite was meek, and walked home with her aunt on the

following morning, patiently carrying a pound of butter, six eggs, and a small lump of bacon in a basket.

After that the pillowcase was recommitted to her. But there still was left evidence enough that the girl's mind

had been upset by the luxuries of Brook Street evidence to which Aunt Margaret paid very much

attention, insisting upon it in her colloquies with her husband. "I think that a little amusement is good for

young people," said Uncle Reginald, weakly. "And for old people too. No doubt about it, if they can get it so

as not to do them any harm at the same time. Nothing can be good for a young woman which unfits her for

that state of life to which it has pleased God to call her. Ayala has to live with us. No doubt there was a

struggle when she first came from your sister, Lady Tringle, but she made it gallantly, and I gave her great

credit. She was just falling into a quiet mode of life when there came this invitation from the Marchesa

Baldoni. Now she has come back quite an altered person, and the struggle has to be made all over again."

Uncle Reginald again expressed his opinion that young people ought to have a little amusement, but he was

not strong enough to insist very much upon his theory. It certainly, however, was true that Ayala, though she

Then came the invitation to Stalham. There was a very pretty note from Lady Albury to Ayala herself, saying

how much pleasure she would have in seeing Miss Dormer at her house, where Ayala's old friends the

Marchesa and Nina were then staying. This was accompanied by a long letter from Nina herself, in which all

the charms of Stalham, including Mr Ponsonby and lawn tennis, were set forth at full length. Ayala had

already heard much about Stalham and the Alburys from her friend Nina, who had hinted in a whisper that

such an invitation as this might perhaps be forthcoming. She was ready enough for the visit, having looked

through her wardrobe, and resolved that things which had been good enough for Brook Street would still be

good enough for Stalham. But the same post had brought a letter for Mrs Dosett, and Ayala could see, that, as

the letter was read, a frown came upon her aunt's brow, and that the look on her aunt's face was decidedly

averse to Stalham. This took place soon after breakfast, when Uncle Reginald had just started for his office,

and neither of them for a while said a word to the other of the letter that had been received. It was not till after

lunch that Ayala spoke. "Aunt," she said, "you have had a letter from Lady Albury?"

Then there was another silence, till Ayala, whose mind was full of promised delights, could not refrain

herself longer. "Aunt Margaret," she said, "I hope you mean to let me go." For a minute or two there was no

reply, and Ayala again pressed her question. "Lady Albury wants me to go to Stalham."

"I am strongly of opinion that you had better not," said Mrs Dosett, confirming her decree by a nod which

"I have money enough for the journey left of my own from what Uncle Tom gave me," said Ayala, pleading

"My dear, it is your lot to have to live with us, and not with such people as the Marchesa Baldoni and Lady

"But you would complain after having for a time been used to the luxuries of Albury Park. I do not say that as

"Yes, my dear. You told me the other day that you did not like bones of mutton, and you were disgusted

because things were greasy. I do not say this by way of scolding you, Ayala, but only that you may

understand what must be the effect of your going from such a house as this to such a house as Stalham, and

then returning back from Stalham to such a house as this. You had better be contented with your position."

"And allow me to write to Lady Albury refusing the invitation." But Ayala could not be brought to look at the

matter with her aunt's eyes. When her aunt pressed her for an answer which should convey her consent she

would give none, and at last left the room bitterly sobbing. Turning the matter over in her own bosom

upstairs she determined to be mutinous. No doubt she owed a certain amount of obedience to her aunt; but

had she not been obedient, had she not worked hard and lugged about that basket of provisions, and

endeavoured to take an interest in all her aunt's concerns? Was she so absolutely the property of her aunt that

she was bound to do everything her aunt desired to the utter annihilation of all her hopes, to the extermination

of her promised joys? She felt that she had succeeded in Brook Street. She had met no Angel of Light, but she

was associated with people whom she had liked, and had been talked to by those to whom it had been a

pleasure to listen. That colonel with the quaint name and the ugly face was still present to her memory as he

had leaned over her shoulder at the theatre, making her now laugh by his drollery, and now filling her mind

with interest by his description of the scenes which she was seeing. She was sure that all this, or something of

the same nature, would be renewed for her delight at Stalham. And was she to be robbed of this the only

pleasure which seemed to regain to her in this world merely because her aunt chose to entertain severe

notions as to duty and pleasure? Other girls went out when they were asked. At Rome, when that question of

the dance at the Marchesa's had been discussed, she had had her own way in opposition to her Aunt

Emmeline and her cousin Augusta. No doubt she had, in consequence partly of her conduct on that occasion,

been turned out of her Uncle Tom's house; but of that she did not think at the present moment. She would be

But the letter which contained the real invitation had been addressed to her aunt, and her aunt could in truth

answer it as she pleased. The answer might at this moment be in the act of being written, and should it be

averse Ayala knew very well that she could not go in opposition to it. And yet her aunt came to her in the

afternoon consulting her again, quite unconquered as to her own opinion, but still evidently unwilling to write

the fatal letter without Ayala's permission. Then Ayala assured herself that she had rights of her own, which

her aunt did not care to contravene. "I think I ought to be allowed to go," she said, when her aunt came to her

"It won't be bad. They are very good people. I think that I ought to be allowed to go."

"Have you no reliance on those who are your natural guardians?" "Uncle Reginald is my natural guardian,"

"Very well! If you refuse to be guided by me as though I were not your aunt, and as you will pay no attention

to what I tell you is proper for you and best, the question must be left till your uncle comes home. I cannot

but be very much hurt that you should think so little of me. I have always endeavoured to do the best I could

for you, just as though I were your mother." "I think that I ought to be allowed to go," repeated Ayala.

As the first consequence of this, the replies to all the three letters were delayed for the next day's post. Ayala

had considered much with what pretty words she might best answer Lady Albury's kind note, and she had

settled upon a form of words which she had felt to be very pretty. Unless her uncle would support her, that

would be of no avail, and another form must be chosen. To Nina she would tell the whole truth, either how

full of joy she was or else how cruelly used and how thoroughly brokenhearted. But she could not think

that her uncle would be unkind to her. Her uncle had been uniformly gentle. Her uncle, when he should know

The poor girl, when she tacitly agreed that her uncle should be the arbiter in the matter, thus pledging herself

to abide by her uncle's decision, let it be what it might, did not think what great advantage her aunt would

have over her in that discussion which would be held upstairs while the master of the house was washing his

hands before dinner. Nor did she know of how much stronger will was her Aunt Margaret than her Uncle

Reginald. While he was washing his hands and putting on his slippers, the matter was settled in a manner

quite destructive of poor Ayala's hopes. "I won't have it," said Mrs Dosett, in reply to the old argument that

young people ought to have some amusement. "If I am to be responsible for the girl I must be allowed my

own way with her. It is trouble enough, and very little thanks I get for it. Of course she hates me.

Nevertheless, I can endeavour to do my duty, and I will. It is not thanks, nor love, nor even gratitude, that I

look for. I am bound to do the best I can by her because she is your niece, and because she has no other real

friends. I knew what would come of it when she went to that house in Brook Street. I was soft then and gave

way. The girl has moped about like a miserable creature ever since. If I am not to have my own way now I

will have done with her altogether." Having heard this very powerful speech, Uncle Reginald was obliged to

give way, and it was settled that after dinner he should convey to Ayala the decision to which they had come.

Ayala, as she sat at the dinnertable, was all expectation, but she asked no question. She asked no question

after dinner, while her uncle slowly, solemnly, and sadly sipped his one beaker of cold gin and water. He

sipped it very slowly, no doubt because he was anxious to postpone the evil moment in which he must

communicate her fate to his niece. But at last the melancholy glass was drained, and then, according to the

custom of the family, Mrs Dosett led the way up into the drawingroom, followed by Ayala and her husband.

He, when he was on the stairs, and when the eyes of his wife were not upon him, tremulously put out his hand

and laid it on Ayala's shoulder, as though to embrace her. The poor girl knew well that mark of affection.

There would have been no need for such embracing had the offered joys of Stalham been in store for her. The

tears were already in her eyes when she seated herself in the drawingroom, as far removed as possible from

Then her uncle pronounced his judgment in a vacillating voice with a vacillation which was ineffectual of

any good to Ayala. "Ayala," he said, "your aunt and I have been talking over this invitation to Stalham, and

"There would be many expenses, which I need not explain to you more fully. The truth is, my dear, that poor

"Visiting them is living with them for a time. I am sorry, Ayala, that we are not able to put you in a position

in which you might enjoy more of the pleasures incidental to your age; but you must take the things as they

are. Looking at the matter all round, I am sure that your aunt is right in advising that you should stay at

"It isn't advice," repeated Ayala. "Of course, if you won't let me go, I can't."

"You are a very wicked girl," said Mrs Dosett, "to speak to your uncle like that, after all that he has done for

"I say, wicked. But it doesn't matter. I shall at once write to Lady Albury, as you desire, and of course there

will be no further question as to her going." Soon after that Mrs Dosett sat down to her desk, and wrote that

letter to which the Marchesa had alluded in hers to her nephew. No doubt it was stern and hard, and of a

nature to make such a woman as the Marchesa feel that Mrs Dosett would not be a pleasant companion for a

girl like Ayala. But it was written with a full conviction that duty required it; and the words, though hard and

stiff, had been chosen with the purpose of showing that the doing of this disagreeable duty had been felt to be

When the matter had been thus decided, Ayala soon retreated to her own room. Her very soul was burning

with indignation at the tyranny to which she thought herself subjected. The use of that weak word, advice,

had angered her more than anything. It had not been advice. It had not been given as advice. A command had

been laid upon her, a most cruel and unjust command, which she was forced to obey, because she lacked the

power of escaping from her condition of slavery. Advice, indeed! Advice is a thing with which the advised

one may or may not comply, as that advised one may choose. A slave must obey an order! Her own papa and

her own mamma had always advised her, and the advice had always been followed, even when read only in

the glance of an eye, in a smile, or a nod. Then she had known what it was to be advised. Now she was

She, too, must write her letter, but there was no need now of that pretty studied phrase, in which she had

hoped to thank Lady Albury fitly for her great kindness. She found, after a vain attempt or two, that it was

hopeless to endeavour to write to Lady Albury. The words would not come to her pen. But she did write to

They won't let me go! Oh, my darling, I am so miserable! Why should they not let me go, when people are so

kind, so very kind, as Lady Albury and your dear mamma? I feel as though I should like to run from the

house, and never come back, even though I had to die in the streets. I was so happy when I got your letter and

Lady Albury's, and now I am so wretched! I cannot write to Lady Albury. You must just tell her, with many

There was much pity felt for Ayala among the folk at Stalham. The sympathies of them all should have been

with Mrs Dosett. They ought to have felt that the poor aunt was simply performing an unpleasant duty, and

that the girl was impracticable if not disobedient. But Ayala was known to be very pretty, and Mrs Dosett was

supposed to be plain. Ayala was interesting, while Mrs Dosett, from the nature of her circumstances, was

most uninteresting. It was agreed on all sides, at Stalham, that so pretty a bird as Ayala should not be

imprisoned for ever in so ugly a cage. Such a bird ought, at least, to be allowed its chance of captivating some

fitting mate by its song and its plumage. That was Lady Albury's argument a woman very goodnatured, a

little given to matchmaking, a great friend to pretty girls and whose eldest son was as yet only nine, so

that there could be no danger to herself or her own flock. There was much ridicule thrown on Mrs Dosett at

Stalham, and many pretty things said of the bird who was so unworthily imprisoned in Kingsbury Crescent.

At last there was something like a conspiracy, the purport of which was to get the bird out of its cage in

In this conspiracy it can hardly be said that the Marchesa took an active part. Much as she liked Ayala, she

was less prone than Lady Albury to think that the girl was illused. She was more keenly alive than her

cousin or rather her cousin's wife to the hard necessities of the world. Ayala must be said to have made

her own bed. At any rate there was the bed and she must lie on it. It was not the Dosetts' fault that they were

poor. According to their means they were doing the best they could for their niece, and were entitled to praise

rather than abuse. And then the Marchesa was afraid for her nephew. Colonel Stubbs, in his letter to her, had

declared that he quite agreed with her views as to matrimony; but she was quite alive to her nephew's

sarcasm. Her nephew, though he might in truth agree with her, nevertheless was sarcastic. Though he was

sarcastic, still he might be made to accede to her views, because he did, in truth, agree with her. She was

eminently an intelligent woman, seeing far into character, and she knew pretty well the real condition of her

nephew's mind, and could foresee his conduct. He would marry before long, and might not improbably marry

a girl with some money if one could be made to come in his way, who would at the same time suit his

somewhat fastidious taste. But Ayala suited his taste, Ayala who had not a shilling, and the Marchesa thought

it only too likely that if Ayala were released from her cage, and brought to Albury, Ayala might become Mrs

Jonathan Stubbs. That Ayala should refuse to become Mrs Jonathan Stubbs did not present itself as a

So the matters were when the Marchesa and Nina returned from Stalham to London, a promise having been

given that Nina should go back to Stalham in November, and be allowed to see the glories of a hunt. She was

not to ride to hounds. That was a matter of course, but she was to be permitted to see what a pack of hounds

was like, and of what like were the men in their scarlet coats, and how the huntsman's horn would sound

when it should be heard among the woods and fields. It was already decided that the Colonel should be there

to meet her, and the conspiracy was formed with the object of getting Ayala out of her cage at the same time.

Stalham was a handsome country seat, in the county of Rufford, and Sir Harry Albury had lately taken upon

himself the duties of Master of the Rufford and Ufford United Pack. Colonel Stubbs was to be there with his

horses in November, but had, in the meantime, been seen by Lady Albury, and had been instigated to do

something for the release of Ayala. But what could he do? It was at first suggested that he should call at

Kingsbury Crescent, and endeavour to mollify the stony heart of Aunt Dosett. But, as he had said himself, he

would be the worst person in the world to perform such an embassy. "I am not an Adonis, I know," he said,

"nor do I look like a Lothario, but still I am in some sort a young man, and therefore certain to be regarded as

pernicious, as dangerous and damnable, by such a dragon of virtue as Aunt Dosett. I don't see how I could

expect to have a chance." This interview took place in London during the latter end of October, and it was at

last decided that the mission should be made by Lady Albury herself, and made, not to Mrs Dosett, at

Kingsbury Crescent, but to Mr Dosett at his office in Somerset House. "I don't think I could stand Mrs D.,"

Lady Albury was a handsome, fashionable woman, rather tall, always excellently dressed, and possessed of a

personal assurance which nothing could daunt. She had the reputation of an affectionate wife and a good

mother, but was nevertheless declared by some of her friends to be "a little fast". She certainly was fond of

comedy those who did not like her were apt to say that her comedy was only fun and was much

disposed to have her own way when she could get it. She was now bent upon liberating Ayala from her cage,

and for this purpose had herself driven into the huge court belonging to Somerset House.

Mr Dosett was dignified at his office with the use of a room to himself, a small room looking out upon the

river, in which he spent six hours on six days of the week in arranging the indexes of a voluminous library of

manuscript letterbooks. It was rarely indeed that he was disturbed by the presence of any visitor. When,

therefore, his door was opened by one of the messengers, and he was informed that Lady Albury desired to

see him, he was for the moment a good deal disturbed. No option, however, was given to him as to refusing

admission to Lady Albury. She was in the room before the messenger had completed his announcement, and

had seated herself in one of the two spare chairs which the room afforded as soon as the door was closed. "Mr

Dosett," she said, "I have taken the great liberty of calling to say a few words about your niece, Miss Ayala

When the lady was first announced, Mr Dosett, in his confusion, had failed to connect the name which he had

heard with that of the lady who had invited Ayala to her house. But now he recognised it, and knew who it

was that had come to him. "You were kind enough", he said, "to invite my little girl to your house some

Mr Dosett was now more disturbed than ever. With what words was he to refuse the request which this kind

but very grand lady was about to make? How could he explain to her all those details as to his own poverty,

and as to Ayala's fate in having to share that poverty with him? How could he explain the unfitness of Ayala's

temporary sojourn with people so wealthy and luxurious? And yet were he to yield in the least how could he

face his wife on his return home to the Crescent? "You are very kind, Lady Albury," he said.

"We particularly wish to have her about the end of the first week in November," said the lady. "Her friend

Nina Baldoni will be there, and one or two others whom she knows. We shall try to be a little gay for a week

"I have no doubt it would be gay, and we at home are very dull." "Do you not think a little gaiety good for

young people?" said her ladyship, using the very argument which poor Mr Dosett had so often attempted to

"Yes; a little gaiety," he said, as though deprecating the excessive amount of hilarity which he imagined to

"Of course you do," said Lady Albury. "Poor little girl! I have heard so much about her, and of all your

goodness to her. Mrs Dosett, I know, is another mother to her; but still a little country air could not but be

Then Mr Dosett felt that, disagreeable as it was, he must preach the sermon which his wife had preached to

him, and he did preach it. He spoke timidly of his own poverty, and the need which there was that Ayala

should share it. He spoke a word of the danger which might come from luxury, and of the discontent which

would be felt when the girl returned to her own home. Something he added of the propriety of like living with

like, and ended by praying that Ayala might be excused. The words came from him with none of that energy

which his wife would have used were uttered in a low melancholy drone; but still they were words hard to

answer, and called upon Lady Albury for all her ingenuity in finding an argument against them.

But Lady Albury was strongminded, and did find an argument. "You mustn't be angry with me," she said,

"if I don't quite agree with you. Of course you wish to do the best you can for this dear child."

"How is anything then to be done for her if she remains shut up in your house? You do not, if I understand,

"And the happiest kind of life too for married people," said Lady Albury, who was accustomed to fill her

house in the country with a constant succession of visitors, and to have engagements for every night of the

week in town. "But for young people it is not quite so good. How is a young lady to get herself settled in

"Married," suggested Lady Albury, more plainly. Mr Dosett shook his head. No idea on the subject had ever

flashed across his mind. To provide bread and meat, a bed and clothes, for his sister's child he had felt to be a

duty but not a husband. Husbands came, or did not as the heavens might be propitious. That Ayala

should go to Stalham for the sake of finding a husband was certainly beyond the extent of his providing care.

"In fact how is a girl to have a chance at all unless she is allowed to see someone? Of course I don't say this

with reference to our house. There will be no young men there, or anything of that kind. But, taking a broad

view, unless you let a girl like that have what chances come in her way how is she to get on? I think you have

"I am sure of that, Mr Dosett. And I hope you will tell Mrs Dosett, with my compliments, how thoroughly I

appreciate her goodness. I should have called upon her instead of coming here, only that I cannot very well

"Poor Ayala! I am afraid that her other aunt, Aunt Tringle, was not as good to her as your wife. I have heard

about how all that occurred in Rome. She was very much admired there. I am told that she is perfectly

"She ought to have her chance. She ought indeed. I don't think you quite do your duty by such a girl as that

unless you let her have a chance. She is sure to get to know people, and to be asked from one house to

All this sank deeply into the heart of Uncle Reginald. Whether it was for good or evil it seemed to him at the

moment to be unanswerable. If there was a chance of any good thing for Ayala, surely it could not be his duty

to bar her from that chance. A whole vista of new views in reference to the treatment of young ladies was

opened to him by the words of his visitor. Ayala certainly was pretty. Certainly she was clever. A husband

with an income would certainly be a good thing. Embryo husbands with incomes do occasionally fall in love

with pretty girls. But how can any pretty girl be fallen in love with unless someone be permitted to see her?

At Kingsbury Crescent there was not a man to be seen from one end of the year to another. It occurred to him

now, for the first time, that Ayala by her present life was shut out from any chance of marriage. It was

manifestly true that he had no right to seclude her in that fashion. At last he made a promise, rashly, as he felt

at the very moment of making it, that he would ask his wife to allow Ayala to go to Stalham. Lady Albury of

course accepted this as an undertaking that Ayala should come, and went away triumphant.

Mr Dosett walked home across the parks with a troubled mind, thinking much of all that had passed between

him and the lady of fashion. It was with great difficulty that he could quite make up his mind which was right

the lady of fashion or his wife. If Ayala was to live always as they lived at Kingsbury Crescent, if it

should in process of time be her fate to marry some man in the same class as themselves, if continued care as

to small pecuniary needs was to be her future lot, then certainly her comfort would only be disturbed by such

a visit as that now proposed. And was it not probable that such would be the destiny in store for her? Mr

Dosett knew the world well enough to be aware that all pretty girls such as Ayala cannot find rich husbands

merely by exhibiting their prettiness. Kingsbury Crescent, unalloyed by the dangers of Stalham, would

certainly be the most secure. But then he had been told that Ayala now had special chances offered to her,

and that he had no right to rob her of those chances. He felt this the more strongly, because she was not his

daughter only his niece. With a daughter he and his wife might have used their own judgment without

check. But now he had been told that he had no right to rob Ayala of her chances, and he felt that he had not

the right. By the time that he reached Kingsbury Crescent he had, with many misgivings, decided in favour of

It was now some weeks since the first invitation had been refused, and during those weeks life had not been

pleasant at the Crescent. Ayala moped and pined as though some great misfortune had fallen upon her. When

she had first come to the Crescent she had borne herself bravely, as a man bears a trouble when he is

conscious that he has brought it on himself by his own act, and is proud of the act which has done it. But

when that excitement has gone, and the trouble still remains, the pride wears off, and the man is simply alive

to his suffering. So it had been with Ayala. Then had come the visit to Brook Street. When, soon after that,

she was invited to Stalham, it seemed as though a new world was being opened to her. There came a moment

when she could again rejoice that she had quarrelled with her Aunt Emmeline. This new world would be a

much better world than the Tringle world. Then had come the great blow, and it had seemed to her as though

there was nothing but Kingsbury Crescent before her for the rest of her wretched life.

There was not a detail of all this hidden from the eyes of Aunt Margaret. Stalham had decided that Aunt

Margaret was ugly and uninteresting. Stalham, according to its own views, was right. Nevertheless the lady in

Kingsbury Crescent had both eyes to see and a heart to feel. She was hot of temper, but she was forgiving.

She liked her own way, but she was affectionate. She considered it right to teach her niece the unsavoury

mysteries of economy, but she was aware that such mysteries must be distasteful to one brought up as Ayala.

Even when she had been loudest in denouncing Ayala's mutiny, her heart had melted in ruth because Ayala

had been so unhappy. She, too, had questioned herself again and again as to the justness of her decision. Was

she entitled to rob Ayala of her chances? In her frequent discussions with her husband she still persisted in

declaring that Kingsbury Crescent was safe, and that Stalham would be dangerous. But, nevertheless, in her

own bosom she had misgivings. As she saw the poor girl mope and weary through one day after another, she

"I have had that Lady Albury with me at the office today, and have almost promised that Ayala shall go to her

on the 8th of November." It was thus that Mr Dosett rushed at once into his difficulty as soon as he found

"Well, my dear, I almost did. She said a great deal, and I could not but agree with much of it. Ayala ought to

have her chances." "What chances?" demanded Mrs Dosett, who did not at all like the expression.

"Nobody is better than some people," said Mrs Dosett, meaning to be severe on Lady Albury's probable

"She has the chance of wholesome victuals," said Mrs Dosett, "and I don't know what other chances you or I

can give her." "She might see a young man." This Mr Dosett said very timidly. "A young fiddlestick! A

young man! Young men should be waited for till they come naturally, and never thought about if they don't

come at all. I hate this looking after young men. If there wasn't a young man for the next dozen years we

should do better so as just to get out of the way of thinking about them for a time." This was Mrs Dosett's

philosophy; but in spite of her philosophy she did yield, and on that night it was decided that Ayala after all

To Mr Dosett was deputed the agreeable task of telling Ayala on the next evening what was to befall her. If

anything agreeable was to be done in that sombre house it was always deputed to the master.

"Oh, Uncle Reginald!" said Ayala, falling on her knees, and hiding her face on his lap. Heaven had been once

more opened to her. "I'll never forget it," said Ayala, when she went to thank her aunt "never."

"And I beg your pardon, Aunt Margaret, because I was I was because I was " She could not find

the word which would express her own delinquency, without admitting more than she intended to admit

"too selfasserting, considering that I am only a young girl." That would have been her meaning could she

On the day fixed Ayala went down to Stalham. A few days before she started there came to her a letter, or

rather an envelope, from her uncle Sir Thomas, enclosing a cheque for �20. The Tringle women had heard

that Ayala had been asked to Stalham, and had mentioned the visit disparagingly before Sir Thomas. "I think

it very wrong of my poor brother," said Lady Tringle. "She can't have a shilling even to get herself gloves."

This had an effect which had not been intended, and Sir Thomas sent the cheque for �20. Then Ayala felt not

only that the heavens were opened to her but that the sweetest zephyrs were blowing her upon her course.

Thoughts as to gloves had disturbed her, and as to some shoes which were wanting, and especially as to a

pretty hat for winter wear. Now she could get hat, and shoes and gloves, and pay her fare, and go down to

Stalham with money in her pocket. Before going she wrote a very pretty note to her Uncle Tom.

On her arrival she was made much of by everyone. Lady Albury called her the caged bird, and congratulated

her on her escape from the bars. Sir Harry asked her whether she could ride to hounds. Nina gave her a

thousand kisses. But perhaps her greatest delight was in finding that Jonathan Stubbs was at Albury. She had

become so intimate with the Colonel that she regarded him quite like an old friend; and when a girl has a

male friend, though he may be much less loved, or not loved at all, he is always more pleasant, or at any rate

more piquant, than a female friend. As for love with Colonel Stubbs that was quite out of the question. She

was sure that he would never fall in love with herself. His manner to her was altogether unlike that of a lover.

A lover would be smooth, soft, poetic, and flattering. He was always a little rough to her sometimes

almost scolding her. But then he scolded her as she liked to be scolded with a dash of fun and a greatly

predominating admixture of good nature. He was like a bear but a bear who would always behave himself

pleasantly. She was delighted when Colonel Stubbs congratulated her on her escape from Kingsbury

Crescent, and felt that he was justified by his intimacy when he called Mrs Dosett a mollified sheCerberus.

"Are you going to make one of my team?" said the Colonel to her on the morning after her arrival. It was a

nonhunting morning, and the gentlemen were vacant about the house till they went out for a little shooting

"What team?" said Ayala, feeling that she had suddenly received a check to her happiness. She knew that the

Colonel was alluding to those hunting joys which were to be prepared for Nina, and which were far beyond

her own reach. That question of riding gear is terrible to young ladies who are not properly supplied. Even

had time admitted she would not have dared to use her uncle's money for such a purpose, in the hope that a

horse might be lent to her. She had told herself that it was out of the question, and had declared to herself that

she was too thankful for her visit to allow any regret on such a matter to cross her mind. But when the

Colonel spoke of his team there was something of a pang. How she would have liked to be one of such a

"My pony team. I mean to drive two. You mustn't think that I am taking a liberty when I say that they are to

There was no liberty at all. Had he called her simply Ayala she would have felt it to be no more than pleasant

friendship, coming from him. He was so big, and so red, and so ugly, and so friendly! Why should he not call

her Ayala? But as to that team it could not be. "If it's riding," she said demurely, "I can't be one of the

"It is riding of course. Now the Marchesa is not here, we mean to call it hunting in a mild way."

"You are to ride the sweetest little horse that ever was foaled just bigger than a pony. It belongs to Sir

Harry's sister who is away, and we've settled it all. There never was a safer little beast, and he can climb

"But I mean clothes," said Ayala. Then she whispered, "I haven't got a habit, or anything else anybody

"Ah," said the Colonel; "I don't know anything about that. I should say that Nina must have managed that.

The horse department was left to me, and I have done my part. You will find that you will have to go out next

Tuesday and Friday. The hounds will be here on Tuesday, and they will be at Rufford on Friday. Rufford is

Before the day was over the difficulty had vanished. Miss Albury's horse was not only called into requisition

but Miss Albury's habit also. Ayala had a little black hat of her own, which Lady Albury assured her would

do excellently well for the hunting field. There was some fitting and some trying on, and perhaps a few

moments of preliminary despair; but on the Tuesday morning she rode away from the hall door at eleven

o'clock mounted on Sprite, as the little horse was called, and felt herself from head to foot to be one of

Colonel Stubbs's team. When at Glenbogie she had ridden a little, and again in Italy, and being fearless by

nature, had no trepidation to impair the fulness of her delight. Hunting from home coverts rarely exacts much

jumping from ladies. The woods are big, and the gates are numerous. It is when the faraway homes of wild

foxes are drawn those secluded brakes and gorses where the noble animal is wont to live at a distance

from carriageroads and other weak refuges of civilisation that the riding capacities of ladies must be

equal to those of their husbands and brothers. This present moment was an occasion for great delight at

least, so it was found by both Nina and Ayala. But it was not an opportunity for great glory. Till it was time

for lunch one fox after another ran about the big woods of Albury in a fashion that seemed perfect to the two

girls, but which nearly broke the heart of old Tony, who was still huntsman to the Ufford and Rufford United

Hunt. "Darm their nasty ways," said Tony to Mr Larry Twentyman, who was one of the popular habitues of

the hunt; "they runs one a top of another's brushes, till there ain't a 'ound living knows t'other from which.

There's always a many on 'em at Albury, but I never knew an Albury fox worth his grub yet." But there was

galloping along roads and through gates, and long strings of horsemen followed each other up and down the

rides, and an easy coming back to the places from which they started, which made the girls think that the

whole thing was divine. Once or twice there was a little bank, and once or twice a little ditch just

sufficient to make Ayala feel that no possible fence would be a difficulty to Sprite. She soon learnt that mode

of governing her body which leaping requires, and when she was brought into lunch at about two she was

sure that she could do anything which the art of hunting required. But at lunch an edict went forth as to the

two girls, against further hunting for that day. Nina strove to rebel, and Ayala attempted to be eloquent by a

supplicating glance at the Colonel. But they were told that as the horses would be wanted again on Friday

they had done enough. In truth, Tony had already trotted off with the hounds to Pringle's Gorse, a distance of

five miles, and the gentlemen who had lingered over their lunch had to follow him at their best pace.

"Pringle's Gorse is not just the place for young ladies," Sir Harry said, and so the matter had been decided

At about six Sir Harry, Colonel Stubbs, and the other gentlemen returned, declaring that nothing quicker than

their run from Pringle's Gorse had ever been known in that country. "About six miles straight on end in forty

"He was so beat that he couldn't carry on a field farther," said Captain Batsby, who was staying in the house.

"I always think I kill a fox in the open", said Sir Harry, "when the hounds run into him, because he cannot run

another yard with the country there before him." Then there was a long discussion, as they stood drinking tea

before the fire, as to what "the open" meant, from which they went to other hunting matters. To all this Ayala

listened with attentive ears, and was aware that she had spent a great day. Oh, what a difference was there

The next two days were almost equally full of delight. She was taken into the stables to see her horse, and as

she patted his glossy coat she felt that she loved Sprite with all her heart. Oh, what a world of joy was this

how infinitely superior even to Queen's Gate and Glenbogie! The gaudy magnificence of the Tringles had

been altogether unlike the luxurious comfort of Stalham, where everybody was at his ease, where everybody

was goodnatured, where everybody seemed to acknowledge that pleasure was the one object of life! On the

evening before the Friday she was taken out to dinner by Captain Batsby. She was not sure that she liked

Captain Batsby, who made little complimentary speeches to her. But her neighbour on the other side was

Colonel Stubbs, and she was quite sure that she liked Colonel Stubbs. "I know you'll go like a bird

tomorrow," said Captain Batsby. "I shouldn't like that, because there would be no jumping," said Ayala.

"But you'd be such a beautiful bird." The Captain, as he drawled out his words, made an eye at her, and she

"Ten, sharp. Mind you're ready. Sir Harry takes us on the drag, and wouldn't wait for Venus, though she

"I don't suppose she ever wants any time for her back hair. I wouldn't if I were a goddess."

"Then you'd be a very untidy goddess, that's all. I wonder whether you are untidy."

"What I like is a nice prim little woman, who never had a pin in the wrong place in her life. Her cuffs and

collars are always as stiff as steel, and she never rubs the sleeves of her dresses by leaning about, like some

"My young woman never sits down lest she should crease her dress. My young woman never lets her ribbons

get tangled. My young woman can dress upon forty pounds a year, and always look as though she came out

"Oh dear, yes. I dream that she does scold so awfully when I have her to myself. In my dreams, you know,

I'm married to her, and she always wants me to eat hashed mutton. Now, if there is one thing that makes me

more sick than another it is hashed mutton. Of course I shall marry her in some of my waking moments, and

Then Captain Batsby put in another word. "I should so like to be allowed to give you a lead tomorrow."

"Oh, thank you but I'd rather not have it," said Ayala, who was altogether in the dark, thinking that "a

lead" might be some present which she would not wish to accept from Captain Batsby. "I mean that I should

"A line? Why a line is just a lead keep your eye on me and I'll take the fences where you can follow

without coming to grief." "Oh," said Ayala, "that's a lead, is it? Colonel Stubbs is going to give my friend and

"No man ever ought to coach more than one lady at once," said the Captain, showing his erudition. "You're

"But Colonel Stubbs is especially told by the Marchesa to look after both of us," said Ayala almost angrily.

Then she turned her shoulder to him, and was soon intent upon further instructions from the Colonel.

The following morning was fine, and all the ladies in the house were packed on to the top of Sir Harry's drag.

The Colonel sat behind Sir Harry on the plea that he was wanted to take care of the two girls. Captain Batsby

and three other gentlemen were put inside, where they consoled themselves with unlimited tobacco. In this

way they were driven to a spot called Rufford Cross Roads, where they found Tony Tappett sitting perfectly

quiescent on his old mare, while the hounds were seated around him on the grassy sides of the roads. With

him was talking a stout, almost middleaged gentleman, in a scarlet coat, and natty pink top boots, who was

the owner of all the country around. This was Lord Rufford, who a few years since was known as one of the

hardest riders in those parts; but he had degenerated into matrimony, was now the happy father of half a

dozen babies, and was hardly ever seen to jump over a fence. But he still came out when the meets were not

too distant, and carefully performed that first duty of an English country gentleman the preservation of

foxes. Though he did not ride much, no one liked a little hunting gossip better than Lord Rufford. It was,

however, observed that even in regard to hunting he was apt to quote the authority of his wife.

"Oh, yes, my Lord," said Tony, "there'll sure to be a fox at Dillsborough. But we'll find one afore we get to

"Do you remember that fence where poor Major Caneback got his fall six years ago?" asked the Lord.

"Seven years next Christmas, my Lord," said Tony. "He never put a leg across a saddle again, poor fellow! I

remember him well, my Lord; a man who could 'andle a 'orse wonderful, though he didn't know 'ow to ride to

'ounds; not according to my idea. To get your animal to carry you through, never mind 'ow long the thing is;

that's my idea of riding to 'ounds, my Lord. The major was for always making a 'orse jump over everything. I

never wants 'em to jump over nothing I can't help I don't, my Lord." "That's just what her ladyship is

always saying to me," said Lord Rufford, "and I do pretty much what her ladyship tells me." On this occasion

Lady Rufford had been quite right about the home covers. No doubt she generally was right in any assertion

she made as to her husband's affairs. After drawing them Tony trotted on towards Dillsborough, running his

hounds through a few little springs, which lay near his way. As they went Colonel Stubbs rode between the

two girls. "Whenever I see Rufford," said the Colonel, "he does me a world of good."

"He is a continual sermon against marriage. If I could see Rufford once a week I know that I should be safe."

"Old! Seven years ago he was acknowledged to be the one undisputed paragon of a young man in this county.

No one else dreamed of looking at a young lady if he chose to turn his eyes in that direction. He was

"The best Apollo there then was in these parts, and every one knew that he had forty thousand a year to

spend. Now he is supposed to be the best hand in the house at rocking the cradle."

"Do you mean to say that he nurses the babies?" asked Ayala. "He looks as if he did at any rate. He never

goes ten miles away from his door without having Lady Rufford with him, and is always tucked up at night

just at half past ten by her ladyship's own maid. Ten years ago he would generally have been found at

midnight with cards in his hand and a cigar in his mouth. Now he is allowed two cigarettes a day. Well, Mr

Twentyman, how are you getting on?" This he said to a goodlooking better sort of farmer, who came up,

"Thank ye, Colonel, pretty well, considering how hard the times are. A man who owns a few acres and tries

to farm them must be on the road to ruin nowadays. That's what I'm always telling my wife, so that she may

know what she has got to expect." Mr Twentyman had been married just twelve months.

"She's young, you see," continued the farmer, "and hasn't settled herself down yet to the sorrows of life." This

was that Mr Lawrence Twentyman who married Kate Masters, the youngest daughter of old Masters, the

attorney at Dillsborough, and sister of Mrs Morton, wife of the squire of Bragton. "By the holy," said

Ayala, who had been listening attentively to the conversation of Mr Twentyman, and been feeling that she

was being initiated every moment into a new phase of life who had been endeavouring to make some

connection in her mind between the new charms of the world around her and that world of her dreams that

was ever present to her, and had as yet simply determined that neither could Lord Rufford or Mr Twentyman

have ever been an Angel of Light at once straightened herself in her saddle, and prepared herself for the

doing of something memorable. It was evident to her that Mr Twentyman considered that the moment for

action had come. He did not gallop off wildly, as did four or five others, but stood still for a moment looking

intently at a few hounds who, with their tails feathering in the air and with their noses down, seemed at the

same time to be irresolute and determined, knowing that the scent was there but not yet quite fixed as to its

line. "Half a moment, Colonel," he said, standing up in his stirrups, with his left hand raised, while his right

held his reins and his whip close down on his horse's neck. "Half a moment!" He only whispered, and then

shook his head angrily, as he heard the illtimed shouting of one or two men who had already reached the

other side of the little skirting of trees. "I wish Fred Botsey's tongue were tied to his teeth," he said, still

whispering. "Now, Colonel, they have it. There's a little lane to the right, and a gate. After that the country's

open, and there's nothing which the ladies' nags can't do. I know the country so well, you'd perhaps better

Ayala and Nina both were quick enough to obey. Twentyman dashed along the lane, while the girls followed

him with the Colonel after them. When they were at the hunting gate already spoken of, old Tony Tappett

was with them, trotting, impatient to get to the hounds, courteously giving place to the ladies whom,

however, in his heart, he wished at home in bed and then thrusting himself through the gate in front of the

Colonel. "D their pigheaded folly," he said, as he came up to his friend Twentyman "they knows no

more about it than if they'd just come from behind a counter 'olloaing, 'olloaing, 'olloaing as if

'olloaing'd make a fox break! 'Owsomever 'e's off now, and they've got Cranbury Brook between them and his

line!" This he said in a squeaking little voice, intended to be jocose and satirical, shaking his head as he rode.

It was the consideration, deep and wellfounded, as to the Cranbury which had induced Larry Twentyman to

pause on the road when he had paused, and then to make for the lane and the gate. The direction had hardly

seemed to be that of the hounds, but Larry knew the spinney, knew the brook knew the fox, perhaps

and was aware of the spot at which the brute would cross the water if he did cross it. The brute did cross the

water, and therefore there was Cranbury Brook between many of the forward riders and his line.

Sir Harry was then with them, and two or three other farmers. But Larry had a lead, and the two girls were

with him. Tony Tappett, though he had got up to his hounds, did not endeavour to ride straight to them as did

Larry Twentyman. He was old and unambitious, very anxious to know where his hounds were, so that he

might be with them should they want the assistance of his voice and counsel, anxious to be near enough to

take their fox from them should they run into him, but taking no glory in jumping over a fence if he could

avoid it, creeping about here and there, knowing from experience nearly every turn in the animal's mind,

aware of every impediment which would delay him, riding fast only when the impediments were far between,

taking no amusement to himself out of the riding, but with his heart cruelly, bloodily, ruthlessly set upon

killing the animal before him. To kill his fox he would imperil his neck, but for the glory of riding he would

not soil his boots if he could help it. After the girls came the Colonel, somewhat shorn of his honour in that

he was no longer giving them a lead, but doing his best to maintain the pace, which Twentyman was making

very good. "Now, young ladies," said Twentyman, "give them their heads, and let them do it just as they

please alongside of each other, and not too near to me." It was a brook a confluent of Cranbury Brook,

and was wide enough to require a good deal of jumping. It may be supposed that the two young ladies did not

understand much of the instructions given to them. To hold their breath and be brave was the only idea

present to them. The rest must come from instinct and chance. The other side of the brook was heaven this

would be purgatory. Larry, fearing perhaps that the order as to their not being too near might not be obeyed,

added a little to his own pace so as to be clear of them. Nevertheless they were only a few strides behind, and

had Larry's horse missed his footing there would have been a mess. As it was they took the brook side by side

close to each other, and landed full of delight and glory on the opposite bank. "Bravo! young ladies," shouted

Twentyman. "Oh, Nina, that is divine," said Ayala. Nina was a little too much out of breath for answering,

but simply threw up her eyes to Heaven and made a flourish with her whip, intended to be expressive of her

Away went Larry and away went the girls with him quite unconscious that the Colonel's horse had balked the

brook and then jumped into it quite unconscious that Sir Harry, seeing the Colonel's catastrophe, had

followed Tony a quarter of a mile up the brook to a ford. Even in the soft bosoms of young ladies "the devil

take the hindmost" will be the motto most appropriate for hunting. Larry Twentyman, of whom they had

never heard before, was now the god of their idolatry. Where Larry Twentyman might go it was manifestly

their duty to follow, even though they should never see the poor Colonel again. They recked nothing of the

fox or of the hounds or of the master or even of the huntsman. They had a man before them to show them the

way, and as long as they could keep him in sight each was determined to be at any rate as good as the other.

To give Larry his due it must be acknowledged that he was thoroughly thoughtful of them. At every fence

encountered he studied the spot at which they would be least likely to fall. He had to remember, also, that

there were two of them together, and that he had made himself in a way responsible for the safety of both. All

this he did, and did well, because he knew his business. With the exception of the waterjump, the country

over which they passed was not difficult. For a time there was a run of gates, each of which their guide was

able to open for them, and as they came near to Dillsborough Wood there were gaps in most of the fences;

but it seemed to the girls that they had galloped over monstrous hedges and leapt over walls which it would

almost take a strong man to climb. The brook, however the river as it seemed to them had been the

crowning glory. Ayala was sure that that brook would never be forgotten by her. Even the Angel of Light was

That the fox was running for Dillsborough Wood was a fact well known both to Tony Tappett and Mr Larry

Twentyman. A fox crossing the brook from the Rufford side would be sure to run to Dillsborough Wood.

When Larry, with the two girls, were just about to enter the ride, there was old Tony standing up on his horse

at the corner, looking into the covert. And now also a crowd of horsemen came rushing up, who had made

their way along the road,and had passed up to the wood through Mr Twentyman's farmyard,; for, as it

happened, here it was that Mr Twentyman lived and farmed his own land. Then came Sir Harry, Colonel

Stubbs, and some others who had followed the line throughout the Colonel with his boots full of water, as

he had been forced to get off his horse in the bed of the brook. Sir Harry, himself, was not in the best of

humours as will sometimes be the case with masters when they fail to see the cream of a run. "I never saw

such riding in my life," said Sir Harry, as though some great sin had been committed by those to whom he

was addressing himself. Larry turned round, and winked at the two girls, knowing that, if sin had been

committed, they three were the sinners. The girls understood nothing about it, but still thought that Larry

While they were standing about on the rides, Tony was still at his work. The riding was over, but the fox had

to be killed, and Dillsborough Wood was a covert in which a fox will often require a large amount of killing.

No happier home for the vulpine deity exists among the shires of England! There are earths there deep,

capacious, full of nurseries; but these, on the present occasion, were debarred from the poor stranger by the

wicked ingenuity of man. But there were deep dells, in which the brambles and bracken were so thick that no

hound careful of his snout would penetrate them. The undergrowth of the wood was so interwoven that no

huntsman could see through its depths. There were dark nooks so impervious that any fox ignorant of the

theory of his own scent must have wondered why a hound should have been induced to creep into spaces so

narrow. From one side to another of the wood the hunted brute would traverse, and always seem to have at

last succeeded in putting his persecutors at fault. So it was on this occasion. The run, while it lasted, had

occupied, perhaps, threequarters of an hour, and during a time equally long poor old Tony was to be seen

scurrying from one side of the wood to another, and was to be heard loudly swearing at his attendant whips

"I never mean to put on a pair of topboots again, as long as I live," said the Colonel. At this time a little knot

of horsemen was stationed in a knoll in the centre of the wood, waiting till they should hear the fatal whoop.

"Topboots, black boots, spurs, breeches, and red coat, I renounce them all from this moment. If ever I'm

"Because I'm disgraced for ever. I came out to coach two young women, and give them a lead, and all I've

done was to tumble into a brook, while a better man has taken my charge away from me."

"Oh, Jonathan, I am so sorry," said Nina, "particularly about your getting into the water."

"It was my only comfort to see how very little I was wanted," said the Colonel. "If I had broke my neck

"We ought to have stopped. I know we ought to have stopped," said Ayala, almost crying.

"Nobody ever stops for anyone out hunting," said Twentyman, laying down a great law.

"I should think not," said Captain Batsby, who had hardly been off the road all the time.

"I am sure the Colonel will not be angry with me because I took the young ladies on," said Larry.

"The Colonel is such a muff", said the Colonel himself, "that he will never presume to be angry with anybody

again. But if my cousin and Miss Dormer are not very much obliged to you for what you have done for them

there will be nothing of gratitude left in the female British bosom. You have probably given to them the most

"It was their own riding, Colonel; I had nothing to do with it." "I am so much obliged to you, Sir," said Nina.

"And so am I," said Ayala, "though it was such a pity that Colonel Stubbs got into the water."

At that moment came the long expected call. Tony Tappett had killed his fox, after crossing and recrossing

through the wood half a score of times. "Is it all over?" asked Ayala, as they hurried down the knoll and

scurried down the line to get to the spot outside the wood to which Tony was dragging the carcass of his

"It's all over for him," said Larry. "A good fox he was, but he'll never run again. He is one of them bred at

"And is he dead?" asked Nina. "Poor fellow! I wish it wasn't necessary to kill them." Then they stood by till

they saw the body of the victim thrown up into the air, and fall amongst the bloodsmirched upturned noses

"I call that a pretty little run, Sir Harry," said Larry Twentyman. "Pretty well," said Sir Harry; "the pace

wasn't very great, or that pony of mine which Miss Dormer is riding could not have lived with it."

"Horses, Sir Harry, don't want so much pace, if they are allowed to go straight. It's when a man doesn't get

well away, or has made a mess with his fences, that he needs an extra allowance of pace to catch the hounds.

If you're once with them and can go straight you may keep your place without such a deal of legs." To this Sir

Harry replied only by a grunt, as on the present occasion he had "made a mess with his fences," as Larry

"And now, young ladies," said Larry, "I hope you'll come in and see my missus and her baby, and have a

Nina asked anxiously whether there would not be another fox. Ayala also was anxious lest in accepting the

proffered hospitality she should lose any of the delights of the day. But it was at length arranged that a quarter

of an hour should be allowed before Tony took his hounds over to the Bragton coverts. Immediately Larry

was off his horse, rushing into the house and ordering everyone about it to come forth with bread and cheese

and sherry and beer. In spite of what he had said of his ruin it was known that Larry Twentyman was a warm

man, and that no man in Rufford gave what he had to give with a fuller heart. His house was in the middle of

the Rufford and Ufford hunting country, and the consumption there during the hunting months of bread and

cheese, sherry and beer, must have been immense. Everyone seemed to be intimate with him, and all called

for what they wanted as if they were on their own premises. On such occasions as these Larry was a proud

man; for no one in those parts carried a lighter heart or was more fond of popularity.

The parlour inside was by no means big enough to hold the crowding guests, who therefore munched their

bread and cheese and drank their beer round the front door, without dismounting from their horses; but Nina

and Ayala with their friend the Colonel were taken inside to see Mrs Twentyman and her baby. "Now, Larry,

what sort of a run was it?" said the young mother. "Where did you find him, and what line did he take?"

"I'll tell you all about it when I come back; there are two young ladies for you now to look after." Then he

introduced his wife and the baby which was in her arms. "The little fellow is only six weeks old, and yet she

"Why not?" said Mrs Twentyman. "At any rate I might have gone in the pony carriage and had baby with me.

"He'll want to go six times a week if he's anything like his father," said Mrs Twentyman.

"And seven times if he's like his mother," said Larry. Then again they mounted their nags, and trotted off

across the high roads to the Bragton coverts. Mrs Twentyman with her baby in her arms walked down to the

gate at the high road and watched them with longing eyes, till Tony and the hounds were out of sight.

Nothing further in the way of hunting was done that day which requires to be recorded. They drew various

coverts and found a fox or two, but the scent, which had been so strong in the morning, seemed to have gone,

and the glory of the day was over. The two girls and the Colonel remained companions during the afternoon,

and succeeded in making themselves merry over the incident of the brook. The Colonel was in truth well

pleased that Larry Twentyman should have taken his place, though he probably would not have been gratified

had he seen Captain Batsby assume his duties. It had been his delight to see the two girls ride, and he had

been near enough to see them. He was one of those men who, though fond of hunting, take no special glory in

it, and are devoid of the jealousy of riding. Not to have a good place in a run was no worse to him than to lose

a game of billiards or a rubber of whist. Let the reader understand that this trait in his character is not

mentioned with approbation. "Always to excel and to go ahead of everybody" should, the present writer

thinks, be in the heart of every man who rides to hounds. There was in our Colonel a philosophical way of

looking into the thing which perhaps became him as a man, but was deleterious to his character as a

"I do hope you've enjoyed yourself, Ayala!" he said, as he lifted her from her horse.

"Indeed indeed, I have!" said Ayala, not noticing the use of her Christian name. "I have been so happy,

Ayala had been a week at Stalham, and according to the understanding which had existed she should now

have returned to Kingsbury Crescent. She had come for a week, and she had had her week. Oh, what a week

it had been, so thoroughly happy, without a cloud, filled full with ecstatic pleasures! Jonathan Stubbs had

become to her the pleasantest of friends. Lady Albury had covered her with caresses and little presents. Nina

was the most perfect of friends. Sir Harry had never been cross, except for that one moment in the wood. And

as for Sprite Sprite had nearly realised her idea of an Angel of Light. Oh, how happy she had been! She

was to return on the Monday, having thus comprised two Sundays within her elongated week. She knew that

her heaven was to be at an end; but she was grateful, and was determined in her gratitude to be happy and

cheerful to the close. But early on this Sunday morning Colonel Stubbs spoke a word to Lady Albury. "That

little girl is so thoroughly happy here. Cannot you prolong it for her just for another three days?"

"Is it to be for her or for Colonel Stubbs, who is enamoured of the little girl?" asked Lady Albury.

"What do you call in earnest? I do love to see a pretty creature enjoy herself thoroughly as she does. If you

will make her stay till Thursday Albury will let her ride the little horse again at Star Cross on Wednesday.

"Of course she shall stay all the season if you wish it. She is indeed a happy girl if you are in earnest."

Then it was settled, and Lady Albury in her happiest manner informed Ayala that she was not to be allowed

to take her departure till after she had ridden Sprite once again. "Sir Harry says that you have given the little

horse quite a name, and that you must finish off his character for him at Star Cross." As was the heart of the

Peri when the gate of Paradise was opened for her so was the heart of Ayala. There were to be four days, with

the fourth as a hunting day, before she need think of going! There was an eternity of bliss before her.

"But Aunt Margaret!" she said, not, however, doubting for a moment that she would stay. Who cares for a

frowning aunt at the distance of an eternity. I fear that in the ecstasy of her joy she had forgotten the promise

made, that she would always remember her aunt's goodness to her. "I will write a note to Mrs Dosett, and

make it all straight," said Lady Albury. The note was written, and, whether matters were straight or crooked

Colonel Stubbs had thought about the matter, and determined that he was quite in earnest. He had, he told

himself, enough for modest living for modest living without poverty. More would come to him when old

General Stubbs, his uncle, should die. The general was already past seventy. What was the use of

independence if he could not allow himself to have the girl whom he really loved? Had any human being so

perfectly lovely as Ayala ever flashed before his eyes before? Was there ever a sweeter voice heard from a

woman's mouth? And then all her little ways and motions her very tricks how full of charm they were!

When she would open her eyes and nod her head, and pout with her lips, he would declare to himself that he

could no longer live without her. And then every word that fell from her lips seemed to have something in it

of pretty humour. In fact the Colonel was in love, and had now resolved that he would give way to his love in

spite of his aunt, the Marchesa, and in spite of his own philosophy. He felt by no means sure of success, but

yet he thought that he might succeed. From the moment in which, as the reader may remember, he had

accosted her at the ball, and desired her to dance with him in obedience to his aunt's behests, it had been

understood by everyone around him that Ayala had liked him. They had become fast friends. Ayala allowed

him to do many little things which, by some feminine instinct of her own, would have been put altogether

beyond the reach of Captain Batsby. The Colonel knew all this, and knew at the same time that he should not

trust to it only. But still he could not but trust to it in some degree. Lady Albury had told him that Ayala

would be a happy girl if he were in earnest, and he himself was well aware of Ayala's dependent position, and

of the discomforts of Kingsbury Crescent. Ayala had spoken quite openly to him of Kingsbury Crescent as to

a confidential friend. But on all that he did not lean much as being in his favour. He could understand that

such a girl as Ayala would not accept a husband merely with the object of avoiding domestic poverty. Little

qualms of doubt came upon him as he remembered the nature of the girl, so that he confessed to himself that

Lady Albury knew nothing about it. But, nevertheless, he hoped. His red hair and his ugly face had never yet

stood against him among the women with whom he had lived. He had been taught by popularity to think

There was shooting on Saturday, and he went out with the shooters, saying nothing to anyone of an intended

early return; but at three o'clock he was back at the house. Then he found that Ayala was out in the carriage,

and he waited. He sat in the library pretending to read, till he heard the sounds of the carriage wheels, and

then he met the ladies in the hall. "Are they all home from shooting?" asked Lady Albury. The Colonel

explained that no one was home but himself. He had missed three cockpheasants running, and had then

come away in disgust. "I am the most ignominious creature in existence," he said laughing; "one day I tumble

"And today I cannot hit a bird. I shall take to writing a book and leave the severer pursuit of sport to more

enterprising persons." Then suddenly turning round he said to Ayala, "Are you goodnatured enough to come

Ayala, taken somewhat by surprise at the request, looked up into Lady Albury's face. "Go with him, my dear,

if you are not tired," said Lady Albury. "He deserves consolation after all his good deeds to you." Ayala still

doubted. Though she was on terms of pleasant friendship with the man, yet she felt almost awestruck at this

sudden request that she should walk alone with him. But not to do so, especially after Lady Albury's

injunction, would have been peculiar. She certainly was not tired and had such a walk come naturally it

would have been an additional pleasure to her; but now, though she went she hesitated, and showed her

"Are you afraid to come with me?" he said, as soon as they were out on the gravel together.

"Afraid! Oh, dear no, I should not be afraid to go anywhere with you, I think; only it seems odd that you did

"Because I have something to say to you which I do not wish Nina to hear just at this moment. And then I

"I don't know why it should be so, but I seem to have known you years instead of days."

"More likely because I have learnt to know your papa's daughter." "Do you mean Lucy?"

"Just that. How long do you suppose I have known that Mrs Gregory, who sat opposite to us yesterday?"

"Just fifteen years. I was going to Harrow when she came as a young girl to stay with my mother. Her people

and my people had known each other for the last fifty years. Since that I have seen her constantly, and of

"I know as much about her after all that as if we had lived in two different hemispheres and couldn't speak a

word of each other's language. There isn't a thought or a feeling in common between us. I ask after her

husband and her children, and then tell her it's going to rain. She says something about the old General's

health, and then there is an end of everything between us. When next we meet we do it all over again."

"Very uninteresting. It is because there are so many Mrs Gregorys about that I like to go down to Drumcaller

"Not to me, Ayala." Now she heard the "Ayala", and felt something of what it meant. There had been

moments at which she had almost disliked to hear him call her Miss Dormer; but now now she wished

that he had not called her Ayala. She strove to assume a serious expression of face, but having done so she

could not dare to turn it up towards him. The glance of her little anger, if there was any, fell only upon the

ground. "It is because you are to me a creature so essentially different from Mrs Gregory that I seem to know

you so well. I never want to go to Drumcaller if you are near me or, if I think of Drumcaller, it is that I

"He was staying at Drumcaller he and I together with no one else when he went over to ask her. I

never saw a man so happy as when he came back from Glenbogie. He had got all that he wanted in the

"He is to be my brother. That's why I love him. She can't be your sister." The poor girl, though she had tried

"And whom am I to marry?" Then she saw it all. "Ayala Ayala who is to be my wife?"

"I do not know," she said speaking with a gruff voice, but still in a whisper, with a manner altogether

different thinking how well it would be that she should be taken at once back into the house.

"Do you know whom I would fain have as my wife?" Then he felt that it behoved him to speak out plainly.

He was already sure that she would not at once tell him that it should be as he would have it that she

would not instantly throw herself into his arms. But he must speak plainly to her, and then fight his cause as

best he might. "Ayala, I have asked you to come out with me that I might ask you to be my wife. It is that that

I did not wish Nina to hear at once. If you will put out your hand and say that it shall be so, Nina and all the

world shall know it. I shall be as proud then as Hamel, and as happy happier, I think. It seems to me that

no one can love as I do now, Ayala; it has grown upon me from hour to hour as I have seen you. When I first

took you away to that dance it was so already. Do you remember that night at the theatre when I had come

away from everything and striven so hard that I might be near to you before you went back to your home?

Ayala, I loved you then so dearly but not as I love you now. When I saw you riding away from me

yesterday, when I could not get over the brook, I told myself that unless I might catch you at last, and have

you all to myself, I could never again be happy. Do you remember when you stooped down and kissed that

man's baby at the farmhouse? Oh, Ayala, I thought then that if you would not be my wife if you would not

be my wife I should never have wife, never should have baby, never should have home of my own." She

walked on by his side, listening, but she had not a word to say to him. It had been easy enough to her to reject

and to rebuke and to scorn Tom Tringle, when he had persisted in his suit; but she knew not with what words

to reject this man who stood so high in her estimation, who was in many respects so perfect, whom she so

thoroughly liked but whom, nevertheless she must reject. He was not the Angel of Light. There was

nothing there of the azure wings upon which should soar the all but celestial being to whom she could

condescend to give herself and her love. He was pleasant, good, friendly, kindhearted all that a friend or

a brother should be; but he was not the Angel of Light. She was sure of that. She told herself that she was

quite sure of it, as she walked beside him in silence along the path. "You know what I mean, Ayala, when I

tell you that I love you," he continued. But still she made no answer. "I have seen at last the one human being

with whom I feel that I can be happy to spend my life, and, having seen her, I ask her to be my wife. The

hope has been dwelling with me and growing since I first met you. Shall it be a vain hope? Ayala, may I still

"I don't know what else I ought to say to you, Colonel Stubbs." "Do you mean that you can never love me?"

"That is a hard word and hardly friendly. Is there to be no more than one hard word between you and me?

Though I did not venture to think that you could tell me that you loved me, I looked for something kinder,

something gentler than that." From such a sharp and waspish word as "no",To pluck the sting!

Ayala did not know the lines I have quoted, but the idea conveyed in them was present clearly to her mind.

She would fain have told him, had she known how to do so, that her heart was very gentle towards him, was

very kind, gentle and kind as a sister's but that she could not love him, so as to become his wife. "You are

not he not he, not that Angel of Light, which must come to me, radiant with poetry, beautiful to the eye,

full of all excellences of art, lifted above the earth by the qualities of his mind such a one as must come to

me if it be that I am ever to confess that I love. You are not he, and I cannot love you. But you shall be the

next to him in my estimation, and you are already so dear to me that I would be tender to you, would be

gentle if only I knew how." It was all there, clear enough in her mind, but she had not the words. "I don't

know what it is that I ought to say," she exclaimed through her sobs. "The truth, at any rate," he answered

sternly, "but not the truth, half and half, after the fashion of some young ladies. Do not think that you should

palter with the truth either because it may not be palatable to me, or seem decorous to yourself. To my

happiness this matter is all important, and you are something to my happiness, if only because I have risked it

The altered tone of his voice, which now had in it something of severity, seemed to give her more power.

"Because why? Out with it, whatever it is. If it be something that a man may remedy I will remedy it. Do not

fear to hurt me. Is it because I am ugly? That I cannot remedy." She did not dare to tell him that it was so, but

she looked up at him, not dissenting by any motion of her head. "Then God help me, for ugly I must remain."

"Is it because my name is Stubbs Jonathan Stubbs?" Now she did assent, nodding her head at him. He had

bade her tell him the truth, and she was so anxious to do as he bade her! "If it be so, Ayala, I must tell you

that you are wrong wrong and foolish; that you are carried away by a feeling of romance, which is a false

romance. Far be it from me to say that I could make you happy, but I am sure that your happiness cannot be

made and cannot be marred by such accidents as that. Do you think that my means are not sufficient?"

"No no," she cried; "I know nothing of your means. If I could love you I would not condescend to ask

"But your imagination has depicted to you something grander than I am," then she assented quickly,

turning round and nodding her head to him "someone who shall better respond to that spirit of poetry

which is within you?" Again she nodded her head approvingly, as though to assure him that now he knew the

whole truth. "Then, Ayala, I must strive to soar till I can approach your dreams. But, if you dare to desire

things which are really grand, do not allow yourself to be mean at the same time. Do not let the sound of a

name move you, or I shall not believe in your aspirations. Now, shall I take you back to the house?" Back to

the house they went, and there was not another word spoken between them. By those last words of his she

had felt herself to be rebuked. If it were possible that he could ask her again whether that sound, Jonathan

Stubbs, had anything to do with it, she would let him know now, by some signal, that she no longer found a

barrier in the name. But there were other barriers barriers which he himself had not pretended to call vain.

As to his ugliness, that he had confessed he could not remedy; calling on God to pity him because he was so.

And as for that something grander which he had described, and for which her soul sighed, he had simply said

that he would seek for it. She was sure that he would not find it. It was not to such as he that the something

grander which was to be the peculiar attribute of the Angel of Light could be accorded. But he had

The Colonel and Ayala returned to the house without a word. When they were passing through the hall she

turned to go at once up the stairs to her own room. As she did so he put out his hand to her, and she took it.

But she passed on without speaking, and when she was alone she considered it over all in her own mind.

There could be no doubt that she was right. Of that she was quite sure. It was certainly a fixed law that a girl

should not marry a man unless she loved him. She did not love this man, and therefore she ought not to marry

him. But there were some qualms at her heart as to the possible reality of the image which she had created for

her own idolatry. And she had been wounded when he told her that she should not allow herself to be mean

amidst her soarings. She had been wounded, and yet she knew that he had been right. He had intended to

teach her the same lesson when he told her the absurd story of the woman who had been flung out of the

window. She could not love him; but that name of his should never again be a reason for not doing so. Let the

Angel of Light come to her with his necessary angelic qualities, and no want of euphony in a sound should be

a barrier to him. Nor in truth could any outside appearance be an attribute of angelic light. The Angel of Light

might be there even with red hair. Something as to the truth of this also came across her, though the Colonel

But how should she carry herself now during the four days which remained to her at Stalham Park? All the

loveliness seemed to depart from her prospect. She would hardly know how to open her mouth before her late

friend. She suspected that Lady Albury knew with what purpose the Colonel had taken her out in the

shrubbery, and she would not dare to look Lady Albury in the face. How should she answer Nina if Nina

were to ask her questions about the walk. The hunt for next Wednesday was no longer a delight to which she

could look forward. How would it be possible that Colonel Stubbs should direct her now as to her riding, and

instruct her as to her conduct in the hunting field? It would be better for her that she should return at once to

As she thought of this there did come upon her a reflection that had she been able to accept Colonel Stubbs's

offer there would have been an end for ever to the miseries of her aunt's house. She would have been lifted at

once into the mode of life in which the man lived. Instead of being a stranger admitted by special grace into

such an Elysium as that of Stalham Park, she would become one of those to whom such an Elysium belonged

almost of right. By her own gifts she would have won her way into that upper and brighter life which seemed

to her to be all smiles and all joy. As to his income she thought nothing and cared nothing. He lived with men

who had horses and carriages, and who spent their time in pleasurable pursuits. And she would live amidst

ladies who were always arrayed in bright garments, who, too, had horses and carriages at their command, and

were never troubled by these sordid cares which made life at Kingsbury Crescent so sad and tedious. One

little word would have done it all for her, would have enabled her to take the step by which she would be

But the remembrance of all this only made her firmer in her resolution. If there was any law of right and

wrong fixed absolutely in her bosom, it was this that no question of happiness or unhappiness, of suffering

or joy, would affect her duty to the Angel of Light. She owed herself to him should he come to seek her. She

owed herself to him no less, even should he fail to come. And she owed herself equally whether he should be

rich or poor. As she was fortifying herself with these assurances Nina came to ask her whether she would not

come down to tea. Ayala pleaded headache, and said that she would rest till dinner. "Has anything

happened?" asked Nina. Ayala simply begged that she might be asked no questions then, because her head

was aching. "If you do not tell me everything, I shall think you are no true friend," said Nina, as she left the

As evening drew on she dressed for dinner, and went down into the drawingroom. In doing so it was

necessary to pass through the billiardroom, and there she found Colonel Stubbs, knocking about the balls.

"Are you dressed for dinner?" he exclaimed; "I haven't begun to think of it yet, and Sir Harry hates a man

when he comes in late. That wretch Batsby has beaten me four games." With that he rushed off, putting down

the cue with a rattle, and seeming to Ayala to have recovered altogether from the late prostration of his

In the drawingroom Ayala was for a few minutes alone, and then, as she was glad to see, three or four ladies

all came in at once, so that no question could be asked her by Lady Albury. They went into dinner without the

Colonel, who was in truth late, and she was taken in by Mr Gosling, whose pretty little wife was just opposite

to her. On the other side of her sat Lord Rufford, who had come to Stalham with his wife for a day or two,

and who immediately began to congratulate her on the performance of the day before. "I am told you jumped

the Cranbury Brook," he said. "I should as soon think of jumping the Serpentine."

"Ah," said Lord Rufford, with a sigh, "there is nothing like ignorance, innocence, and youth combined. But

"Because Colonel Stubbs couldn't," said that gentleman, as he took his seat in the vacant chair.

"It may be possible", said Sir Harry, "that a gentleman should not be able to jump over Cranbury Brook; but

any gentleman, if he will take a little trouble, may come down in time for dinner." "Now that I have been

Ayala, who had expected she hardly knew what further troubles, and who had almost feared that nobody

would speak to her because she had misbehaved herself, endeavoured to take heart of grace when she found

that all around her, including the Colonel himself, were as pleasant as ever. She had fancied that Lady Albury

had looked at her specially when Colonel Stubbs took his seat, and she had specially noticed the fact that his

chair had not been next her own. These little matters she was aware Lady Albury managed herself, and was

aware also that in accordance with the due rotation of things she and the Colonel should have been placed

together. She was glad that it was not so, but at the same time she was confident that Lady Albury knew

something of what had passed between herself and her suitor. The evening, however, went off easily, and

nothing occurred to disturb her except that the Colonel had called her by her Christian name, when as usual

he brought to her a cup of tea in the drawingroom. Oh, that he would continue to do so, and yet not demand

The next morning was Sunday, and they all went to church. It was a law at Stalham that every one should go

to church on Sunday morning. Sir Harry himself, who was not supposed to be a peculiarly religious man, was

always angry when any male guest did not show himself in the enormous family pew. "I call it d

indecent," he has been heard to say. But nobody was expected to go twice and consequently nobody ever

did go twice. Lunch was protracted later than usual. The men would roam about the grounds with cigars in

their mouths, and ladies would take to reading in their own rooms, in following which occupation they would

spend a considerable part of the afternoon asleep. On this afternoon Lady Albury did not go to sleep, but

contrived to get Ayala alone upstairs into her little sittingroom. "Ayala," she said, with something between a

"If I am right in what I surmise, you had an offer made to you yesterday which ought to satisfy the heart of

almost any girl in England." Here she paused, but Ayala had not a word to say for herself. "If it was so, the

"I know he did. I knew that it was his intention before. Are you aware what kind of man is my cousin,

Jonathan Stubbs? Has it occurred to you that in truth and gallantry, in honour, honesty, courage and real

tenderness, he is so perfect as to be quite unlike to the crowd of men you see?"

"Good! Where will you find anyone good like him? Compare him to the other men around him, and then say

whether he is good! Can it be possible that you should refuse the love of such a man as that?"

"My dear, it is for your own sake and for his. When you go away from here it may be so difficult for him to

"It is sufficient that he wants it now. What better can you expect for yourself?"

"I expect nothing," said Ayala, proudly. "I have got nothing, and I expect nothing."

"He will give you everything, simply because he loves you. My dear, I should not take the trouble to tell you

all this, did I not know that he is a man who ought to be accepted when he asks such a request as that. Your

happiness would be safe in his hands." She paused, but Ayala had not a word to say. "And he is not a man

likely to renew such a request. He is too proud for that. I can conceive no possible reason for such a refusal

unless it be that you are engaged. If there be someone else, then of course there must be an end of it."

"Then, my dear, with your prospects it is sheer folly. When the General dies he will have over two thousand a

"As if that had anything to do with it!" said Ayala, holding herself aloft in her wrath, and throwing angry

"It is what I call romance," said Lady Albury. "Romance can never make you happy."

"At any rate it is not riches. What you call romance may be what I like best. At any rate if I do not love

After this there was nothing further to be said. Ayala thought that she would be turned out of the room

almost out of the house, in disgrace. But Lady Albury, who was simply playing her part, was not in the least

angry. "Well, my dear," she said, "pray pray, think better of it. I am in earnest, of course, because of my

cousin because he seems to have put his heart upon it. He is just the man to be absolutely in love when he

is in love. But I would not speak as I do unless I were sure that he would make you happy. My cousin

Jonathan is to me the finest hero that I know. When a man is a hero he shouldn't be brokenhearted for want

"She ought not to smile unless she loves him," said Ayala, as she left the room.

The Monday and Tuesday went very quietly. Lady Albury said nothing more on the great subject, and the

Colonel behaved himself exactly as though there had been no word of love at all. There was nothing special

said about the Wednesday's hunt through the two days, till Ayala almost thought that there would be no hunt

for her. Nor, indeed, did she much wish for it. It had been the Colonel who had instigated her to deeds of

daring, and under his sanction that she had ventured to ride. She would hardly know how to go through the

Wednesday whether still to trust him, or whether to hold herself aloof from him. When nothing was said

on the subject till late on the evening of the Tuesday, she had almost resolved that she would not put on her

habit when the morning came. But just as she was about to leave the drawingroom with her bedcandle

Colonel Stubbs came to her. "Most of us ride to the meet tomorrow," he said; "but you and Nina shall be

taken in the waggonette so as to save you a little. It is all arranged." She bowed and thanked him, going to

bed almost sorry that it should have been so settled. When the morning came Nina could not ride. She had

hurt her foot, and, coming early into Ayala's room, declared with tears that she could not go. "Then neither

"But you must. It is all settled, and Sir Harry would be offended if you did not go. What has Jonathan done

"Oh, Ayala, do tell me. I should tell you everything. Of course you must hunt whatever it is. Even though he

"I have. Oh, Nina, pray do not speak of it. Do not think of it if you can help it. Why should everything be

"Other people think so; but if so I shall at any rate be constant to my folly. What I mean is, that it has been

done, and should be passed over as done with. I am quite sure that I ought not to be scolded; but Lady Albury

did scold me." Then they went down together to breakfast, Ayala having prepared herself properly for the

In the waggonette there were with her Lady Albury, Mrs Gosling, and Nina, who was not prevented by her

lameness from going to the meet. The gentlemen all rode, so that there was no immediate difficulty as to

Colonel Stubbs. But when she had been put on her horse by his assistance and found herself compelled to

ride away from the carriage, apparently under his especial guidance her heart misgave her, and she

thoroughly wished that she was at home in the Crescent. Though she was specially under his guidance there

were at first others close around her, and, while they were on the road going to the covert which they were to

draw, conversation was kept up so that it was not necessary for her to speak but what should she do when

she should find herself alone with him as would certain!y be the case? It soon was the case. The hounds were

at work in a large wood in which she was told they might possibly pass the best part of the day, and it was not

long before the men had dispersed themselves, some on this side some on that, and she found herself with no

one near her but the Colonel. "Ayala," he said, "of course you know it is my duty to look after you, and to do

"Do not let any remembrance of that walk on Saturday interfere with your happiness today. Who knows when

"Never!" she said; "I don't suppose I shall ever hunt again." "Carpe diem," he said laughing. "Do you know

"Yes; and therefore you are not supposed to understand it. This is what it means. As an hour for joy has

come, do not let any trouble interfere with it. Let it all be, for this day at least, as though there had been no

walk in the Stalham Woods. There is Larry Twentyman. If I break down as I did on Friday you may always

"Carpe diem," she said to herself. "Oh, yes; if it were only possible. How is one to carpe diem with one's

heart full of troubles?" And it was the less possible because this man whom she had rejected was so anxious

to do everything for her happiness. Lady Albury had told her that he was a hero that he was perfect in

honour, honesty, and gallantry,; and she felt inclined to own that Lady Albury was almost right. Yet yet

how far was he from that image of manly perfection which her daily thoughts had created for her! Could she

have found an appropriate word with which to thank him she would have done so; but there was no such

word; and Larry Twentyman was now with them, taking off his hat and overflowing with compliments. "Oh,

"A very good sort of day, Twentyman, if we were anywhere out of these big woods." Larry shook his head

solemnly. The Mudcombe Woods in which they were now at work had been known to occupy Tony Tappett

and his whole pack from eleven o'clock till the dusk of evening. "We've got to draw them, of course,"

continued the Colonel. Then Mr Twentyman discoursed at some length on the excellence of Mudcombe

Woods. What would any county be without a nursery for young foxes? Gorsecoverts, hedgerows, and little

spinneys would be of no avail unless there were some grandly wild domain in which maternal and paternal

foxes could roam in comparative security. All this was just as Ayala would have it, because it enabled her to

The day, in truth, was not propitious to hunting even. Foxes were found in plenty, and two of them were

killed within the recesses of the wood; but on no occasion did they run a mile into the open. For Ayala it was

very well, because she was galloping hither and thither, and because before the day was over, she found

herself able to talk to the Colonel in her wonted manner; but there was no great glory for her as had been the

On the next morning she was taken back to London and handed over to her aunt in Kingsbury Crescent

without another word having been spoken by Colonel Stubbs in reference to his love.

"I have had a letter from Lady Albury," said Aunt Margaret, almost as soon as Ayala had taken off her hat

"Yes, I know, Aunt Margaret. She wrote to ask that I might stay for four more days. I hope it was not wrong."

"I have had another letter since that, on Monday about it; I have determined to show it you. There it is. You

had better read it by yourself, and I will come to you again in half an hour." Then, very solemnly, but with no

trace of illhumour, Mrs Dosett left the room. There was something in her tone and gait so exceedingly

solemn that Ayala was almost frightened. Of course, the letter must be about Colonel Stubbs, and, of course,

the writer of it would find fault with her. She was conscious that she was adding one to her terribly long list

of sins in not consenting to marry Colonel Stubbs. It was her misfortune that all her friends found fault with

everything that she did. Among them there was not one, not even Nina, who fully sympathised with her. Not

even to Lucy could she expatiate with a certainty of sympathy in regard to the Angel of Light. And now,

though her aunt was apparently not angry only solemn she felt already sure that she was to be told that

it was her duty to marry Colonel Stubbs. It was only the other day that her aunt was preaching to her as to the

propriety of marrying her cousin Tom. It seemed, she said to herself, that people thought that a girl was

bound to marry any man who could provide a house for her, and bread to eat, and clothes to wear. All this

passed through her mind as she slowly drew Lady Albury's letter from the envelope and prepared to read it.

Your niece will return to you, as you request, on Thursday, but before she reaches you I think it my duty to

inform you of a little circumstance which has occurred here. My cousin, Colonel Jonathan Stubbs, who is

also the nephew of the Marchesa Baldoni, has made Miss Dormer an offer. I am bound to add that I did not

think it improbable that it would be so, when I called on your husband, and begged him to allow your niece to

come to us. I did not then know my cousin's intention as a fact. I doubt whether he knew it himself; but from

what I had heard I thought it probable, and, as I conceive that any young lady would be fortunate in becoming

He has proposed to her, and she has rejected him. He has set his heart upon the matter, and I am most anxious

that he should succeed, because I know him to be a man who will not easily brook disappointment where he

I took the liberty of speaking to your niece on the subject, and am disposed to think that she is deterred by

some feeling of foolish romance, partly because she does not like the name, partly because my cousin is not a

handsome man in a girl's eyes more probably, however, she has built up to herself some poetic fiction,

and dreams of she knows not what. If it be so, it is a pity that she should lose an opportunity of settling

herself well and happily in life. She gave as a reason that she did not love him. My experience is not so long

as yours, perhaps, but such as I have has taught me to think that a wife will love her husband when she finds

herself used well at all points. Mercenary marriages are, of course, bad; but it is a pity, I think, that a girl,

such as your niece, should lose the chance of so much happiness by a freak of romance.

Colonel Stubbs, who is only twentyeight years of age, has a staff appointment at Aldershot. He has private

means of his own, on which alone he would be justified in marrying. On the death of his uncle, General

Stubbs, he will inherit a considerable accession of fortune. He is not, of course, a rich man; but he has ample

for the wants of a family. In all other good gifts, temper, manliness, truth, and tenderness, I know no one to

excel him. I should trust any young friend of my own into his hands with perfect safety.

I have thought it right to tell you this. You will use your own judgment in saying what you think fit to your

niece. Should she be made to understand that her own immediate friends approve of the offer, she would

probably be induced to accept it. I have not heard my cousin say what may be his future plans. I think it

possible that, as he is quite in earnest, he will not take one repulse. Should he ask again, I hope that your

Ayala read the letter twice over before her aunt returned to her, and, as she read it, felt something of a feeling

of renewed kindness come upon her in reference to the writer of it not that she was in the least changed in

her own resolution, but that she liked Lady Albury for wishing to change her. The reasons given, however,

were altogether impotent with her. Colonel Stubbs had the means of keeping a wife! If that were a reason

then also ought she to marry her cousin, Tom Tringle. Colonel Stubbs was good and true; but so also very

probably was Tom Tringle. She would not compare the two men. She knew that her cousin Tom was

altogether distasteful to her, while she took delight in the companionship of the Colonel. But the reasons for

marrying one were to her thinking as strong as for marrying the other. There could be only one valid excuse

for marriage that of adoring the man and she was quite sure that she did not adore Colonel Jonathan

Stubbs. Lady Albury had said in her letter, that a girl would be sure to love a man who treated her well after

marriage; but that would not suffice for her. Were she to marry at all, it would be necessary that she should

"Have you read the letter, my dear?" said Mrs Dosett; as she entered the room and closed the door carefully

behind her. She spoke almost in a whisper, and seemed to be altogether changed by the magnitude of the

"Yes, Aunt Margaret. He used to come to Brook Street. He is the Marchesa's nephew."

"Did he " This question Aunt Margaret asked in a very low whisper, and her most solemn voice. "Did he

"Not at all. I never thought of such a thing. I never dreamed of such a thing when he began talking to me out

"Very friendly terms. We were quite friends, and used to talk about all manner of things. I was very fond of

him, and never afraid of anything that he said to me. He was Nina's cousin and seemed almost to be my

"Of course I do. Everybody must like him. But that is no reason why I should want to marry him."

Upon this Mrs Dosett sat silent for awhile turning the great matter over in her thoughts. It was quite clear to

her that every word which Ayala had spoken was true; and probable also that Lady Albury's words were true.

In her inmost thoughts she regarded Ayala as a fool. Here was a girl who had not a shilling of her own, who

was simply a burden on relatives whom she did not especially love, who was doomed to a life which was

essentially distasteful to her for all this in respect to herself and her house Mrs Dosett had sense enough to

acknowledge who seemed devoted to the society of rich and gay people, and yet would not take the

opportunities that were offered her of escaping what she disliked and going to that which she loved! Two

offers had now been made to her, both of them thoroughly eligible, to neither of which would objection have

been made by any of the persons concerned. Sir Thomas had shown himself to be absolutely anxious for the

success of his son. And now it seemed that the grand relations of this Colonel Stubbs were in favour of the

match. What it was in Ayala that entitled her to such promotion Mrs Dosett did not quite perceive. To her

eyes her niece was a fantastic girl, pretty indeed, but not endowed with that regular tranquil beauty which she

thought to be of all feminine graces the most attractive. Why Tom Tringle should have been so deeply

smitten with Ayala had been a marvel to her; and now this story of Colonel Stubbs was a greater marvel.

"You believe what she says? If so why should you not accept him?" "Because I can't," said Ayala.

"Have you any idea what is to become of your future life?" said Mrs Dosett, very gravely.

"Not in the least," said Ayala. But that was a fib, because she had an idea that in the fullness of time it would

This was almost as bad as being told by her Aunt Emmeline that she had encouraged her cousin Tom.

"It's a great shame to say that. I don't want anybody to run after me. I never did."

Mrs Dosett, who was justice itself, did acknowledge to herself that of any such fault as that suggested, Ayala

was innocent. Her fault was quite in the other direction, and consisted of an unwillingness to settle herself

and to free her relations of the burden of maintaining her when proper opportunities arose for doing so. "I

only want to explain to you that people must must must make their hay while the sun shines. You are

"Oneandtwenty is a very good time for a girl to marry that is to say if a proper sort of gentleman asks

"I don't think I ought to be scolded because they don't seem to me to be the proper sort. I don't want anybody

to come. Nobody ought to be talked to about it at all. If I cared about anyone that you or Uncle Reginald did

not approve, then you might talk to me. But I don't think that anything ought to be said about anybody unless

I like him myself." So the conversation was over, and Mrs Dosett felt that she had been entirely vanquished.

Lady Albury's letter was shown to Mr Dosett but he refused to say a word to his niece on the subject.

In the argument which followed between him and his wife he took his niece's part, opposing altogether that

idea that hay should be made while the sun shines. "It simply means selling herself," declared Mr Dosett.

"That is nonsense, Reginald. Of course such a girl as Ayala has to do the best she can with her good looks.

"I hope he will though I do not think that a very safe reed to depend upon as she has twice offended him.

But of course a girl thinks of marrying. Ayala would be very much disgusted if she were told that she was to

be an old maid, and live upon �100 a year supplied by Sir Thomas's bounty. It might have been that she

would have to do it but now that chances are open she ought to take them. She should choose between her

cousin Tom and this Colonel Stubbs; and you should tell her that, if she will not, you will no longer be

To this Mr Dosett turned altogether a deaf ear. He was quite sure that his responsibility must be continued till

Ayala should marry, or till he should die, and he would not make a threat which he would certainly be unable

to carry out. He would be very glad if Ayala could bring herself to marry either of the young men. It was a

pity that she should feel herself compelled to refuse offers so excellent. But it was a matter for her own

judgment, and one in which he would not interfere. For two days this almost led to a coldness between the

man and his wife, during which the sufferings of poor Mrs Dosett were heartrending.

Not many days after Ayala's return her sister Lucy came to see her. Certain reasons had caused Lady Tringle

to stay at Glenbogie longer than usual, and the family was now passing through London on their way to

Merle Park. Perhaps it was the fact that the Trafficks had been effectually extruded from Glenbogie, but

would doubtless turn up at Merle Park, should Lady Tringle take up her residence there before the autumn

was over. That they should spend their Christmas at Merle Park was an acknowledged thing to mamma

Tringle an acknowledged benefit, because she liked to have her daughter with her; to papa Tringle an

acknowledged evil, because he could not endure to be made to give more than he intended to give. That they

should remain there afterwards through January, and till the meeting of Parliament, was to be expected. But it

was hoped that they might be driven to find some home for themselves if they were left homeless by Sir

Thomas for a while. The little plan was hardly successful, as Mr Traffick had put his wife into lodgings at

Hastings, ready to pounce down on Merle Park as soon as Lady Tringle should have occupied the house a

few days. Lady Tringle was now going there with the rest of the family, Sir Thomas having been in town for

Lucy took advantage of the day which they passed in London, and succeeded in getting across to the

Crescent. At this time she had heard nothing of Colonel Stubbs, and was full indeed of her own troubles.

"Seen who?" asked Ayala, who had two "hims" to her bow and thought at the moment rather of her own

"Isadore. He said that he would call here." Ayala explained that she had not seen him, having been absent

from town during the last ten days during which Mr Hamel had in fact called at the house. "Ayala,"

"Oh, where indeed? Of course he would have me, but it would be ruin to him to marry a wife without a penny

when he earns only enough for his own wants. His father has quarrelled with him altogether. He says that

nobody can prevent our being married if we please, and that he is quite ready to make a home for me

instantly; but I know that last year he hardly earned more than two hundred pounds after paying all his

"He has been away almost ever since Mr Hamel came to Glenbogie, and I do not know what he will say.

Aunt Emmeline declares that I can only stay with them just as though I were her daughter, and that a daughter

"Gertrude has her own way with her mother altogether. And of course a daughter cannot really be turned out.

"I should ask Uncle Tom," said Ayala. "She could not make you go out into the street. When she had to get

rid of me, she could send me here in exchange; but she can't say now that you don't suit, and have me back

"Oh, Ayala, it is so miserable. I feel that I do not know what to do with myself."

"Nor do I," said Ayala, jumping up from the bed on which she was sitting. "It does seem to be so

"Oh, yes; quite so. His name is such a name, Lucy his name is Colonel Jonathan Stubbs."

"That is Isadore's friend the man who lives at Drumcaller. "Exactly. He told me that Mr Hamel was at

"That is the worst part of it all, Lucy. If I did not like him I should not mind it half so much. It is just because

I like him so very much that I am so very unhappy. "His hair is just the colour of Aunt Emmeline's big

"I don't think I do much, because he does look so goodnatured when he laughs. Indeed he is always the most

"Has he got an income enough for marriage?" asked Lucy, whose sorrows were already springing from that

"Because I can't," said Ayala. "How is a girl to love a man if she does not love him? Liking has nothing to do

This question had not been answered when Aunt Margaret came into the room, declaring that the Tringle

manservant, who had walked across the park with Miss Dormer, was waxing impatient. The sisters, therefore,

"I tell you fairly that I think you altogether wrong that it is cowardly, unmanly, and disgraceful. I don't

"It is one of those matters on which a person must speak the truth or not speak at all. I should not have spoken

"That's true. I do not know that I am especially quick at what you call caring for young ladies. If I care for

"I suppose so; but that may as well be dropped for the present. You mean to marry this girl simply because

"Exactly that as you before long will marry some gentleman only because he has got money."

"You have no right to say so because I am engaged to no man. But if I were so it is quite different. Unless I

marry I can be nobody. I can have no existence that I can call my own. I have no other way of pushing myself

"You mean to say that I could become a merchant or a lawyer be a Lord Chancellor in time, or perhaps an

Archbishop of Canterbury." "You can live and eat and drink and go where you wish without being dependent

on anyone. If I had your freedom and your means do you think that I would marry for money?"

In this dialogue the main part was taken by Mr Frank Houston, whose ambition it was to marry Miss

Gertrude Tringle, and the lady's part by his cousin and intimate friend, Miss Imogene Docimer. The scene

was a walk through a pine forest on the southern slopes of the Tyrolean Alps, and the occasion had been

made a little more exhilarating than usual by the fact that Imogene had been strongly advised both by her

brother, Mr Mudbury Docimer, and by her sisterin law, Mrs Mudbury Docimer, not to take any more distant

rambles with her faraway cousin Frank Houston. In the teeth of that advice this walk was taken, and the

conversation in the pine wood had at the present moment arrived at the point above given.

"I do not know that any two persons were ever further asunder in an argument than you and I in this," said

Frank, not in the least disconcerted by the severe epithets which had been applied to him. "I conceive that you

are led away by a desire to deceive yourself, whereas hypocrisy should only be used with the object of

"In making believe that men are generally different from what they are in trying to suppose that I ought to

be, if I am not, a hero. You shall not find a man whose main object is not that of securing an income. The

clergyman who preaches against gold licks the ground beneath the minister's feet in order that he may

become a bishop. The barrister cares not with what case he may foul his hands so long as he may become

rich. The man in trade is so aware of his own daily dishonesty that he makes two separate existences for

himself, and endeavours to atone for his rascality in the City by his performance of all duties at the West End.

I regard myself to be so infinitely cleaner in my conscience than other men that I could not bring myself to be

a bishop, an attorneygeneral, or a great merchant. Of all the ways open to me this seems to me to be the

least sordid. I give her the only two things which she desires myself and a position. She will give me the

only thing I desire, which is some money. When you marry you'll make an equally fine bargain only your

"Yes, I shall. I shall make the most of her, and shall do so by becoming as fond of her as I can. Of course I

like breeding. Of course I like beauty. Of course I like that aroma of feminine charm which can only be

produced by a mixture of intellect, loveliness, taste, and early association. I don't pretend to say that my

future would not be much sweeter before me with you as my wife if only either of us had a sufficiency of

income. I acknowledge that. But then I acknowledge also that I prefer Miss Tringle, with �100,000, to you

with nothing; and I do not think that I ought to be called unmanly, disgraceful, and a coward, because I have

courage enough to speak the truth openly to a friend whom I trust. My theory of life shocks you, not because

They were silent for a while as they went on through the path, and then Miss Docimer spoke to him in an

altered voice. "I must ask you not to speak to me again as one who by any possibility could have been your

"Very well. You will not wish me to abandon the privilege of thinking of past possibilities?"

"Quite impossible! One's thoughts, I imagine, are always supposed to be one's own."

"You know what I mean. A gentleman will always spare a woman if he can do so; and there are cases such as

have been ours, in which it is a most imperative duty to do so. You should not have followed us when you

"I took care to let you know, beforehand, that I intended it." "You should not have thrown the weight upon

"I wonder what you would have said then how loudly you would have abused me had I not written!

Would you not have told me then that I had not the courage to be open with you?" He paused for an answer,

but she made none. "But I do recognize the necessity of my becoming subject to abuse in this state of affairs.

I have been in no respect false, nor in any way wanting in affection. When I suggested to you that 600 pounds

a year between us, with an increasing family, and lodgings in Marylebone, would be uncomfortable, you

shuddered at the prospect. When I explained to you that you would have the worst of it because my club

would be open to me, you were almost angry with me because I seemed to imply that there could be any

"There could only be one decision unless you were man enough to earn your bread."

"But I wasn't. But I ain't. You might as well let that accident pass, sans dire. Was there ever a moment in

"Then why throw it in my teeth now? That is not fair. However, I do own that I have to be abused. I don't see

any way in which you and I are to part without it. But you need not descend to Billingsgate."

"Upperworld Billingsgate! Cowardice, as an accusation from a woman to a man, is upperworld

Billingsgate. But it doesn't matter. Of course I know what it means. Do you think your brother wants me to

"I cannot in the least understand why not. What has a question of art to do with marriage or giving in

marriage? And why should Mrs Docimer be so angry with me, when she has known the truth all along?"

"There are questions which it is of no avail to answer. I have come out with you now because I thought it

well that we should have a final opportunity of understanding each other. You understand me at any rate."

"Perfectly," he said. "You have taken especial care on this occasion to make yourself intelligible."

"So I intended. And as you do understand me, and know how far I am from approving your philosophy, you

can hardly wish to remain with us longer." Then they walked on together in absolute silence for above a mile.

They had come out of the wood, and were descending, by a steep and narrow path, to the village in which

stood the hotel at which the party was staying. Another ten minutes would take them down to the high road.

The path here ran by the side of a rivulet, the course of which was so steep that the waters made their way

down in a succession of little cataracts. From the other side of the path was a fence, so close to it, that on this

particular spot there was room only for one to walk. Here Frank Houston stepped in front of his companion,

so as to stop her. "Imogene," he said, "if it is intended that I am to start by the diligence for Innsbruck this

"Then you have done it in so bitter a mood that you had better try your hand at it again. Heaven only knows

"I have always felt that the hearts of men are softer than the hearts of women. A woman's hand is soft, but she

can steel her heart when she thinks it necessary, as no man can do. Does it occur to you at this moment that

"It may be so that I wish it also but there is the fact. No wishing will enable me to get rid of it. No wishing

will save me from the memory of early dreams and sweet longings and vain triumphs. There is the

remembrance of bright glory made very sad to me by the meanness of the existing truth. I do not say but that

I would obliterate it if I could; but it is not to be obliterated; the past will not be made more pleasant to me by

any pretence of present indignation. I should have thought that it would have been the same with you."

"Misplaced. You had better let me pass on. I have, as you say, steeled myself. I will not condescend to any

tenderness. In my brother's presence and my sister's I will wish you goodbye and express a hope that you may

be successful in your enterprises. Here, by the brookside, out upon the mountain path, where there is no one

to hear us but our two selves, I will bid you no farewell softer than that already spoken. Go and do as you

propose. You have my leave. When it shall have been done there shall never be a word spoken by me against

it. But, when you ask me whether you are right, I will only say that I think you to be wrong. It may be that

you owe nothing to me; but you owe something to her, and something also to yourself. Now, Mr Houston, I

He shrugged his shoulders and then stepped out of the path, thinking as he did so how ignorant he had been,

after all that had passed, of much of the character of Imogene Docimer. It could not be, he had thought, but

that she would melt into softness at last. "I will not condescend to any tenderness," she had said, and it

seemed that she would be as good as her word. He then walked down before her in silence, and in silence

they reached the inn. "Mr Houston," said Mrs Docimer, before they sat down to dinner together, "I thought it

"I have taken my place to Innsbruck by the diligence this evening," he answered.

"Perhaps it will be better so, though both Mudbury and I will be sorry to lose your company."

"Yes, Mrs Docimer, I have taken my place. Your sister seemed to think that there would be great danger if I

waited till tomorrow morning when I could have got a pleasant lift in a return carriage. I hate travelling at

night and I hate diligences. I was quite prepared to post all the way, though it would have ruined me only

"It does not signify. What a man without a wife may suffer in that way never does signify. It's just fourteen

"That's nonsense. You needn't go the whole way unless you like. You could sleep at Brunecken."

"Brunecken is only twelve miles, and it might be dangerous." "Of course you choose to turn everything into

"Better that than tears, Mrs Docimer. What's the good of crying? I can't make myself an elder son. I can't

endow Imogene with a hundred thousand pounds. She told me just now that I might earn my bread, but she

"I am going this evening. Shall I walk on, half a stage, at once, without any dinner? I wish you had heard

the kind of things she said to me. You would not have thought that I had gone to walk with her for my own

"I think not but nevertheless I bore them. A woman, of course, can say what she pleases. There's Docimer

Mr Docimer came out on the terrace, on which the two were standing, looking as sour as death. "He is going

"Now, Docimer," said Frank, "pray do not make yourself unpleasant. Your sister has been abusing me all the

morning like a pickpocket, and your wife looks at me as though she would say just as much if she dared.

"What will everybody think at home", said Mrs Docimer, "when they know that you're with us again? What

"I shall not follow her very long," said Frank. "My wings will soon be cut, and then I shall never fly again."

They were at this time walking up and down the terrace together, and it seemed for a while that neither of

them had another word to say in the matter of the dispute between them. Then Houston went on again in his

own defence. "Of course it is all bad," he said. "Of course we have all been fools. You knew it, and allowed

"We thought that when your uncle died there would have been money," said Docimer, with a subdued growl.

"Exactly; and so did I. You do not mean to say that I deceived either you or her?"

"There should have been an end of it when that hope was over." "Of course there should. There should never

have been a dream that she or I could marry on six hundred a year. Had not all of us been fools, we should

have taken our hats off and bade each other farewell for ever when the state of the old man's affairs was

known. We were fools; but we were fools together; and none of us have a right to abuse the others. When I

became acquainted with this young lady at Rome, it had been settled among us that Imogene and I must seek

At this moment Imogene herself joined them on the terrace. "Mary," she said to her sisterinlaw, "I hope

you are not carrying on this battle with Mr Houston. I have said what there was to be said."

"Be that as it may I have said it, and he quite understands what I think about it. Let us eat our dinner in peace

and quietness, and then let him go on his travels. He has the world free before him, which he no doubt will

open like an oyster, though he does not carry a sword." Soon after this they did dine, and contented

themselves with abusing the meat and the wine, and finding fault with Tyrolese cookery, just as though they

had no deeper cares near their hearts. Precisely at six the heavy diligence stopped before the hotel door, and

Houston, who was then smoking with Docimer on the terrace, got up to bid them adieu. Mrs Docimer was

kind and almost affectionate, with a tear in her eye. "Well old fellow," said Docimer, "take care of yourself.

Perhaps everything will turn up right some of these days." "Goodbye, Mr Houston," said Imogene, just giving

him her hand to touch in the lightest manner possible. "God bless you, Imogene," said he. And there was a

tear also in his eye. But there was none in hers, as she stood looking at him while he prepared himself for his

departure; nor did she say another word to him as he went. "And now", said she, when the three of them were

left upon the terrace, "I will ask a great favour of you both. I will beg you not to let there be another word

about Mr Houston among us." After that she rambled out by herself, and was not seen again by either of them

When she was alone she too shed her tears, though she felt impatient and vexed with herself as they came

into her eyes. It was not perhaps only for her lost love that she wept. Had no one known that her love had

been given and then lost she might have borne it without weeping. But now, in carrying on this vain affair of

hers, in devoting herself to a lover who had, with her own consent, passed away from her, she had spent the

sweet fresh years of her youth, and all those who knew her would know that it had been so. He had told her

that it would be her fate to purchase for herself a husband with her beauty. It might be so. At any rate she did

not doubt her own beauty. But, if it were to be so, then the romance and the charm of her life were gone. She

had quite agreed that six hundred a year, and lodgings in Marylebone, would be quite unendurable; but what

was there left for her that would be endurable? He could be happy with the prospect of Gertrude Tringle's

money. She could not be happy, looking forward to that unloved husband who was to be purchased by her

Sir Thomas took the real holiday of the year at Glenbogie where he was too far removed from Lombard

Street to be drawn daily into the vortex of his millions. He would stay usually six weeks at Glenbogie

which were by no means the happiest weeks of the year. Of all the grand things of the world which his energy

and industry had produced for him, he loved his millions the best. It was not because they were his as

indeed they were not. A considerable filing off them what he regarded as his percentage annually

became his own; but it was not this that he loved. In describing a man's character it is the author's duty to give

the man his due. Sir Thomas liked his own wealth well enough. Where is the rich man who does not? or

where is the poor man who does not wish that he had it to like? But what he loved were the millions with

which Travers and Treason dealt. He was Travers and Treason, though his name did not even appear in the

firm, and he dealt with the millions. He could affect the rate of money throughout Europe, and emissaries

from national treasuries would listen to his words. He had been Governor and DeputyGovernor of the Bank

of England. All the City respected him, not so much because he was rich, as that he was one who thoroughly

understood millions. If Russia required to borrow some infinite number of roubles, he knew how to arrange

it, and could tell to a rouble at what rate money could be made by it, and at what rate money would certainly

be lost. He liked his millions, and was therefore never quite comfortable at Glenbogie. But at Merle Park he

was within easy reach of London. At Merle Park he was not obliged to live, from week's end to week's end,

without a sight of Lombard Street. The family might be at Merle Park, while he might come down on a

Friday and remain till Tuesday morning. That was the plan proposed for Merle Park. As a fact he would

spend four days in town, and only two down in the country. Therefore, though he spent his sonamed holiday

In this autumn he went up to London long before his family, and then found them at Merle Park on the

Saturday after their arrival there. They had gone down on the previous Wednesday. On the Saturday, when he

entered the house, the first thing he saw was Mr Traffick's hat in the hall. This was Saturday, 23rd November,

and there would be three months before Parliament would meet! A curse was not muttered, but just formed

between his teeth, as he saw the hat. Sir Thomas, in his angriest mood, never went so far as quite to mutter

his curses. Will one have to expiate the anathemas which are well kept within the barrier of the teeth, or only

those which have achieved some amount of utterance? Sir Thomas went on, with a servant at his heels,

chucking about the doors rather violently, till he found Mr Traffick alone in the drawingroom. Mr Traffick

had had a glass of sherry and bitters brought in for his refreshment and Sir Thomas saw the glass on the

mantelpiece. He never took sherry and bitters himself. One glass of wine, with his two o'clock mutton chop,

sufficed him till dinner. It was all very well to be a Member of Parliament, but, after all, Members of

Parliament never do anything. Men who work don't take sherry and bitters! Men who work don't put their

hats in other people's halls without leave from the master of the house! "Where's your mistress?" said Sir

Thomas, to the man, without taking any notice of his soninlaw. The ladies had only just come in from

driving, were very cold, and had gone up to dress. Sir Thomas went out of the room, again banging the door,

and again taking no notice of Mr Traffick. Mr Traffick put his hand up to the mantelpiece, and finished his

"My dear," said Mr Traffick to his wife, up in her bedroom, "your father has come down in one of his

"But it does not signify the least. Give him a kiss when you see him, and don't seem to notice it. There is not

a man in the world has a higher regard for me than your father, but if anyone were to see him in one of his

"I hope he won't be downright unkind, Septimus," said his wife. "Never fear! The kindesthearted man in the

world is your father." "So he's here!" That was the first word of greeting which Sir Thomas addressed to his

"The !" But Sir Thomas restrained the word on the right, or inside, of the teeth.

"They thought we were to be here a day sooner, and so they came on the Wednesday morning. They were to

"You don't want to turn your own daughter out of your own house?" "Why doesn't he get a house of his own

for her? For her sake why doesn't he do it? He has the spending of �6,000 a year of my money, and yet I am

to keep him! No I don't want to turn my daughter out of my house; but it'll end in my turning him out."

When a week had passed by Mr Traffick had not been as yet turned out. Sir Thomas, when he came back to

Merle Park on the following Friday, condescended to speak to his soninlaw, and to say something to him

as to the news of the day; but this he did in an evident spirit of preconceived hostility. "Everything is down

"Fluctuations are always common at this time of the year," said Traffick; "but I observe that trade always

"To a man with a fixed income like you, it doesn't much matter," said Sir Thomas.

"Exactly. A man who has an income, and never spends it, need not trouble himself with private views as to

the money market." Mr Traffick rubbed his hands, and asked whether the new buildings at the back of the

Lombard Street premises were nearly finished. Mr Traffick's economy had a deleterious effect upon

Gertrude, which she, poor girl, did not deserve. Sir Thomas, deeply resolving in his mind that he would, at

some not very distant date, find means by which he would rid himself of Mr Traffick, declared to himself that

he would not, at any rate, burden himself with another soninlaw of the same kind. Frank Houston was, to

his thinking, of the same kind, and therefore he hardened his heart against Frank Houston. Now Frank

Houston, could he have got his wife with �6,000 a year as Mr Traffick had done would certainly not

have troubled the Tringle mansions with too much of his presence. It would have been his object to remove

himself as far as possible from the Tringles, and to have enjoyed his life luxuriously with the proceeds of his

wife's fortune. But his hopes in this respect were unjustly impeded by Mr Traffick's parsimony. Soon after

leaving the hotel in the Tyrol at which we lately saw him, Frank Houston wrote to his ladylove, declaring

the impatience of his ardour, and suggesting that it would be convenient if everything could be settled before

Christmas. In his letter he declared to Gertrude how very uncomfortable it was to him to have to discuss

money matters with her father. It was so disagreeable that he did not think that he could bring himself to do it

again. But, if she would only be urgent with her father, she would of course prevail. Acting upon this

Gertrude determined to be urgent with her father on his second coming to Merle Park, when, as has been

explained, Sir Thomas was in a frame of mind very much opposed to impecunious sonsinlaw. Previous to

attacking her father Gertrude had tried her hand again upon her mother, but Lady Tringle had declined. "If

anything is to be done you must do it yourself," Lady Tringle had said. "Papa," said Gertrude, having

followed him into a little sittingroom where he digested and arranged his telegrams when at Merle Park, "I

Sir Thomas at this moment was very angry. Mr Traffick had not only asked for the loan of a carriage to take

him into Hastings, but had expressed a wish that there might be a peculiar kind of claret served at dinner with

which he was conversant and to which he was much attached. "Then", said he, "you may as well have it all

"You may understand for good and all that I will have nothing to do with Mr Houston."

"My dear, if you call me cruel I will not allow you to come and talk to me at all. Cruel indeed! What is your

"Everybody knows nothing of the kind. I know nothing of the kind. And you are only making a fool of

yourself. Mr Houston is a penniless adventurer and is only attached to my money. He shall never see a penny

"He is not an adventurer, papa. He is much less like an adventurer than Mr Traffick. He has an income of his

"About as much as would pay his bill at the club for cigars and champagne. You may make your mind at rest,

for I will not give Mr Houston a shilling. Why should a man expect to live out of my earnings who never did

Gertrude left the room despondently, as there was nothing more to be done on the occasion. But it seemed to

her as though she were being used with the utmost cruelty. Augusta had been allowed to marry her man

without a shilling, and had been enriched with �120,000. Why should she be treated worse than Augusta? She

was very strongly of opinion that Frank Houston was very much better than Septimus Traffick. Mr Traffick's

aptitude for saving his money was already known to the whole household. Frank would never wish to save.

Frank would spend her income for her like a gentleman. Frank would not hang about Glenbogie or Merle

Park till he should be turned out. Everybody was fond of Frank. But she, Gertrude, had already learnt to

despise Mr Traffick, Member of Parliament though he was. She had already begun to think that having been

chosen by Frank Houston, who was decidedly a man of fashion, she had proved herself to be of higher calibre

than her sister Augusta. But her father's refusal to her had been not only very rough but very decided. She

would not abandon her Frank. Such an idea never for a moment crossed her mind. But what step should she

next take? Thinking over it during the whole of the day she did at last form a plan. But she greatly feared that

the plan would not recommend itself to Mr Frank Houston. She was not timid, but he might be so. In spite of

her father's anger and roughness she would not doubt his ultimate generosity; but Frank might doubt it. If

Frank could be induced to come and carry her off from Merle Park and marry her in some manner approved

for such occasions, she would stand the risk of getting the money afterwards. But she was greatly afraid that

the risk would be too much for Frank. She did not, however, see any other scheme before her. As to waiting

patiently till her father's obdurate heart should be softened by the greater obduracy of her own love, there was

a tedium and a prolonged dullness in such a prospect which were anything but attractive to her. Had it been

possible she would have made a bargain with her father. "If you won't give us �120,000 let us begin with

�60,000." But even this she feared would not altogether be agreeable to Frank. Let her think of it how she

would, that plan of being run away with seemed alone to be feasible and not altogether disagreeable.

It was necessary that she should answer her lover's letter. No embargo had as yet been put upon her

correspondence, and therefore she could send her reply without external difficulty:

Dear Frank, [she said,] I quite agree with you about Christmas. It ought to be settled. But I have very bad

news to send to you. I have been to papa as you told me, but he was very unkind. Nothing could be worse. He

said that you ought to earn your bread, which is, of course, all humbug. He didn't understand that there ought

to be some gentlemen who never earn their bread. I am sure, if you had been earning your bread by going to

He says that he will not give a single shilling. I think he is angry because Augusta's husband will come and

live here always. That is disgusting, of course. But it isn't my fault. It is either that, or else some money has

gone wrong or perhaps he had a very bad fit of indigestion. He was, however, so savage, that I really do

not know how to go to him again. Mamma is quite afraid of him, and does not dare say a word, because it

What ought to be done? Of course, I don't like to think that you should be kept waiting. I am not sure that I

quite like it myself. I will do anything you propose, and am not afraid of running a little risk. If we could get

married without his knowing anything about it, I am sure he would give the money afterwards because he

is always so goodnatured in the long run, and so generous. He can be very savage, but he would be sure to

forgive. How would it be if I were to go away? I am of age, and I believe that no one could stop me. If you

could manage that we should get married in that way, I would do my best. I know people can get themselves

married at Ostend. I do not see what else is to be done. You can write to me at present here, and nothing

wrong will come of it. But Augusta says that if papa were to begin to suspect anything about my going away

he would stop my letters. Dear Frank, I am yours always, and always most lovingly,

"You needn't be a bit afraid but that I should be quite up to going off if you could arrange it."

"I believe, papa," said Mrs Traffick, on the afternoon of the day on which this was written, "that Gertrude is

thinking of doing something wrong, and therefore I feel it to be my duty to bring you this letter." Augusta had

not been enabled to read the letter, but had discussed with her sister the propriety of eloping. "I won't advise

it," she had said, "but, if you do, Mr Houston should arrange to be married at Ostend. I know that can be

done." Some second thought had perhaps told her that any such arrangement would be injurious to the noble

blood of the Traffick family, and she had therefore "felt it to be her duty" to extract the letter from the family

letterbox, and to give it to her father. A daughter who could so excellently do her duty would surely not be

Sir Thomas took the letter and said not a word to his elder child. When he was alone he doubted. He was

halfminded to send the letter on. What harm could the two fools do by writing to each other? While he held

the strings of the purse there could be no marriage. Then he bethought himself of his paternal authority, of the

right he had to know all that his daughter did and he opened the letter. "There ought to be gentlemen who

don't earn their bread!" "Ought there?" said he to himself. If so, these gentlemen ought not to come to him for

bread. He was already supporting one such, and that was quite enough. "Mamma is quite afraid of him, and

doesn't dare say a word." That he rather liked. "I am sure he would give the money afterwards." "I am sure he

would do no such thing," he said to himself, and he reflected that in such a condition he should rather be

delighted than otherwise in watching the impecunious importunities of his baffled soninlaw. The next

sentence reconciled his girl to him almost entirely. "He is always so goodnatured in the long run, and so

generous!" For "goodnatured" he did not care much, but he liked to be thought generous. Then he calmly

He sat for ten minutes thinking what he had better do, finding the task thus imposed upon him to be much

more difficult than the distribution of a loan. At last he determined that, if he did nothing, things would

probably settle themselves. Mr Houston, when he received no reply from his ladylove, would certainly be

quiescent, and Gertrude, without any assent from her lover, could hardly arrange her journey to Ostend.

Perhaps it might be well that he should say a word of caution to his wife; but as to that he did not at present

quite make up his mind, as he was grievously disturbed while he was considering the subject. "If you please,

Sir Thomas," said the coachman, hurrying into the room almost without the ceremony of knocking "if you

please, Phoebe mare has been brought home with both her knees cut down to the bone."

"What!" exclaimed Sir Thomas, who indulged himself in a taste for horseflesh, and pretended to know one

animal from another. "Yes, indeed, Sir Thomas, down to the bone," said the coachman, who entertained all

that animosity against Mr Traffick which domestics feel for habitual guests who omit the ceremony of

tipping. "Mr Traffick brought her down on Windover Hill, Sir Thomas, and she'll never be worth a feed of

oats again. I didn't think a man was born who could throw that mare off her feet, Sir Thomas." Now Mr

Traffick, when he had borrowed the phaeton and pair of horses that morning to go into Hastings, had

Has any irascible reader any reader who thoroughly enjoys the pleasure of being in a rage encountered

suddenly some grievance which, heavy as it may be, has been more than compensated by the privilege it has

afforded of blowingup the offender? Such was the feeling of Sir Thomas as he quickly followed his

coachman out of the room. He had been very proud of his Phoebe mare, who could trot with him from the

station to the house at the rate of twelve miles an hour. But in his present frame of mind he had liked the mare

less than he disliked his soninlaw. Mr Traffick had done him this injury, and he now had Mr Traffick on

the hip. There are some injuries for which a host cannot abuse his guest. If your best Venetian decanter be

broken at table you are bound to look as though you liked it. But if a horse be damaged a similar amount of

courtesy is hardly required. The wellnurtured gentleman, even in that case, will only look unhappy and not

say a word. Sir Thomas was hardly to be called a wellnurtured gentleman; and then it must be remembered

that the offender was his soninlaw. "Good heavens!" he exclaimed, hurrying into the yard. "What is this?"

The mare was standing out on the pavement with three men around her, of whom one was holding her head,

another was down on his knees washing her wounds, and the third was describing the fatal nature of the

wounds which she had received. Traffick was standing at a little distance, listening in silence to the implied

rebukes of the groom. "Good heavens, what is this?" repeated Sir Thomas, as he joined the conclave.

"There are a lot of loose stones on that hill," said Traffick, "and she tripped on one and came down, all in a

lump, before you could look at her. I'm awfully sorry, but it might have happened to anyone."

Sir Thomas knew how to fix his darts better than by throwing them direct at his enemy. "She has utterly

destroyed herself," said he, addressing himself to the head groom, who was busily employed with the sponge

"I'm afraid she has, Sir Thomas. The jointoil will be sure to run on both knees; the gashes is so mortal

"I've driven that mare hundreds of times down that hill," said Sir Thomas, "and I never knew her to trip

"It was my own fault, Bunsum. That's all that can be said about it." Bunsum the groom, kneeling as he was,

expressed, by his grimaces, his complete agreement with this last opinion of his master. "Of course I ought to

"You'd better take her and shoot her," said Sir Thomas, still addressing the groom. "She was the best thing we

had in the stable, but now she is done for." With that he turned away from the yard without having as yet

This was so intolerable that even Mr Traffick could not bear it in silence. "I have told you that I am very

sorry," said he, following Sir Thomas closely, "and I don't know what a man can do more."

"I'm not sure of it at all. If you wanted another tomorrow you'd ask for him if you thought you could get

"Bother!" said Sir Thomas. "It is no good in being kind to a fellow like you. Did you ever hear what the

cabman did who had a sovereign given to him for driving a mile? He asked the fool who gave it him to make

it a guinea. I am the fool, and, by George, you are the cabman!" With this Sir Thomas turned into the house

"Your father has insulted me horribly," he said to his wife, whom he found up in her bedroom.

"That little mare of his, which I have no doubt has come down half a score of times before, fell with me and

"It's a kind of thing that might happen to anyone, and no gentleman thinks of mentioning it. He said such

things to me that upon my word I don't think I can stop in the house any longer."

"Of course, it is a difference coming from one's fatherinlaw. It's almost the same as from one's father."

"I suppose not. If he had, I really couldn't have borne it. He does become very rough sometimes, but I know

that at bottom he has a thorough respect for me. It is only that induces me to bear it." Then it was settled

between husband and wife that they should remain in their present quarters, and that not a word further

should be said, at any rate by them, about the Phoebe mare. Nor did Sir Thomas say another word about the

mare, but he added a note to those already written in the tablets of his memory as to his soninlaw, and the

note declared that no hint, let it be ever so broad, would be effectual with Mr Traffick. The next day was a

Sunday, and then another trouble awaited Sir Thomas. At this time it was not customary with Tom to come

often to Merle Park. He had his own lodgings in London and his own club, and did not care much for the

rural charms of Merle Park. But on this occasion he had condescended to appear, and on the Sunday

afternoon informed his father that there was a matter which he desired to discuss with him. "Father," said he,

"Confounded", said Sir Thomas, "is a stupid foolish word, and it means nothing."

"There is a sort of comfort in it, Sir," said Tom; "but if it's objectionable I'll drop it."

"I couldn't do that, father. A word is all very well. A man can drop a word; but a girl is a different sort of

"Yes, I have. I've done my best to try. I put it out of my mind for a fortnight and wouldn't think of her. I had a

bottle of champagne every day at dinner and then went to the theatre. But it was all of no use. I have set my

heart on it and I can't give her up. I'll tell you what I'd like to do. I'd like to give her a diamond necklace."

"Why not? It's what other men do. I mean it to be something handsome about three hundred pounds."

"If she took it, she'd take me too. If she didn't why I should still have the diamonds. I mean to try any

"I thought you'd let me have the money. It's no good running into debt for them. And then if you'd add

something of your own a locket, or something of that kind I think it would have an effect. I have seen

a necklace at Ricolay's, and if I could pay ready money for it I could have twenty percent off it. The price

named is three hundred guineas. That would make it �254 5s. �250 would buy it if the cheque was offered."

There was a spirit about the son which was not displeasing to the father. That idea that the gift, if accepted,

would be efficacious, or if not that it would be rejected so that Tom would not lose his hopes and his

diamonds together seemed to be sound. Sir Thomas, therefore, promised the money, with the distinct

understanding that if the gift were not accepted by Ayala it should be consigned to his own hands. But as for

any present from himself, he felt that this would not be the time for it. He had called upon his niece and

solicited her himself, and she had been deaf to his words. After that he could not condescend to send her gifts.

"Should she become my promised daughterinlaw then I would send her presents," said Sir Thomas.

The poor man certainly received less pleasure from his wealth than was credited to him by those who knew

his circumstances. Yet he endeavoured to be good to those around him, and especially good to his children.

There had been present to him ever since the beginning of his successes ever since his marriage a fixed

resolution that he would not be a curmudgeon with his money, that he would endeavour to make those happy

who depended on him, and that he would be liberal in such settlements for his children as might be conducive

to their happiness and fortunes in life. In this way he had been very generous to Mr Traffick. The man was a

Member of Parliament, the son of a peer, and laborious. Why should he expect more? Money was wanting,

but he could supply the money. So he had supplied it, and had been content to think that a good man should

be propped up in the world by his means. What that had come to the reader knows. He thoroughly detested

his soninlaw, and would have given much to have had his money back again so that Mr Traffick should

Then there was his second daughter! What should be done with Gertrude? The money should be forthcoming

for her too if the fitting man could be found. But he would have nothing further to do with a penniless lover,

let his position in the world of fashion, or even in the world of politics, be what it might. The man should

either have wealth of his own, or should be satisfied to work for it. Houston had been unfortunate in the

moment of his approaches. Sir Thomas had been driven by his angry feelings to use hard, sharp words, and

now was forced to act up to his words. He declared roughly that Mr Houston should not have a shilling of his

money as he had certainly been justified for doing; and his daughter, who had always been indulged in

every kind of luxury, had at once concocted a plot for running away from her home! As he thought of the plot

it seemed to be wonderful to him that she should be willing to incur such a danger to be ready without a

penny to marry a penniless man till he confessed to himself that, were she to do so, she would certainly

have the money sooner or later. He was capable of passion, capable of flying out and saying a very severe

thing to Septimus Traffick or another when his temper was hot; but he was incapable of sustained wrath. He

was already aware that if Mr Traffick chose to stay he would stay that if Mr Houston were brave enough

to be persistent he might have both the money and the girl. As he thought of it all he was angry with himself,

And now here was Tom whom at the present moment he liked the best of all his children, who of the three

was the least inclined to run counter to him ready to break his heart, because he could not get a little chit

of a girl of whom he would probably be tired in twelve months after he possessed her! Remembering what

Tom had been, he was at a loss to understand how such a lad should be so thoroughly in love. At the present

moment, had Ayala been purchaseable, he would have been willing to buy her at a great price, because he

would fain have pleased Tom had it been possible. But Ayala, who had not a penny in the world who

never would have a penny unless he should give it her would not be purchased, and would have nothing to

do with Tom! The world was running counter to him, so that he had no pleasure in his home, no pleasure in

his money, no pleasure in his children. The little back parlour in Lombard Street was sweeter to him than

Merle Park, with all its charms. His daughter Gertrude wanted to run away from him, while by no inducement

While he was in this humour he met his niece Lucy roaming about the garden. He knew the whole story of

Lucy's love, and had been induced by his wife to acknowledge that her marriage with the sculptor was not to

be sanctioned. He had merely expressed his scorn when the unfortunate circumstances of Hamel's birth had

been explained to him again and again. He had ridiculed the horror felt by his wife at the equally illborn

brothers and sisters in Rome. He had merely shaken his head when he was told that Hamel's father never

went inside any place of worship. But when it was explained to him that the young man had, so to say, no

income at all, then he was forced to acknowledge that the young man ought not to be allowed to marry his

To Lucy herself he had as yet said nothing on the subject since he had asked the lover in to lunch at

Glenbogie. He heard bad accounts of her. He had been told by his wife, on different occasions not in the

mere way of conversation, but with premeditated energy of faultfinding that Lucy was a disobedient girl.

She was worse than Ayala. She persisted in saying that she would marry the penniless artist as soon as he

should profess himself to be ready. It had been different, she had tried to explain to her aunt, before she had

been engaged to him. Now she considered herself to be altogether at his disposal. This had been her plea, but

her plea had been altogether unacceptable to Aunt Emmeline. "She can do as she pleases, of course," Sir

Thomas had said. That might be all very well; but Aunt Emmeline was strongly of opinion that an adopted

daughter of Queen's Gate, of Glenbogie, and Merle Park, ought not to be allowed to do as she pleased with

herself. A girl ought not to be allowed to have the luxuries of palatial residences, and the luxuries of free

liberty of choice at the same time. More than once it had occurred to Sir Thomas that he would put an end to

all these miseries by a mere scratch of his pen. It need not be �120,000, or �100,000, as with a daughter. A

few modest thousands would do it. And then this man Hamel, though the circumstances of his birth had been

unfortunate, was not an idler like Frank Houston. As far as Sir Thomas could learn, the man did work, and

was willing to work. The present small income earned would gradually become more. He had a kindly feeling

towards Lucy, although he had been inclined to own that her marriage with Hamel was out of the question.

"My dear," he said to her, "why are you walking about alone?" She did not like to say that she was walking

alone because she had no one to walk with her no such companion as Isadore would be if Isadore were

allowed to come to Merle Park; so she simply smiled, and went on by her uncle's side. "Do you like this place

"Caelum non animum mutant qui trans mare currunt," Lucy might have said, had she known the passage. As

it was she put the same feeling into simpler words, "I should like one as well as the other, Uncle Tom, if

"There's a great deal in that," he said. "I suppose the meaning is, that you do not get on well with your aunt?"

"Why do you make her angry, Lucy? When she tells you what is your duty, why do you not endeavour to do

"I cannot do what she tells me," said Lucy; "and, as I cannot, I think I ought not to be here."

"Have you anywhere else to go to?" To this she made no reply, but walked on in silence. "When you say you

ought not to be here, what idea have you formed in your own mind as to the future?" "That I shall marry Mr

"Do you think it would be well to marry any man without an income to live upon? Would it be a comfort to

him seeing that he had just enough to maintain himself, and no more?" These were terrible questions to her

questions which she could not answer, but yet as to which her mind entertained an easy answer. A little

help from him, who was willing to indulge her with so many luxuries while she was under his roof, would

enable her to be an assistance rather than a burden to her lover. But of this she could not utter a word. "Love

is all very well," continued Sir Thomas, in his gruffest voice; "but love should be regulated by good sense. It

is a crime when two beggars think of marrying each other two beggars who are not prepared to live as

"He is not a beggar," said Lucy, indignantly. "He has begged nothing; nor have I."

"Pshaw!" said Sir Thomas; "I was laying down a general rule. I did not mean to call anybody a beggar. You

"Very well; very well; that will do." But still he went on walking with her, and she felt she could not leave

him till he gave her some signal that she was to go. They continued in this way till they had come nearly

round the large garden; when he stopped, as he was walking, and addressed her again. "I suppose you write to

"Write to him at once, and tell him to come and see me in Lombard Street on Tuesday, at two o'clock. Give

me the letter, and I will take care it is sent to him directly I get to town. Now you had better go in, for it is

Tom went up to London intent upon his diamonds. To tell the truth he had already made the purchase subject

to some question of ready money. He now paid for it after considerable chaffering as to the odd pounds,

which he succeeded in bringing to a successful termination. Then he carried the necklace away with him,

revolving in his mind the different means of presentation. He thought that a letter might be best if only he

was master of the language in which such a letter should properly be written. But he entirely doubted his own

powers of composition. He was so modest in this respect that he would not even make an attempt. He knew

himself well enough to be aware that he was in many respects ignorant. He would have endeavoured to take

the necklace personally to Ayala had he not been conscious that he could not recommend his present with

such romantic phrases and touches of poetry as would be gratifying to her fine sense. Were he to find himself

in her presence with the necklace he must depend on himself for his words; but a letter might be sent in his

Now it had happened that Tom had formed a marvellous friendship in Rome with Colonel Stubbs. They had

been hunting together in the Campagna, and Tom had been enabled to accommodate the Colonel with the

loan of a horse when his own had been injured. They had since met in London, and Stubbs had declared to

more than one of his friends that Tom, in spite of his rings and his jewelry, was a very good fellow at bottom.

Tom had been greatly flattered by the intimacy, and had lately been gratified by an invitation to Aldershot in

order that the military glories of the camp might be shown to him. He had accepted the invitation, and a day

in the present week had been fixed. Then it occurred to him suddenly that he knew no one so fitted to write

such a letter as that demanded as his friend Colonel Jonathan Stubbs. He had an idea that the Colonel, in spite

of his red hair and in spite of a certain aptitude for drollery which pervaded him, had a romantic side to his

character; and he felt confident that, as to the use of language, the Colonel was very great indeed. He

therefore, when he went to Aldershot, carefully put the bracelet in his breast pocket and determined to reveal

The day of his arrival was devoted to the ordinary pursuits of Aldershot and the evening to festivities, which

were prolonged too late into the night to enable him to carry out his purpose before he went to bed. He

arranged to leave on the next morning by a train between ten and eleven, and was told that three or four men

would come in to breakfast at halfpast nine. His project then seemed to be all but hopeless. But at last with

great courage he made an effort. "Colonel," said he, just as they were going to bed, "I wonder if you could

give me half an hour before breakfast. It is a matter of great importance." Tom, as he said this, assumed a

"An hour if you like, my dear boy. I am generally up soon after six, and am always out on horseback before

"Then if you'll have me called at half past seven I shall be ever so much obliged to you."

The next morning at eight the two were closeted together, and Tom immediately extracted the parcel from his

pocket and opened the diamonds to view. "Upon my word that is a pretty little trinket," said the Colonel,

"That is, it would have been three hundred guineas unless I had come down with the ready. I made the fellow

give me twenty percent off. You should always remember this when you are buying jewelry." "And what is

to be done with this pretty thing? I suppose it is intended for some fair lady's neck."

"And why has it been brought down to Aldershot? There are plenty of fellows about this place who will get

their hands into your pocket if they know that you have such a trinket as that about you."

"I will tell you why I brought it," said Tom, very gravely. "It is, as you say, for a young lady. I intend to make

"I must send this as a present with a letter. I must first tell you that she has well, refused me."

"She has refused me half a dozen times, but I mean to go on with it. If she refuses me two dozen times I'll try

"I am. It's a kind of thing I know that men laugh about, but I don't mind telling you that I am downright in

"Not a shilling not as much as would buy a pair of gloves. But I don't love her a bit the less for that. As to

income, the governor will stump up like a brick. Now I want you to write the letter."

"It's a kind of thing a third person can't do," said the Colonel, when he had considered the request for a

"Do it yourself, and say just the simplest words as they come up. They are sure to go further with any girl

than what another man may write. It is impossible that another man should be natural on such a task as that."

"Natural! I don't know about natural," said Tom, who was anxious now to explain the character of the lady in

question. "I don't know that a letter that was particularly natural would please her. A touch of poetry and

"Who is the lady?" asked the Colonel, who certainly was by this time entitled to be so far inquisitive.

"Ayala Dormer my cousin. She was at Rome, but I do not think you ever saw her there."

"Dear me! So she was. I never put the two things together. Don't you admire her?"

"Certainly I do. My dear fellow, I can't write this letter for you." Then he put down the pen which he had

taken up as though he had intended to comply with his friend's request. "You may take it as settled that I

"Impossible. One man should never write such a letter for another man. You had better give the thing in

"After a certain time, you know, reiterated offers do, you know do do partake of the nature of

"Reiterated refusals are the sort of persecution I don't like." "It seems to me that Ayala Miss Dormer, I

mean should be protected by a sort of feeling feeling of of what I may perhaps call her dependent

"If she married me she would be much better situated. I could give her everything she wants."

Tom felt, from the use of the word Mister, that he was in some way giving offence; but felt also that there

was no true cause for offence. "When a man offers everything," he said, "and asks for nothing, I don't think

"My cousin can't suppose that I am illusing her," said Tom, who disliked the "Ayala" quite as much as he

did the "Mister". "Miss Dormer, I meant. I can have nothing further to say about it. I can't write the letter, and

I should not imagine that Ayala Miss Dormer would be moved in the least by any present that could

possibly be made to her. I must go out now, if you don't mind, for half an hour; but I shall be back in time for

Then Tom was left alone with the necklace lying on the table before him. He knew that something was wrong

with the Colonel, but could not in the least guess what it might be. He was quite aware that early in the

interview the Colonel had encouraged him to persevere with the lady, and had then, suddenly, not only

advised him to desist, but had told him in so many words that he was bound to desist out of consideration for

the lady. And the Colonel had spoken of his cousin in a manner that was distasteful to him. He could not

analyse his feelings. He did not exactly know why he was displeased, but he was displeased. The Colonel,

when asked for his assistance, was, of course, bound to talk about the lady would be compelled, by the

nature of the confidence, to mention the lady's name would even have been called on to write her

Christian name. But this he should have done with a delicacy almost with a blush. Instead of that Ayala's

name had been common on his tongue. Tom felt himself to be offended, but hardly knew why. And then, why

had he been called Mister Tringle? The breakfast, which was eaten shortly afterwards in the company of three

or four other men, was not eaten in comfort and then Tom hurried back to London and to Lombard Street.

After this failure Tom felt it to be impossible to go to another friend for assistance. There had been

annoyance in describing his love to Colonel Stubbs, and pain in the treatment he had received. Even had there

been another friend to whom he could have confided the task, he could not have brought himself to encounter

the repetition of such treatment. He was as firmly fixed as ever in his conviction that he could not write the

letter himself. And, as he thought of the words with which he should accompany a personal presentation of

the necklace, he reflected that in all probability he might not be able to force his way into Ayala's presence.

Then a happy thought struck him. Mrs Dosett was altogether on his side. Everybody was on his side except

Ayala herself, and that pigheaded Colonel. Would it not be an excellent thing to entrust the necklace to the

hands of his Aunt Dosett, in order that she might give it over to Ayala with all the eloquence in her power?

I want to see you on most important business. If I shall not be troubling you, I will call upon you tomorrow at

On the following morning he apparelled himself with all his rings. He was a goodhearted, wellintentioned

young man, with excellent qualities; but he must have been slow of intellect when he had not as yet learnt the

deleterious effect of all those rings. On this occasion he put on his rings, his chains, and his bright waistcoat,

and made himself a thing disgusting to be looked at by any welltrained female. As far as his aunt was

concerned he would have been altogether indifferent as to his appearance, but there was present to his mind

some small hope that he might be allowed to see Ayala, as the immediate result of the necklace. Should he

see Ayala, then how unfortunate it would be that he should present himself before the eyes of his mistress

without those adornments which he did not doubt would be grateful to her. He had heard from Ayala's own

lips that all things ought to be pretty. Therefore he endeavoured to make himself pretty. Of course he failed

as do all men who endeavour to make themselves pretty but it was out of the question that he should

"Aunt Dosett, I want you to do me a very great favour," he began, with a solemn voice.

"A party! No who gives a party in London at this time of the day? Oh, you mean because I have just got a

few things on. When I call anywhere I always do. I have got another lady to see, a lady of rank, and so I just

"I want you to look at that." Then he brought out the necklace, and, taking it out of the case, displayed the

"Yes; they are diamonds. I am not the sort of fellow to get anything sham. What do you think that little thing

"Sixty pounds! Do you go into a jeweller's shop and see what you could do among diamonds with sixty

"Nor I, very often. It's a sort of place where a fellow can drop a lot of money. But I did go into one after this.

"I think it is pretty. Well, Aunt Dosett, the price for that little trifle was three hundred guineas!" As he

"I went with ready money in my hand, when I tempted the man with a cheque to let me have it for two

"If you should, I mean. Now, I'll tell you what I want you to do. This is for Ayala."

"Yes, indeed. I am not the fellow to stick at a trifle when I want to carry my purpose. I bought this the other

day and gave ready money for it two hundred and fifty pounds on purpose to give it to Ayala. In

naming the value of course you'll do that when you give it her you might as well say three hundred

guineas. That was the price on the ticket. I saw it myself so there won't be any untruth you know."

"That's just what I want. When I talk to her she flares up, and, as likely as not, she'd fling the necklace at my

"It would depend upon how the thing went. When I do talk to her it always seems that nothing I say can be

right. Now, if you will give it her you can put in all manner of pretty things." "This itself will be the prettiest

"That's just what I was thinking. Everybody agrees that diamonds will go further with a girl than anything

"Oh, dear, yes. I had to get the rhino from him. I don't go about with two hundred and fifty pounds always in

"If he had sent the money to Ayala how much better it would have been," said poor Mrs Dosett.

"I don't think that at all. Who ever heard of making a present to a young lady in money? Ayala is romantic,

and that would have been the most unromantic thing out. That would not have done me the least good in the

world. It would simply have gone to buy boots and petticoats and such like. A girl would never be brought to

think of her lover merely by putting on a pair of boots. When she fastens such a necklace as this round her

throat he ought to have a chance. Don't you think so, Aunt Dosett?" "Tom, shall I tell you something?" said

"Not the least. Of course I will offer it to her if you wish it, because her uncle and I quite approve of you as a

husband for Ayala. But I am bound to tell you the truth. I do not think the necklace will do you any good."

Then he sat silent for a time, meditating upon his condition. It might be imprudent it might be a wrong

done to his father to jeopardise the necklace. How would it be if Ayala were to take the necklace and not to

"Oh, from me from me. If she were told it came from the governor she'd keep it whether or no. I am sure I

hope she will keep it," he said, trying to remove the bad impression which his former words might perhaps

"You may be sure she will not keep it," said Mrs Dosett, "unless she should intend to accept your hand. Of

that I can hold out no hope to you. There is a matter, Tom, which I think I should tell you as you are so

"She has refused him, but I think that she is in a sort of way attached to him; and though he too has been

"Impossible! It can't be Colonel Stubbs. I know Colonel Stubbs." "I can assure you it is true, Tom. I have had

"Colonel Stubbs!" he said. "That passes anything I ever heard. She has refused him?"

"You may give her the necklace all the same," said Tom, hurrying out of the room. That Colonel Stubbs

should have made an offer to Ayala, and yet have accepted his, Tom Tringle's confidence!

The reader will understand that the fate of the necklace was very soon decided. Ayala declared that it was

very beautiful. She had, indeed, a pretty taste for diamonds, and would have been proud enough to call this

necklace her own; but, as she declared to her aunt, she would not accept Tom though he were made of

diamonds from head to foot. Accept Tom, when she could not even bring herself to think of becoming the

wife of Jonathan Stubbs! If Colonel Stubbs could not be received by her imagination as an Angel of Light,

how immeasurably distant from anything angelic must be Tom Tringle! "Of course it must go back," she said,

when the question had to be decided as to the future fate of the necklace. As a consequence poor Mr Dosett

was compelled to make a special journey into the City, and to deposit a wellsealed parcel in the hands of

Tom Tringle himself. "Your cousin sends her kind regards," he said, "but cannot bring herself to accept your

Tom had been very much put about since his visit to the Crescent. Had his aunt merely told him that his

present would be inefficacious, he would have taken that assurance as being simply her opinion, and would

have still entertained some hopes in the diamonds. But these tidings as to another lover crushed him

altogether. And such a lover! The very man whom he had asked to write his letter for him! Why had not

Colonel Stubbs told him the truth when thus his own secret had become revealed by an accident? He

understood it all now the "Ayala", and the "Mister", and the reason why the Colonel could not write the

letter. Then he became very angry with the Colonel, whom he bitterly accused of falsehood and treason.

What right had the Colonel to meddle with his cousin at all? And how false he had been to say nothing of

what he himself had done when his rival had told him everything! In this way he made up his mind that it was

his duty to hate Colonel Stubbs, and if possible to inflict some personal punishment upon him. He was

reckless of himself now, and, if he could only get one good blow at the Colonel's head with a thick stick,

would be indifferent as to what the law might do with him afterwards. Or perhaps he might be able to

provoke Colonel Stubbs to fight with him. He had an idea that duels at present were not in fashion. But

nevertheless, in such a case as this, a man ought to fight. He could at any rate have the gratification of calling

He was the more wretched because his spirit within him was cowed by the idea of the Colonel. He did

acknowledge to himself that his chance could be but bad while such a rival as Colonel Stubbs stood in his

way. He tried to argue with himself that it was not so. As far as he knew, Colonel Stubbs was and would

remain a very much less rich man than himself. He doubted very much whether Colonel Stubbs could keep a

carriage in London for his wife, while it had been already arranged that he was to be allowed to do so should

he succeed in marrying Ayala. To be a partner in the house of Travers and Treason was a much greater thing

than to be a Colonel. But, though he assured himself of all this again and again, still he was cowed. There was

something about the Colonel which did more than redeem his red hair and ugly mouth. And of this something

poor Tom was sensible. Nevertheless, if occasion should arise he thought that he could "punch the Colonel's

head' not without evil consequence to himself but still that he could "punch the Colonel's head", not

Such had been his condition of mind when he left the Crescent, and it was not improved by the receipt of the

parcel. He hardly said a word when his uncle put it into his hands, merely muttering something and

consigning the diamonds to his desk. He did not tell himself that Ayala must now be abandoned. It would

have been better for him if he could have done so. But all real, springing, hopeful hope departed from his

"Did you send that jewelry?" his father asked him some days afterwards. "Yes; I sent it."

"It came back. My Uncle Dosett brought it. I do not want to say anything more about it, if you please."

"I am sorry for that, Tom very sorry. As you had set your heart upon it I wish it could have been as you

would have it. But the necklace should not be left there." Tom shook his head in despair.

"You had better let me have the necklace. It is not that I should grudge it to you, Tom, if it could do you any

"It will be better so. That was the understanding." Then the necklace was transferred to some receptacle

belonging to Sir Thomas himself, the lock of which might probably be more secure than that of Tom's desk,

and there it remained in its case, still folded in the various papers in which Mrs Dosett had encased it.

Then Tom found it necessary to adopt some other mode of life for his own consolation and support. He had

told his father on one occasion that he had devoted himself for a fortnight to champagne and the theatres. But

this had been taken as a joke. He had been fairly punctual at his place of business and had shown no

symptoms of fast living. But now it occurred to him that fast living would be the only thing for him. He had

been quite willing to apply himself to marriage and a steady life; but fortune had not favoured him. If he

drank too much now, and lay in bed, and became idle, it was not his fault. There came into his head an idea

that Ayala and Colonel Stubbs between them must look to that. Could he meet Ayala he would explain to her

how his character as a moral man had been altogether destroyed by her conduct and should he meet

A new club had been established in London lately called the Mountaineers, which had secured for itself

handsome lodgings in Piccadilly, and considered itself to be, among clubs, rather a comfortable institution

than otherwise. It did not as yet affect much fashion, having hitherto secured among its members only two

lords and they were lords by courtesy. But it was a pleasant, jovial place, in which the delights of young

men were not impeded by the austerity of their elders. Its name would be excused only on the plea that all

other names available for a club had already been appropriated in the metropolis. There was certainly nothing

in the club peculiarly applicable to mountains. But then there are other clubs in London with names which

might be open to similar criticism. It was the case that many young men engaged in the City had been

enrolled among its members, and it was from this cause, no doubt, that Tom Tringle was regarded as being a

leading light among the Mountaineers. It was here that the champagne had been drunk to which Tom had

alluded when talking of his love to his father. Now, in his despair, it seemed good to him to pass a

"You'll dine here, Faddle?" he said one evening to a special friend of his, a gentleman also from the City,

"I suppose I shall," said Faddle, "but ain't we coming it a little strong? They want to know at the Gardens

what the deuce it is I'm about." The Gardens was a new row of houses, latterly christened Badminton

"It will make no difference when they do come up. I call an evening in the bosom of one's family about the

"He must cut up as he pleases. But I rather fancy he knows all about it. I shan't spend half as much money

this way as if I had a house and wife and family and what we may call a bosom of one's own." Then they

had dinner and went to the theatre, and played billiards, and had supper, and spent the night in a manner very

delightful, no doubt, to themselves, but of which their elder friends could hardly have approved.

There was a good deal of this following upon the episode of the necklace, and it must be told with regret that

our young hero fell into certain exploits which were by no means creditable to him. More than one

goodhumoured policeman had helped him home to his lodgings; but alas, on Christmas Eve, he fell into the

hands of some guardian of the peace who was not quite sufficiently goodnatured, and Tom passed the night

and the greater part of the following morning, recumbent, he in one cell, and his friend Faddle in the next,

with an intimation that they would certainly be taken before a magistrate on the day after Christmas Day. Oh,

Ayala! Ayala! It must be acknowledged that you were in a measure responsible and not only for the

lamentable condition of your lover, but also of that of his friend. For, in his softer moments, Tom had told

everything to Faddle, and Faddle had declared that he would be true to the death to a friend suffering such

unmerited misfortune. Perhaps the fidelity of Faddle may have owed something to the fact that Tom's

pecuniary allowances were more generous than those accorded to himself. To Ayala must be attributed the

occurrence of these misfortunes. But Tom in his more fiery moments those moments which would come

between the subsidence of actual sobriety and the commencement of intoxication attributed all his

misfortunes to the Colonel. "Faddle," he would say in these moments, "of course I know that I'm a ruined

man. Of course I'm aware that all this is only a prelude to some ignominious end. I have not sunk to this kind

of thing without feeling it." "You'll be right enough some day, old fellow," Faddle would reply. "I shall live

to be godfather to the first boy." "Never, Faddle!" Tom replied. "All those hopes have vanished. You'll never

live to see any child of mine. And I know well where to look for my enemy. Stubbs indeed! I'll Stubbs him. If

I can only live to be revenged on that traitor then I shall die contented. Though he shot me through the heart, I

should die contented." This had happened a little before that unfortunate Christmas Eve. Up to this time Sir

Thomas, though he had known well that his son had not been living as he should do, had been mild in his

remonstrances, and had said nothing at Merle Park to frighten Lady Tringle. But the affair of Christmas Eve

came to his ears with all its horrors. A policeman whom Tom had struck with his fist in the pit of the stomach

had not been civil enough to accept this mark of familiarity with good humour. He had been much

inconvenienced by the blow, and had insisted upon giving testimony to this effect before the magistrate.

There had been half an hour, he said, in which he had hung dubious between this world and the next, so great

had been the violence of the blow and so deadly its direction! The magistrate was one of those just men who

find a pleasure and a duty in protecting the police of the metropolis. It was no case, he declared, for a fine.

What would be a fine to such a one as Thomas Tringle, junior! And Tom Tom Tringle, the only son of Sir

Thomas Tringle, the senior partner in the great house of Travers and Treason was ignominiously locked

up for a week. Faddle, who had not struck the blow, was allowed to depart with a fine and a warning. Oh,

When the sentence was known Sir Thomas used all his influence to extricate his unfortunate son, but in vain.

Tom went through his penalty, and, having no help from champagne, doubtless had a bad time of it. Ayala,

Stubbs, the policeman, and the magistrate, seemed to have conspired to destroy him. But the week at last

dragged itself out, and then Tom found himself confronted with his father in the back parlour of the house in

"You have disgraced me, and your mother, and yourself. You have disgraced Travers and Treason!" Poor

Tom shook his head. "It will be necessary, I fear, that you should leave the house altogether." Tom stood

silent without a word. "A young man who has been locked up in prison for a week for maltreating a

policeman can hardly expect to be entrusted with such concerns as those of Travers and Treason. I and your

poor mother cannot get rid of you and the disgrace which you have entailed upon us. Travers and Treason can

easily get rid of you." Tom knew very well that his father was, in fact, Travers and Treason, but he did not yet

feel that an opportunity had come in which he could wisely speak a word. "What have you got to say for

"Sorry, Tom! A young man holding your position in Travers and Treason ought not to have to be sorry for

having been locked up in prison for a week for maltreating a policeman! What do you think must be done,

"I had been drinking. I am not going to tell a lie about it. But he needn't have done as he did. Faddle knows

"What can have driven you to associate with such a young man as Faddle? That is the worst part of it. Do you

know what Faddle and Company are stock jobbers, who ten years ago hadn't a thousand pounds in the

way of capital among them! They've been connected with a dozen companies, none of which are floating

now, and have made money out of them all! Do you think that Travers and Treason will accept a young man

"What has that to do with it? You never saw him inside our counter. What a name to appear along with yours

in such an affair as this! If it hadn't been for that, you might have got over it. Young men will be young men.

Faddle! I think you will have to go abroad for a time, till it has been forgotten."

"I was thinking that, if you were to take a tour through the United States, go across to San Francisco, then up

to Japan, and from thence through some of the Chinese cities down to Calcutta and Bombay, you might come

back by the Euphrates Valley to Constantinople, see something of Bulgaria and those countries, and so home

by Vienna and Paris. The Euphrates Valley Railway will be finished by that time, perhaps, and Bulgaria will

be as settled as Hertfordshire. You'd see something of the world, and I could let it be understood that you

were travelling on behalf of Travers and Treason. By the time that you were back, people in the City would

have forgotten the policeman, and if you could manage to write home three or four letters about our trade

"Tom, don't be a fool. You can't make a young woman have you if she doesn't choose. I have done all that I

could for you, because I saw that you'd set your heart upon it. I went to her myself, and then I gave two

hundred and fifty pounds for that bauble. I am told I shall have to lose a third of the sum in getting rid of it."

"Ricolay told me that he'd take it back at two hundred and twenty," said Tom, whose mind, prostrate as it

"Never mind that for the present," said Sir Thomas. "Don't you remember the old song? 'If she will, she

will, you may depend on't. And if she won't, she won't; and there's an end on't.' You ought to be a man and

pluck up your spirits. Are you going to allow a little girl to knock you about in that way?" Tom only shook

his head, and looked as if he was very ill. In truth, the champagne, and the imprisonment, and Ayala together,

had altogether altered his appearance. "We've done what we could about it, and now it is time to give it over.

Let me hear you say that you will give it over." Tom stood speechless before his father. "Speak the word, and

the thing will be done," continued Sir Thomas, endeavouring to encourage the young man.

"Tom, do you mean to say that you are going to lose everything because a chit of a girl like that turns up her

nose at you?" "It's no use my going while things are like this," said Tom. "If I were to get to New York, I

should come back by the next ship. As for letters about business, I couldn't settle my mind to anything of the

"Then you're not the man I took you to be," said the father. "I could be man enough", said Tom, clenching his

"Stubbs! Jonathan Stubbs! I know what I'm talking about. I'm not going to America, nor China, nor anything

else, till I've polished him off. It's all very well your abusing me, but you don't know what it is I have

suffered. As for being called a man I don't care about it. What I should like best would be to get Ayala on one

side and Stubbs on the other, and then all three to go off the Duke of York's Column together. It's no good

talking about Travers and Treason. I don't care for Travers and Treason as I am now. If you'll get Ayala to

say that she'll have me, I'll go to the shop every morning at eight and stay till nine; and as for the

Mountaineers it may all go to the d for me." Then he rushed out of the room, banging the door after him.

Sir Thomas, when he was thus left, stood for a while with his hands in his trousers' pockets, contemplating

the condition of his son. It was wonderful to him that a boy of his should be afflicted in this manner. When he

had been struck by the juvenile beauties of Emmeline Dosett he had at once asked the young lady to share his

fortunes with him, and the young lady had speedily acceded to his request. Then he had been married, and

that was all he had ever known of the troubles of love. He could not but think, looking back at it as he did

now from a distance, that had Emmeline been hardhearted he would have endured the repulse and have

passed on speedily to some other charmer. But Tom had been wounded after a fashion which seemed to him

to have been very uncommon. It might be possible that he should recover in time, but while undergoing

recovery he would be ruined so great were the young man's sufferings! Now Sir Thomas, though he had

spoken to Tom with all the severity which he had been able to assume, though he had abused Faddle, and had

vindicated the injured dignity of Travers and Treason with all his eloquence; though he had told Tom it was

unmanly to give way to his love, yet, of living creatures, Tom was at this moment the dearest to his heart. He

had never for an instant entertained the idea of expelling Tom from Travers and Treason because of the

policeman, or because of Faddle. What should he do for the poor boy now? Was there any argument, any

means of persuasion, by which he could induce that foolish little girl to accept all the good things which he

was ready to do for her? Could he try yet once again himself, with any chance of success?

Thinking of all this, he stood there for an hour alone with his hands in his trousers' pockets.

In following the results of Tom's presentation of the necklace we have got beyond the period which our story

is presumed to have reached. Tom was in durance during the Christmas week, but we must go back to the

promise which had been made by her uncle, Sir Thomas, to Lucy about six weeks before that time. The

promise had extended only to an undertaking on the part of Sir Thomas to see Isadore Hamel if he would call

at the house in Lombard Street at a certain hour on a certain day. Lucy was overwhelmed with gratitude when

the promise was made. A few moments previously she had been indignant because her uncle had appeared to

speak of her and her lover as two beggars but Sir Thomas had explained and in some sort apologised, and

then had come the promise which to Lucy seemed to contain an assurance of effectual aid. Sir Thomas would

not have asked to see the lover had he intended to be hostile to the lover. Something would be done to solve

the difficulty which had seemed to Lucy to be so grave. She would not any longer be made to think that she

should give up either her lover or her home under her uncle's roof. This had been terribly distressing to her

because she had been well aware that on leaving her uncle's house she could be taken in only by her lover, to

whom an immediate marriage would be ruinous. And yet she could not undertake to give up her lover.

Therefore her uncle's promise had made her very happy, and she forgave the ungenerous allusion to the two

The letter was written to Isadore in high spirits. "I do not know what Uncle Tom intends, but he means to be

kind. Of course you must go to him, and if I were you I would tell him everything about everything. He is not

strict and hard like Aunt Emmeline. She means to be good too, but she is sometimes so very hard. I am

happier now because I think something will be done to relieve you from the terrible weight which I am to

you. I sometimes wish that you had never come to me in Kensington Gardens, because I have become such a

There was much more in which Lucy no doubt went on to declare that, burden as she was, she intended to be

persistent. Hamel, when he received this letter, was resolved to keep the appointment made for him, but his

hopes were not very high. He had been angry with Lady Tringle in the first place, because of her

treatment of himself at Glenbogie, and then much more strongly, because she had been cruel to Lucy. Nor did

he conceive himself to be under any strong debt of gratitude to Sir Thomas, though he had been invited to

lunch. He was aware that the Tringles had despised him, and he repaid the compliment with all his heart by

despising the Tringles. They were to him samples of the sort of people which he thought to be of all the most

despicable. They were not only vulgar and rich, but purseproud and conceited as well. To his thinking there

was nothing of which such people were entitled to be proud. Of course they make money money out of

money, an employment which he regarded as vile creating nothing either useful or beautiful. To create

something useful was, to his thinking, very good. To create something beautiful was almost divine. To

manipulate millions till they should breed other millions was the meanest occupation for a life's energy. It

was thus, I fear, that Mr Hamel looked at the business carried on in Lombard Street, being as yet very young

He was aware that some plan would be proposed to him which might probably accelerate his marriage, but

was aware also that he would be very unwilling to take advice from Sir Thomas. Sir Thomas, no doubt,

would be coarse and rough, and might perhaps offer him pecuniary assistance in a manner which would make

it impossible for him to accept it. He had told himself a score of times that, poor as he was, he did not want

any of the Tringle money. His father's arbitrary conduct towards him had caused him great misery. He had

been brought up in luxury, and had felt it hard enough to be deprived of his father's means because he would

not abandon the mode of life that was congenial to him. But having been thus, as it were, cast off by his

father, he had resolved that it behoved him to depend only on himself. In the matter of his love he was

specially prone to be indignant and independent. No one had a right to dictate to him, and he would follow

the dictation of none. To Lucy alone did he acknowledge any debt, and to her he owed everything. But even

for her sake he could not condescend to accept Sir Thomas's money, and with his money his advice. Lucy had

begged him in her letter to tell everything to her uncle. He would tell Sir Thomas everything as to his income,

his prospects, and his intentions, because Sir Thomas as Lucy's uncle would be entitled to such information.

But he thought it very improbable that he should accept any counsel from Sir Thomas.

Such being the condition of Hamel's mind it was to be feared that but little good would come from his visit to

Lombard Street. Lucy had simply thought that her uncle, out of his enormous stores, would provide an

adequate income. Hamel thought that Sir Thomas, out of his enormous impudence, would desire to dictate

everything. Sir Thomas was, in truth, anxious to be goodnatured, and to do a kindness to his niece; but was

not willing to give his money without being sure that he was putting it into good hands.

"Oh, you're Hamel," said a young man to him, speaking to him across the counter in the Lombard Street

office. This was Tom, who, as the reader will remember, had not yet got into his trouble on account of the

Tom and Hamel had never met but once before, for a few moments in the Coliseum at Rome, and the artist,

not remembering him, did not know by whom he was accosted in this familiar manner. "That is my name,

Sir," said Hamel. "Here is my card. Perhaps you will do me the kindness to take it to Sir Thomas Tringle."

"All right, old fellow; I know all about it. He has got Puxley with him from the Bank of England just at this

moment. Come through into this room. He'll soon have polished off old Puxley." Tom was no more to Hamel

than any other clerk, and he felt himself to be aggrieved; but he followed Tom into the room as he was told,

and then prepared to wait in patience for the convenience of the great man. "So you and Lucy are going to

This was terrible to Hamel. Could it be possible that all the clerks in Lombard Street talked of his Lucy in this

way, because she was the niece of their senior partner? Were all the clerks, as a matter of course, instructed in

the most private affairs of the Tringle family? "I am here in obedience to directions from Sir Thomas," said

"You and I ought to be thick", rejoined Tom, "because I'm going in for Ayala. Perhaps you've heard that

Hamel had heard it and was well aware that Tom was to Ayala an intolerable burden, like the old man of the

sea. He had heard of Tom as poor Ayala's pet aversion as a lover not to be shaken off though he had been

refused a score of times. Ayala was to the sculptor only second in sacredness to Lucy. And now he was told

by Tom himself that he was "going in for Ayala". The expression was so distressing to his feelings that he

shuddered when he heard it. Was it possible that anyone should say of him that he was "going in" for Lucy?

At that moment Sir Thomas opened the door, and grasping Hamel by the hand led him away into his own

"And now, Mr Hamel," said Sir Thomas, in his cheeriest voice, "how are you?" Hamel declared that he was

very well, and expressed a hope that Sir Thomas was the same. "I am not so young as I was, Mr Hamel. My

years are heavier and so is my work. That's the worst of it. When one is young and strong one very often

"In our profession", said Hamel, "we go on working though very often we do not sell what we do."

"It is the case always with an artist before he has made a name for himself. It is the case with many up to the

last day of a life of labour. An artist has to look for that, Sir Thomas." "Dear me! That seems very sad. You

"And the things you make must take a deal of room and be very heavy." At this Mr Hamel only smiled.

"Don't you think if you were to call an auction you'd get something for them?" At this suggestion the sculptor

frowned but condescended to make no reply. Sir Thomas went on with his suggestion. "If you and half a

dozen other beginners made a sort of gallery among you, people would buy them as they do those things in

the Marylebone Road and stick them up somewhere about their grounds. It would be better than keeping

them and getting nothing." Hamel had in his studio at home an allegorical figure of Italia United, and another

of a Prostrate Roman Catholic Church, which in his mind's eye he saw for a moment stuck here or there about

the gardens of some such place as Glenbogie! Into them had been infused all the poetry of his nature and all

the conviction of his intelligence. He had never dreamed of selling them. He had never dared to think that any

lover of Art would encourage him to put into marble those conceptions of his genius which now adorned his

studio, standing there in plaster of Paris. But to him they were so valuable, they contained so much of his

thoughts, so many of his aspirations, that even had the marble counterparts been ordered and paid for nothing

would have induced him to part with the originals. Now he was advised to sell them by auction in order that

he might rival those grotesque tradesmen whose business it is to populate the gardens of wealthy but tasteless

Britons! It was thus that the idea represented itself to him. He simply smiled; but Sir Thomas did not fail to

"And now about this young lady?" said Sir Thomas, not altogether in so good a humour as he had been when

he began his suggestion. "It's a bad look out for her when, as you say, you cannot sell your work when you've

"I think you do not quite understand the matter, Sir Thomas." "Perhaps not. It certainly does seem

unintelligible that a man should lumber himself up with a lot of things which he cannot sell. A tradesman

would know that he must get into the bankruptcy court if he were to go on like that. And what is sauce for the

goose will be sauce for the gander also." Mr Hamel again smiled but held his tongue. "If you can't sell your

"My wares, as you call them, are of two kinds. One, though no doubt made for sale, is hardly saleable. The

"Well, busts. I call them heads. They are heads. A bust, I take it, is well, never mind." Sir Thomas found a

difficulty in defining his idea of a bust. "A man wants to have something more or less like someone to put up

in a church and then he pays you." "Or perhaps in his library. But he can put it where he likes when he has

"Just so. But there ain't many of those come in your way, if I understand right."

"What can you net at the end of the year? That's the question." Lucy had recommended him to tell Sir

Thomas everything; and he had come there determined to tell at any rate everything referring to money. He

had not the slightest desire to keep the amount of his income from Sir Thomas. But the questions were put to

him in so distasteful a way that he could not bring himself to be confidential. "It varies with various

"Very small? Five hundred a year?" This was illnatured, because Sir Thomas knew that Mr Hamel did not

earn five hundred a year. But he was becoming acerbated by the young man's manner.

"Nor four hundred nor three. I have never netted three hundred in one year after paying the incidental

"That seems to me to be uncommonly little for a man who is thinking of marrying. Don't you think you had

"Yes, Sir Thomas; he sells them. He had a hard time once, but now he is run after. He refuses more orders

"That is very bad. Well now, Mr Hamel, would you mind telling me what your ideas are?" Sir Thomas, when

he asked the question, still intended to give assistance, was still minded that the young people should by his

assistance be enabled to marry. But he was strongly of opinion that it was his duty, as a rich and protecting

uncle, to say something about imprudence, and to magnify difficulties. It certainly would be wrong for an

uncle, merely because he was rich, to give away his money to dependent relatives without any reference to

those hard principles which a possessor of money always feels it to be his business to inculcate. And up to

this point Hamel had done nothing to ingratiate himself. Sir Thomas was beginning to think that the sculptor

was an impudent prig, and to declare to himself that, should the marriage ever take place, the young couple

would not be made welcome at Glenbogie or Merle Park. But still he intended to go on with his purpose, for

"My idea is that I shall marry Miss Dormer, and support her on the earnings of my profession. My idea is that

I shall do so before long, in comfort. My idea also is, that she will be the last to complain of any discomfort

which may arise from my straitened circumstances at present. My idea is that I am preparing for myself a

happy and independent life. My idea also is and I assure you that of all my ideas this is the one to which I

cling with the fondest assurance that I will do my very best to make her life happy when she comes to

There was a manliness in this which would have touched Sir Thomas had he been in a better humour, but, as

it was, he had been so much irritated by the young man's manner, that he could not bring himself to be just.

"Am I to understand that you intend to marry on something under three hundred a year?

Hamel paused for a moment before he made his reply. "How am I to answer such a question," he said, at last,

"seeing that Miss Dormer is in your hands, and that you are unlikely to be influenced by anything that I may

"Were her father still alive, I think we should have put our heads together, and between us decided on what

"I should have suggested to him," continued Hamel, not noticing the last question, "that she should remain in

her own home till I could make one for her worthy of her acceptance. And then we should have arranged

among us what would have been best for her happiness. I cannot do this with you. If you tell her tomorrow

that she must give up either your protection or her engagement with me, then she must come to me, and make

"Who says that I'm going to turn her out?" said Sir Thomas, rising angrily from his chair.

Then Sir Thomas boiled over in his anger. "No one has threatened it. It is untrue. You are guilty both of

impertinence and untruth in saying so." Here Hamel rose from his chair, and took up his hat. "Stop, young

man, and hear what I have to say to you. I have done nothing but good to my niece."

"Nevertheless, it is true, Sir Thomas, that she has been told by your wife that she must either abandon me or

the protection of your roof. I find no fault with Lady Tringle for saying so. It may have been the natural

expression of a judicious opinion. But when you ask after my intentions in reference to your niece I am

bound to tell you that I propose to subject her to the undoubted inconveniences of my poor home, simply

"You had better ask your wife, Sir Thomas. And, if you find that what I have said is true, I think you will

own that I have been obliged to explain as I have done. As you have told me to my face that I have been

guilty of untruth, I shall now leave you." With this he walked out of the room, and the words which Sir

It must be acknowledged that Hamel had been very foolish in referring to Aunt Emmeline's threat. Who does

not know that words are constantly used which are intended to have no real effect? Who does not know that

an angry woman will often talk after this fashion? But it was certainly the fact that Aunt Emmeline had more

than once declared to Lucy that she could not be allowed to remain one of that family unless she would give

up her lover. Lucy, in her loyal endeavours to explain to her lover her own position, had told him of the

threat, and he, from that moment, had held himself prepared to find a home for his future wife should that

threat be carried into execution. Sir Thomas was well aware that such words had been spoken, but he knew

his wife, and knew how little such words signified. His wife, without his consent, would not have the power

to turn a dog from Merle Park. The threat had simply been an argument intended to dissuade Lucy from her

choice; and now it had been thrown in his teeth just when he had intended to make provision for this girl,

who was not, in truth, related to him, in order that he might ratify her choice! He was very angry with the

young prig who had thus rushed out of his presence. He was angry, too, with his wife, who had brought him

into his difficulty by her foolish threat. But he was angry, also, with himself, knowing that he had been wrong

Then there were written the following letters, which were sent and received before Sir Thomas went to Merle

I have been, as desired, to Lombard Street, but I fear that my embassy has not led to any good. I know myself

to be about as bad an ambassador as anyone can send. An ambassador should be soft and gentle willing to

make the best of everything, and never prone to take offence, nor should he be addicted specially to

independence. I am ungentle, and apt to be suspicious especially if anything be said derogatory to my art.

I am proud of being an artist, but I am often ashamed of myself because I exhibit my pride. I may say the

same of my spirit of independence. I am determined to be independent if I live but I find my

From this you will perceive that I have not had a success in Lombard Street. I was quite willing to answer

your uncle any questions he could ask about money. Indeed, I had no secret from him on any subject. But

when he subjected me to crossexamination, forcing me into a bathos of poverty, as he thought, I broke

down. "Not five hundred a year!" "Not four!!" "Not three!!!" "Oh, heavens! and you propose to take a wife!"

And then there came something worse than this or rather, if I remember rightly, the worst thing came first.

You were over in my studio, and will remember, perhaps, some of my own abortive treasures, those

melancholy but soulinspiring creations of which I have thought so much, and others have thought so little?

That no one else should value them is natural, but to me it seems unnatural, almost cruel, that anyone should

tell me to my face that they were valueless. Your uncle, of course, had never seen them, but he knew that

sculptors are generally burdened with these 'wares,' as he called them; and he suggested that I should sell

them by auction for what they might fetch in order that the corners which they occupy might be vacant.

He thought that, perhaps, they might do for country gentlemen to stick about among their shrubs. You,

knowing my foolish soreness on the subject, will understand how well I must have been prepared by this to

Then he asked me as to my ideas not art ideas, but ideas as to bread and cheese for the future. I told him

as exactly as I could. I explained to him that if you were left in possession of a comfortable home, such as

would have been that of your father, I should think it best for your sake to delay our marriage till I should be

prepared to do something better for you than I can at present; but that I hold myself ready to give you all that

I have to give at a moment's notice, should you be required to leave his house. And, Lucy, speaking in your

name, I said something further, and declared my belief that you, for my sake, would bear the inconveniences

of so poor a home without complaining. Then there arose anger both on his side and on mine; and I must say,

insult on his. He told me that I had no business to suggest that you would be expelled from his house. I

replied that the threat had come, if not from him, then from Lady Tringle. Upon this he accused me of

positive falsehood, asserting that your aunt had said nothing of the kind. I then referred him to Lady Tringle

herself, but refused to stay any longer in the room with him, because he had insulted me.

So you will see that I did less than nothing by my embassy. I told myself that it would be so as I descended

into the underground cavern at the Gloucester Road Station. You are not to suppose that I blame him more,

or, indeed, so much as I do myself. It was not to be expected that he should behave as a gentleman of fine

feeling. But, perhaps, it ought to have been expected that I should behave like a man of common sense. I

ought to have taken his advice about the auction, apparently, in good part. I ought not to have writhed when

he scorned my poor earnings. When he asked as to my ideas, I should not have alluded to your aunt's threat as

to turning you out. I should have been placid and humble; and then his want of generous feeling would have

mattered nothing. But spilt milk and broken eggs are past saving. Whatever good things may have come from

your uncle's generosity had I brushed his hair for him aright, are now clean gone, seeing that I scrubbed him

For myself, I do not know that I should regret it very much. I have an idea that no money should be sweet to a

man except that which he earns. And I have enough belief in myself to be confident that sooner or later I shall

earn a sufficiency. But, dearest, I own that I feel disgusted with myself when I think that I have diminished

your present comfort, or perhaps lessened for the future resources which would have been yours rather than

mine. But the milk has been spilt, and now we must only think what we can best do without it. It seems to me

that only two homes are possible for you one with Sir Thomas as his niece, and the other with me as my

wife. I am conceited enough to think that you will prefer the latter even with many inconveniences. Neither

can your uncle or your aunt prevent you from marrying at a very early day, should you choose to do so. There

would be some preliminary ceremony, of the nature of which I am thoroughly ignorant, but which could, I

suppose, be achieved in a month. I would advise you to ask your aunt boldly whether she wishes you to go or

to stay with her, explaining, of course, that you intend to hold to your engagement, and explaining at the

same time that you are quite ready to be married at once if she is anxious to be quit of you. That is my advice.

And now, dear, one word of something softer! For did any lover ever write to the lady of his heart so long a

letter so abominably stuffed with matters of business? How shall I best tell you how dearly I love you?

Perhaps I may do it by showing you that as far as I myself am concerned I long to hear that your Aunt

Emmeline and your Uncle Tom are more hardhearted and obdurate than were ever uncle and aunt before

them. I long to hear that you have been turned out into the cold, because I know that then you must come to

me, though it be even less than three hundred a year. I wish you could have seen your uncle's face as those

terribly mean figures reached his ears. I do not for a moment fear that we should want. Orders come slow

enough, but they come a little quicker than they did. I have never for a moment doubted my own ultimate

success, and if you were with me I should be more confident than ever. Nevertheless, should your aunt bid

you to stay, and should you think it right to comply with her desire, I will not complain.

Adieu! This comes from one who is altogether happy in his confidence that at any rate before long you will

"I quite expect to be scolded for my awkwardness. Indeed I shall be disappointed if I am not."

The same post which brought Hamel's long letter to Lucy brought also a short but very angry scrawl from Sir

Thomas to his wife. No eyes but those of Lady Tringle saw this epistle, and no other eyes shall see it. But the

few words which it contained were full of marital wrath. Why had she threatened to turn her own niece out of

his doors? Why had she subjected him to the necessity of defending her by a false assertion? Those Dormer

nieces of hers were giving him an amount of trouble and annoyance which he certainly had not deserved.

Lucy, though not a word was said to her of this angry letter, was conscious that something had been added to

her aunt's acerbity. Indeed for the last day or two her aunt's acerbity towards her had been much diminished.

Lady Tringle had known that her husband intended to do something by which the Hamel marriage would be

rendered possible; and she, though she altogether disapproved of the Hamel marriage, would be obliged to

accede to it if Sir Thomas acceded to it and encouraged it by his money. Let them be married, and then, as far

as the Tringles were concerned, let there be an end of these Dormer troubles for ever. To that idea Lady

Tringle had reconciled herself as soon as Sir Thomas had declared his purpose, but now as she declared to

herself "all the fat was again in the fire". She received Lucy's salutations on that morning with a very bad

But she had been desired to give no message, and therefore she was silent on the subject to Lucy. To the

Honourable Mrs Traffick she said a few words. "After all Ayala was not half as bad as Lucy," said Lady

"There, mamma, I think you are wrong," said the Honourable Mrs Traffick. "Of all the upsetting things I ever

knew Ayala was the worst. Think of her conduct with Septimus." Lady Tringle made a little grimace, which,

"I don't think she was so much to blame with Tom. If she were, why doesn't she take him now she can have

him? He is just as foolish about her as ever. Upon my word I think Tom will make himself ill about it."

"And another man has turned up. What on earth they see in her is what I can't understand."

"There was a Colonel Stubbs down there. Septimus heard it all from young Batsby at the club. She got this

man to ride about the country with her everywhere, going to the meets with him and coming home. And in

this way she got him to propose to her. I don't suppose he means anything; but that is why she won't have

anything to do with Tom now. Do you mean to say she didn't do all she could to catch Tom down at

Glenbogie, and then at Rome? Everybody saw it. I don't think Lucy has ever been so bad as that."

"She has come from a low father," said the Honourable Mrs Traffick, proudly, "and therefore she has

naturally attached herself to a low young man. There is nothing to be wondered at in that. I suppose they are

"That's just what your papa won't. The man has been to your father in the City and there has been ever such a

row. He spoke ill of me because I endeavoured to do my duty by the ungrateful girl. I am sure I have got a

lesson as to taking up other people's children. I endeavoured to do an act of charity, and see what has come of

"That is wicked, mamma. Faith, Hope, and Charity! But you've got to be charitable before you begin the

"I don't think it is wicked. People would do best if they were made to go along on what they've got of their

own." This seemed to Augusta to be a direct blow at Septimus and herself. "Of course I know what you

"But, if people can't stay for a few weeks in their own parents' houses, I don't know where they are to stay."

"It isn't weeks, Augusta; it's months. And as to parents, Lord Boardotrade is Mr Traffick's parent. Why

doesn't he go and stay with Lord Boardotrade?" Then Augusta got up and marched with stately step out of the

room. After this it was not possible that Lucy would find much immediate grace in her aunt's eyes. From the

moment that Lucy had received her letter there came upon her the great burden of answering it. She was very

anxious to do exactly as Hamel had counselled her. She was quite alive to the fact that Hamel had been

imprudent in Lombard Street; but not the less was she desirous to do as he bade her thinking it right that a

woman should obey someone, and that her obedience could be due only to him. But in order to obey him she

must consult her aunt. "Aunt Emmeline," she said that afternoon, "I want to ask you something."

"I don't want to hear any more about Mr Hamel. I have heard quite enough of Mr Hamel."

"So I hear you say. I do not think it very dutiful of you to come and talk to me about him, knowing as you do

"I never heard such a girl! Where are you to go to? What makes you ask the question?"

"Because you said that I ought to go if I did not give him up." "You ought to give him up."

"Then you had better hold your tongue and say nothing further about it. I don't believe he earns enough to

give you bread to eat and decent clothes to wear. What would you do if children were to come year after

year? If you really love him I wonder how you can think of being such a millstone round a man's neck!" This

was very hard to bear. It was so different from the delicious comfort of his letter. "I do not for a moment

believe that we should want." "I have never for one moment doubted my own ultimate success." But after all

was there not more of truth in her aunt's words, hard and cruel as they were? And on these words, such as

they were, she must found her answer to her lover; for he had bade her ask her aunt what she was to do as to

staying or preparing herself for an immediate marriage. Then, before the afternoon was over, she wrote to

I have got ever so much to say, but I shall begin by doing as you told me in your postscript. I won't quite

scold you, but I do think you might have been a little gentler with poor Uncle Tom. I do not say this because I

at all regret anything which perhaps he might have done for us. If you do not want assistance from him

certainly I do not. But I do think that he meant to be kind; and, though he may not be quite what you call a

gentleman of fine feeling, yet he has taken me into his house when I had no other to go to, and in many

respects has been generous to me. When he said that you were to go to him in Lombard Street, I am sure that

he meant to be generous. And, though it has not ended well, yet he meant to be kind to both of us.

There is what you will call my scolding; though, indeed, dearest, I do not intend to scold at all. Nor am I in

the least disappointed except in regard to you. This morning I have been to Aunt Emmeline, as you desired,

and I must say that she was very cross. Of course I know that it is because she is my own aunt that Uncle

Tom has me here at all; and I feel that I ought to be very grateful to her. But, in spite of all that you say,

laughing at Uncle Tom because he wants you to sell your grand work by auction, he is much more

goodnatured than Aunt Emmeline. I am quite sure my aunt never liked me, and that she will not be

comfortable till I am gone. But when I asked her whether I ought to stay, or to go, she told me to hold my

tongue, and say nothing further about it. Of course, by this, she meant that I was to remain, at any rate for the

My own dearest, I do think this will be best, though I need not tell you how I look forward to leaving this,

and being always with you. For myself I am not a bit afraid, though Aunt Emmeline said dreadful things

about food and clothes, and all the rest of it. But I believe much more in what you say, that success will be

sure to come. But still will it not be wise to wait a little longer? Whatever I may have to bear here, I shall

This was written and sent on a Wednesday, and nothing further was said either by Lucy herself, or by her

aunt, as to the lover, till Sir Thomas came down to Merle Park on the Saturday evening. On his arrival he

seemed inclined to be gracious to the whole household, even including Mr Traffick, who received any

attention of that kind exactly as though the most amicable arrangements were always existing between him

and his fatherinlaw. Aunt Emmeline, when it seemed that she was to encounter no further anger on

account of the revelation which Hamel had made in Lombard Street, also recovered her temper, and the

evening was spent as though there were no causes for serious family discord. In this spirit, on the following

morning, they all went to church, and it was delightful to hear the flattering words with which Mr Traffick

praised Merle Park, and everything belonging to it, during the hour of lunch. He went so far as to make some

delicately laudatory hints in praise of hospitality in general, and especially as to that so nobly exercised by

London merchant princes. Sir Thomas smiled as he heard him, and, as he smiled, he resolved that, as soon as

the Christmas festivities should be over, the Honourable Septimus Traffick should certainly be turned out of

After lunch there came a message to Lucy by a pageboy, who was supposed to attend generally to the

personal wants of Aunt Emmeline, saying that her uncle would be glad of her attendance for a walk. "My

dear," said he, "have you got your thick boots on? Then go and put 'em on. We will go down to the Lodge,

and then come home round by Windover Hill." She did as she was bade, and then they started. "I want to tell

"No doubt. Well, Lucy, I had intended to be kind to your Mr Hamel, but, as you are probably aware, I was

not enabled to carry out my intentions. He seems to be a very independent sort of young man."

"I have not a word to say against it. If a man can be independent it is so much the better. If a man can do

everything for himself, so as to require neither to beg nor to borrow, it will be much better for him. But, my

dear, you must understand that a man cannot be independent with one hand, and accept assistance with the

"That is not his character, I am sure," said Lucy, striving to hide her indignation while she defended her

lover's character. "I do not think it is. Therefore he must remain independent, and I can do nothing for him."

"Very well. Then there's an end of it. I only want to make you understand that I was willing to assist him, but

that he was unwilling to be assisted. I like him all the better for it, but there must be an end of it."

"Then there's one other thing I've got to say. He accused me of having threatened to turn you out of my

house. Now, my dear " Hereupon Lucy struggled to say a word, hardly knowing what word she ought to

say, but he interrupted her "Just hear me out till I've done, and then there need not be another word about

"If your aunt said a word in her anger you should not have made enough of it to write and tell him."

"Neither I nor she, nor anybody else, ever intended bo turn you out. I have meant to be kind to you both to

you and Ayala; and if things have gone wrong I cannot say that it has been my fault. Now, you had better stay

here, and not say a word more about it till he is ready to take you. That can't be yet for a long time. He is

making, at present, not more than two hundred a year. And I am sure it must be quite as much as he can do to

keep a coat on his back with such an income as that. You must make up your mind to wait probably for

some years. As I told you before, if a man chooses to have the glory of independence he must also bear the

inconvenience. Now, my dear, let there be an end of this, and never say again that I want to turn you out of

The next six weeks went on tranquilly at Merle Park without a word spoken about Hamel. Sir Thomas, who

was in the country as little as possible, showed his scorn to his soninlaw simply by the paucity of his

words, speaking to him, when he did speak to him, with a deliberate courtesy which Mr Traffick perfectly

understood. It was that dangerous serenity which so often presages a storm. "There is something going to be

up with your father," he said to Augusta. Augusta replied that she had never seen her father so civil before. "It

would be a great convenience", continued the Member of Parliament, "if he could be made to hold his tongue

till Parliament meets; but I'm afraid that's too good to expect." In other respects things were comfortable at

Merle Park, though they were not always comfortable up in London. Tom, as the reader knows, was

misbehaving himself sadly at the Mountaineers. This was the period of unlimited champagne, and of almost

total absence from Lombard Street. It was seldom that Sir Thomas could get hold of his son, and when he did

that brokenhearted youth would reply to his expostulations simply by asserting that if his father would

induce Ayala to marry him everything should go straight in Lombard Street. Then came the final blow. Tom

was of course expected at Merle Park on Christmas Eve, but did not make his appearance either then or on

Christmas Day. Christmas fell on a Wednesday, and it was intended that the family should remain in the

country till the following Monday. On the Thursday Sir Thomas went up to town to make inquiries respecting

his heir, as to whom Lady Tringle had then become absolutely unhappy. In London he heard the disastrous

truth. Tom, in his sportive mood, had caused serious inconvenience to a most respectable policeman, and was

destined to remain another week in the hands of the Philistines. Then, for a time, all the other Tringle troubles

were buried and forgotten in this great trouble respecting Tom. Lady Tringle was unable to leave her room

during the period of incarceration. Mr Traffick promised to have the victim liberated by the direct

interference of the Secretary of State, but failed to get anything of the kind accomplished. The girls were

completely cowed by the enormity of the misfortune; so that Tom's name was hardly mentioned except in sad

and confidential whispers. But of all the sufferers Sir Thomas suffered the most. To him it was a positive

disgrace, weighing down every moment of his life. At Travers and Treason he could not hold up his head

boldly and open his mouth loudly as had always been his wont. At Travers and Treason there was not a clerk

who did not know that "the governor" was an altered man since this misfortune had happened to the hope of

the firm. What passed between Sir Thomas and his son on the occasion has already been told in a previous

chapter. That Sir Thomas, on the whole, behaved with indulgence must be acknowledged; but he felt that his

Tom had been advised by his father to go forth and see the world. A prolonged tour had been proposed to him

which to most young men might seem to have great attraction. To him it would have had attraction enough,

had it not been for Ayala. There would have been hardly any limit to the allowance made to him, and he

would have gone forth armed with introductions, which would have made every port a happy home to him.

But as soon as the tour was suggested he resolved at once that he could not move himself to a distance from

Ayala. What he expected what he even hoped he could not tell himself. But while Ayala was in

He was thoroughly ashamed of himself. He was not at all the man who could bear a week of imprisonment

and not think himself disgraced. For a day or two he shut himself up altogether in his lodgings, and never

once showed himself at the Mountaineers. Faddle came to him, but he snubbed Faddle at first, remembering

all the severe things his father had said about the Faddles in general. But he soon allowed that feeling to die

away when the choice seemed to be between Faddle and solitude. Then he crept out in the dark and ate his

dinners with Faddle at some tavern, generally paying the bill for both of them. After dinner he would play

half a dozen games of billiards with his friend at some unknown billiardroom, and then creep home to his

lodgings a blighted human being! At last, about the end of the first week in January, he was induced to go

down to Merle Park. There Mr and Mrs Traffick were still sojourning, the real grief which had afflicted Sir

Thomas having caused him to postpone his intention in regard to his soninlaw. At Merle Park Tom was

cosseted and spoilt by the women very injudiciously. It was not perhaps the fact that they regarded him as a

hero simply because he had punched a policeman in the stomach and then been locked up in vindication of

the injured laws of his country; but that incident in combination with his unhappy love did seem to make him

heroic. Even Lucy regarded him with favour because of his constancy to her sister; whereas the other ladies

measured their admiration for his persistency by the warmth of their anger against the silly girl who was

causing so much trouble. His mother told him over and over again that his cousin was not worth his regard;

but then, when he would throw himself on the sofa in an agony of despair weakened perhaps as much by

the course of champagne as by the course of his love then she, too, would bid him hope, and at last

promised that she herself would endeavour to persuade Ayala to look at the matter in a more favourable light.

"It would all be right if it were not for that accursed Stubbs," poor Tom would say to his mother. "The man

whom I called my friend! The man I lent a horse to when he couldn't get one anywhere else! The man to

whom I confided everything, even about the necklace! If it hadn't been for Stubbs I never should have hurt

that policeman! When I was striking him I thought that it was Stubbs!" Then the mother would heap feminine

maledictions on the poor Colonel's head, and so together they would weep and think of revenge.

From the moment Tom had heard Colonel Stubbs's name mentioned as that of his rival he had meditated

revenge. It was quite true when he said that he had been thinking of Stubbs when he struck the policeman. He

had consumed the period of his confinement in gnashing his teeth, all in regard to our poor friend Jonathan.

He told his father that he could not go upon his long tour because of Ayala. But in truth his love was now so

mixed up with ideas of vengeance that he did not himself know which prevailed. If he could first have

slaughtered Stubbs then perhaps he might have started! But how was he to slaughter Stubbs? Various ideas

occurred to his mind. At first he thought that he would go down to Aldershot with the biggest cuttingwhip

he could find in any shop in Piccadilly; but then it occurred to him that at Aldershot he would have all the

British army against him, and that the British army might do something to him worse even than the London

magistrate. Then he would wait till the Colonel could be met elsewhere. He ascertained that the Colonel was

still at Stalham, where he had passed the Christmas, and he thought how it might be if he were to attack the

Colonel in the presence of his friends, the Alburys. He assured himself that, as far as personal injury went, he

feared nothing. He had no disinclination to be hit over the head himself, if he could be sure of hitting the

Colonel over the head. If it could be managed that they two should fly at each other with their fists, and be

allowed to do the worst they could to each other for an hour, without interference, he would be quite satisfied.

But down at Stalham that would not be allowed. All the world would be against him, and nobody there to see

that he got fair play. If he could encounter the man in the streets of London it would be better; but were he to

seek the man down at Stalham he would probably find himself in the County Lunatic Asylum. What must he

do for his revenge? He was surely entitled to it. By all the laws of chivalry, as to which he had his own ideas,

he had a right to inflict an injury upon a successful even upon an unsuccessful rival. Was it not a

shame that so excellent an institution as duelling should have been stamped out? Wandering about the lawns

and shrubberies at Merle Park he thought of all this, and at last he came to a resolution. The institution had

been stamped out, as far as Great Britain was concerned. He was aware of that. But it seemed to him that it

had not been stamped out in other more generous countries. He had happened to notice that a certain

enthusiastic politician in France had enjoyed many duels, and had never been severely repressed by the laws

of his country. Newspaper writers were always fighting in France, and were never guillotined. The idea of

being hanged was horrible to him so distasteful that he saw at a glance that a duel in England was out of

the question. But to have his head cut off, even if it should come to that, would be a much less affair. But in

Belgium, in Italy, in Germany, they never did cut off the heads of the very numerous gentlemen who fought

duels. And there were the Southern States of the American Union, where he fancied that men might fight

duels as they pleased. He would be ready to go even to New Orleans at a day's notice if only he could induce

Colonel Stubbs to meet him there. And he thought that, if Colonel Stubbs really possessed half the spirit

which seemed to be attributed to him by the British army generally, he would come, if properly invoked, and

fight such a duel as this, whether at New Orleans or at some other wellchosen bloodallowing spot on the

But the invocation must be properly made. When he had wanted another letter of another kind to be written

for him, the Colonel himself was the man to whom he had gone for assistance. And, had his present enemy

been any other than the Colonel himself, he would have gone to the Colonel in preference to anyone else for

aid in this matter. There was no one, in truth, in whom he believed so thoroughly as in the Colonel. But that

was out of the question. Then he reflected what friend might now stand him in stead. He would have gone to

Houston, who wanted to marry his sister; but Houston seemed to have disappeared, and he did not know

where he might be found. There was his brotherinlaw, Traffick but he feared lest Traffick might give

him over once more into the hands of the police. He thought of Hamel, as being in a way connected with the

family; but he had seen so little of Hamel, and had so much disliked what he had seen, that he was obliged to

let that hope go by. There was no one left but Faddle whom he could trust. Faddle would do anything he was

told to do. Faddle would carry the letter, no doubt, or allow himself to be named as a proposed second. But

Faddle could not write the letter. He felt that he could write the letter himself better than Faddle.

He went up to town, having sent a mysterious letter to Faddle, bidding his friend attend him in his lodgings.

He did not yet dare to go to the Mountaineers, where Faddle would have been found. But Faddle came, true

to the appointment. "What is it, now?" said the faithful friend. "I hope you are going back to Travers and

Treasons'. That is what I should do, and walk in just as though nothing had happened."

"There is something else to be done before I can again darken the doors of Travers and Treason if I should

"You may say that. I have stuck to you always though you don't know the kind of things my people say to

me about it. They say I am going to ruin myself because of you. The governor threatened to put me out of the

business altogether. But I'm a man who will be true to my friend, whatever happens. I think you have been a

"Cool! If you knew the state that I'm in you wouldn't talk of a fellow being cool! I'm so knocked about it all

"Now, I'll tell you what I'm going to do." Then he stood still, and looked Faddle full in the face. Faddle,

sitting awestruck on his chair, returned the gaze. He knew that a moment of supreme importance was at

"Like a dog if I can get at him. I should have no more compunction in taking his life than a mere worm.

"Do you mean do you mean that you would murder him?" "It would not be murder. Of course it

might be that he would shoot me instead. Upon the whole, I think I should like that best."

"That's what I mean. Murder him! Certainly not. Though I should like nothing half so well as to thrash him

within an inch of his life. I would not murder him. My plan is this I shall write to him a letter inviting him

to meet me in any corner of the globe that he may select. Torrid zone or Arctic circle will be all the same to

me. You will have to accompany me as my second." Faddle shivered with excitement and dread of coming

events. Among other ideas there came the thought that it might be difficult to get back from the Arctic circle

without money if his friend Tom should happen to be shot dead in that locality. "But first of all", continued

"Of course. The man is now staying with friends of his named Albury at a place called Stalham. From what I

hear they are howling swells. Sir Harry Albury is Master of the Hounds, and Lady Albury when she is up in

London has all the Royal Family constantly at her parties. Stubbs is a cousin of his; but you must go right

away up to him among 'em all, and deliver the letter into his hands without minding 'em a bit.

"No; this kind of letter mustn't go by post. You have to be able to swear that you delivered it yourself into his

own hands. And then you must wait for an answer. Even though he should want a day to think of it, you must

"Well; it may be they'll ask you to the house, because, though you carry the letter for me, you are not

supposed to be his enemy. If so, put a jolly face on it, and enjoy yourself as well as you can. You must seem,

you know, to be just as big a swell as anybody there. But if they don't ask you, you must go to the nearest inn.

"I've got to write the letter first. It'll take a little time, so that you'd better put it off till tomorrow. If you will

leave me now I'll write it, and if you will come back at six we'll go and have a bit of dinner at Bolivia's." This

was an eatinghouse in the neighbourhood of Leicester Square, to which the friends had become partial

during this troubled period of their existence. "Why not come to the Mountaineers, old boy?" Tom shook his

head, showing that he was not yet up to such festivity as that; and then Faddle took his departure.

Tom at once got out his pen and paper, and began to write his letter. It may be imagined that it was not

written offhand, or without many struggles. When it was written it ran as follows: SIR,

You will not, I think, be surprised to hear from me in anything but a friendly spirit. I went down to you at

Aldershot as to a friend whom I could trust with my bosom's dearest secret, and you have betrayed me. I told

you of my love, a love which has long burned in my heart, and you received my confidence with a smile,

knowing all the time that you were my rival. I leave it to you to say what reply you can make as to conduct so

damning, so unmanly, so dastardly and so very unlike a friend as this! However, there is no place here for

words. You have offered me the greatest insult and the greatest injury which one man can inflict upon

another! There is no possibility of an apology, unless you are inclined to say that you will renounce for ever

your claim upon the hand of Miss Ayala Dormer. This I do not expect, and, therefore, I call upon you to give

me that satisfaction which is all that one gentleman can offer to another. After the injury you have done me I

Of course, I know that duels cannot be fought in England because of the law. I am sorry that the law should

have been altered, because it allows so many cowards to escape the punishment they deserve. [Tom, as he

wrote this, was very proud of the keenness of the allusion.] I am quite sure, however, that a man who bears

the colours of a colonel in the British army will not try to get off by such a pretext. [He was proud, too, about

the colours.] France, Belgium, Italy, the United States, and all the world, are open! I will meet you wherever

I send this by the hands of my friend, Mr Faddle, who will be prepared to make arrangements with you or

with any friend on your behalf. He will bring back your reply, which no doubt will be satisfactory.

When, after making various copies, Tom at last read the letter as finally prepared, he was much pleased with

it, doubting whether the Colonel himself could have written it better, had the task been confided to his hands.

When Faddle came, he read it to him with much pride, and then committed it to his custody. After that they

went out and ate their dinner at Bolivia's with much satisfaction, but still with a bearing of deep melancholy,

Faddle as he went down into the country made up his mind that the law which required such letters to be

delivered by hand was an absurd law. The post would have done just as well, and would have saved a great

deal of trouble. These gloomy thoughts were occasioned by a conviction that he could not carry himself

easily or make himself happy among such "howling swells" as these Alburys. If they should invite him to the

house the matter would be worse that way than the other. He had no confidence in his dress coat, which he

was aware had been damaged by nocturnal orgies. It is all very well to tell a fellow to be as "big a swell" as

anybody else, as Tom had told him. But Faddle acknowledged to himself the difficulty of acting up to such

advice. Even the eyes of Colonel Stubbs turned upon him after receipt of the letter would oppress him.

Nevertheless he must do his best, and he took a gig at the station nearest to Albury. He was careful to carry

his bag with him, but still he lived in hope that he would be able to return to London the same day. When he

found himself within the lodges of Stalham Park he could hardly keep himself from shivering and, when he

asked the footman at the door whether Colonel Stubbs was there, he longed to be told that Colonel Stubbs

had gone away on the previous day to some he did not care what distant part of the globe. But Colonel

Our friend the Colonel had not suffered as Tom had suffered since his rejection but nevertheless he had

been much concerned. He had set his heart upon Ayala before he had asked her, and could not bring himself

to change his heart because she had refused him. He had gone down to Aldershot and had performed his

duties, abstaining for the present from repeating his offer. The offer of course must be repeated, but as to the

when, the where, and the how, he had not as yet made up his mind. Then Tom Tringle had come to him at

Aldershot communicating to him the fact that he had a rival and also the other fact that the other rival like

himself had hitherto been unsuccessful. It seemed improbable to him that such a girl as Ayala should attach

herself to such a man as her cousin Tom. But nevertheless he was uneasy. He regarded Tom Tringle as a

miracle of wealth, and felt certain that the united efforts of the whole family would be used to arrange the

match. Ayala had refused him also, and therefore, up to the present moment, the chances of the other man

were no better than his own. When Tom left him at Aldershot he hardly remembered that Tom knew nothing

of his secret, whereas Tom had communicated to him his own. It never for a moment occurred to him that

Tom would quarrel with him; although he had seen that the poor fellow had been disgusted because he had

refused to write the letter. On Christmas Eve he had gone down to Stalham, and there he had remained

discussing the matter of his love with Lady Albury. To no one else in the house had the affair been

mentioned, and by Sir Harry he was supposed to remain there only for the sake of the hunting. With Sir Harry

he was of all guests the most popular, and thus it came to pass that his prolonged presence at Stalham was not

matter of special remark. Much of his time he did devote to hunting, but there were half hours devoted in

company with Lady Albury to Ayala's perfection and Ayala's obstinacy. Lady Albury was almost inclined to

think that Ayala should be given up. Married ladies seldom estimate even the girls they like best at their full

value. It seems to such a one as Lady Albury almost a pity that such a one as Colonel Stubbs should waste his

energy upon anything so insignificant as Ayala Dormer. The speciality of the attraction is of course absent to

the woman, and unless she has considered the matter so far as to be able to clothe her thoughts in male

vestments, as some women do, she cannot understand the longing that is felt for so small a treasure. Lady

Albury thought that young ladies were very well, and that Ayala was very well among young ladies; but

Ayala in getting Colonel Stubbs for a husband would, as Lady Albury thought, have received so much more

than her desert that she was now almost inclined to be angry with the Colonel. "My dear friend," he said to

her one day, "you might as well take it for granted. I shall go after my princess with all the energy which a

princess merits." "The question is whether she be a princess," said Lady Albury. "Allow me to say that that is

a point on which I cannot admit a doubt. She is a princess to me, and just at present I must be regarded as the

"Goddess, princess, pink, or pearl any name you please supposed to convey perfection shall be the same

to me. It may be that she is in truth no better, or more lovely, or divine, than many another young lady who is

at the present moment exercising the heart of many another gentleman. You know enough of the world to be

"And, in order that she may, you must have her here again. I should absolutely not know how to go to work

were I to find myself in the presence of Aunt Dosett in Kingsbury Crescent." In answer to this Lady Albury

assured him that she would be quite willing to have the girl again at Stalham if it could be managed. She was

reminding him, however, how difficult it had been on a previous occasion to overcome the scruples of Mrs

Dosett, when a servant brought in word to Colonel Stubbs that there was a man in the hall desirous of seeing

him immediately on particular business. Then the servant presented our friend Faddle's card.

"Yes, Sir;" said the servant. "He says he has a letter which he must put into your own particular hands."

"That looks like a bailiff," said Lady Albury, laughing. Colonel Stubbs, declaring that he had no special

At Stalham the real hall of the house was used as a billiardroom, and here, leaning against the billiard table,

the Colonel found poor Faddle. When a man is compelled by some chance circumstance to address another

man whom he does not know, and whom by inspection he feels he shall never wish to know, he always

hardens his face, and sometimes also his voice. So it was with the Colonel when he looked at Faddle. A word

he did say, not in words absolutely uncivil, as to the nature of the business in hand. Then Faddle, showing his

emotion by a quaver in his voice, suggested that as the matter was one of extreme delicacy some more private

apartment might be provided. Upon this Stubbs led the way into a little room which was for the most part

filled with hunting gear, and offered the stranger one of the three chairs which it contained. Faddle sat down,

finding himself so compelled, though the Colonel still remained standing, and then extracted the fatal epistle

from his pocket. "Colonel Stubbs," said he, handing up the missive, "I am directed by my friend, Mr Thomas

Tringle, junior, to put this letter into your own hand. When you have read it I shall be ready to consult with

you as to its contents." These few words he had learnt by heart on his journey down, having practised them

The Colonel took the letter, and turning to the window read it with his back to the visitor. He read it twice

from beginning to end in order that he might have time to resolve whether he would laugh aloud at both

Faddle and Tringle, or whether it might not be better to endeavour to soften the anger of poor Tom by a

message which should be at any rate kindly worded. "This is from my friend, Tom Tringle," he said.

"So I perceive. I am sorry to think that he should be in so much trouble. He is one of the best fellows I know,

and I am really grieved that he should be unhappy. This, you know, is all nonsense." "It is not nonsense at all,

"You must allow me to be the judge of that, Mr Faddle. It is at any rate nonsense to me. He wants me to go

somewhere and fight a duel which I should not do with any man under any circumstances. Here there is

no possible ground for any quarrel whatsoever as I will endeavour to explain, myself, to my friend, Mr

Tringle. I shall be sure to write to him at once and so I will bid you good afternoon."

But this did not at all suit poor Faddle after so long a journey. "I thought it probable that you would write,

Colonel Stubbs, and therefore I am prepared to wait. If I cannot be accommodated here I will wait will

"You must be aware, Colonel Stubbs, that letters of this sort should not be sent by post."

"The kind of letter I shall write may be sent by post very well. It will not be bellicose, and therefore there can

be no objection." "I really think, Colonel Stubbs, that you are making very little of a very serious matter."

"Mr Faddle, I really must manage my own affairs after my own way. Would you like a glass of sherry? If not,

I need hardly ask you to stay here any longer." Upon that he went out into the billiardroom and rang the

bell. Poor Faddle would have liked the glass of sherry, but he felt that it would be incompatible with the

angry dignity which he assumed, and he left the house without another word or even a gesture of courtesy.

Then he returned to London, having taken his bag and dress coat all the way to Stalham for nothing.

Tom's letter was almost too good to be lost, but there was no one to whom the joke could be made known

except Lady Albury. She, he was sure, would keep poor Tom's secret as well as his own, and to her he

showed the letter. "I pity him from the bottom of my heart," he said. Lady Albury declared that the writer of

such a letter was too absurd for pity. "Not at all. Unless he really loved her he wouldn't have been so enraged.

I suppose he does think that I injured him. He did tell me his story, and I didn't tell him mine. I can

understand it all, though I didn't imagine he was such a fool as to invite me to travel all round the world

because of the harsh laws of Great Britain. Nevertheless, I shall write to him quite an affectionate letter,

remembering that, should I succeed myself, he will be my first cousin by marriage."

Before he went to bed that night he wrote his letter, and the reader may as well see the whole correspondence:

If you will think of it all round you will see that you have got no cause of quarrel with me any more than I

have with you. If it be the case that we are both attached to your cousin, we must abide her decision whether

it be in favour of either of us, or, as may be too probably the case, equally adverse to both of us. If I

understand your letter rightly, you think that I behaved unfairly when I did not tell you of my own affairs

upon hearing yours from your own lips. Why should I? Why should I have been held to be constrained to tell

my secret because you, for your own sake, had told me yours? Had I been engaged to your cousin which I

regret to say is very far from the case I should have told you, naturally. I should have regarded the matter

as settled, and should have acquainted you with a fact which would have concerned you. But as such was not

a fact, I was by no means bound to tell you how my affairs stood. This ought to be clear to you, and I hope

I may as well go on to declare that under no circumstances should I fight a duel with you. If I thought I had

done wrong in the matter I would beg your pardon. I can't do that as it is though I am most anxious to

Pray forget your animosity which is in truth unfounded and let us be friends as we were before.

Faddle reached London the evening before the Colonel's letter, and again dined with his friend at Bolivia's.

At first they were both extremely angry, acerbating each other's wrath. Now that he was safe back in London

Faddle thought that he would have enjoyed an evening among the "swells" of Stalham, and felt himself to be

injured by the inhospitable treatment he had received "after going all the way down there, hardly to be

"Well, yes, I was on a miserable canebottomed chair in a sort of cupboard. And he didn't sit down. You

may call them swells, but I think your Colonel Stubbs is a very vulgar sort of fellow. When I told him the

post isn't the proper thing for such a letter, he only laughed. I suppose he doesn't know what is the kind of

"Then why doesn't he act accordingly? Would you believe it; he never so much as asked me whether I had a

"They might have asked me. I shouldn't have taken it. He did say something about a glass of sherry, but it

was in that sort of tone which tells a fellow that he is expected not to take it. And then he pretended to laugh.

I could see that he was shaking in his shoes at the idea of having to fight. He go to the torrid zone! He would

much rather go to a police office if he thought that there was any fighting on hand. I should dust his jacket

Later on in the evening Tom declared that this was what he would do, but, before he came to that, a third

bottle of Signor Bolivia's champagne had been made to appear. The evening passed between them not

without much enjoyment. On the opening of that third cork the wine was declared to be less excellent than

what had gone before, and Signor Bolivia was evoked in person. A gentleman named Walker, who looked

after the establishment, made his appearance, and with many smiles, having been induced to swallow a

bumper of the compound himself, declared, with a knowing shake of the head and an astute twinkle of the

eye, that the wine was not equal to the last. He took a great deal of trouble, he assured them, to import an

article which could not be surpassed, if it could be equalled, in London, always visiting Epernay himself once

a year for the purpose of going through the winevaults. Let him do what he would an inferior bottle or,

rather, a bottle somewhat inferior would sometimes make its way into his cellar. Would Mr Tringle let

him have the honour of drawing another cork, so that the exact amount of difference might be ascertained?

Tom gave his sanction; the fourth cork was drawn; and Mr Walker, sitting down and consuming the wine

with his customers, was enabled to point out to a hair's breadth the nature and the extent of the variation.

Tringle still thought that the difference was considerable. Faddle was, on the whole, inclined to agree with

Signor Bolivia. It need hardly be said that the four bottles were paid for or rather scored against Tringle,

"Show a fellar fellar's letters morrer." Such or something like it was Faddle's last request to his friend as they

bade each other farewell for the night in Pall Mall. But Faddle was never destined to see the Colonel's epistle.

On his attempting to let himself in at Badminton Gardens, he was kidnapped by his father in his nightshirt

and dressinggown; and was sent out of London on the following morning by long sea down to Aberdeen,

whither he was intrusted to the charge of a stern uncle. Our friend Tom saw nothing more of his faithful

By the morning post, while Tom was still lying sick with headache for even with Signor Bolivia's wine

the pulling of many corks is apt to be dangerous there came the letter from the Colonel. Bad as Tom was,

he felt himself constrained to read it at once, and learned that neither the torrid zone or Arctic circle would

require his immediate attendance. He was very sick, and perhaps, therefore, less high in courage than on the

few previous days. Partly, perhaps, from that cause, but partly, also, from the Colonel's logic, he did find that

his wrath was somewhat abated. Not but what it was still present to his mind that if two men loved the same

girl as ardently, as desperately, as eternally as he loved Ayala, the best thing for them would be to be put

together like the Kilkenny cats, till whatever remnant should be left of one might have its chance with the

young lady. He still thought that it would be well that they should fight to the death, but a glimmering of light

fell upon his mind as to the Colonel's abnegation of all treason in the matter. "I suppose it wasn't to be

expected that he should tell," he said to himself. "Perhaps I shouldn't have told in the same place. But as to

forgetting animosity that is out of the question! How is a man to forget his animosity when two men want to

About three o'clock on that day he dressed himself, and sat waiting for Faddle to come to him. He knew how

anxious his friend would be to see the Colonel's letter. But Faddle by this time had passed the Nore, and had

added seasickness to his other maladies. Faddle came to him no more, and the tedious hours of the afternoon

wore themselves away in his lodgings till he found his solitude to be almost more unbearable than his

previous misfortunes. At last came the time when he must go out for his dinner. He did not dare to attempt

the Mountaineers. And as for Bolivia, Bolivia with his corks, and his eatinghouse, and his vintages, was

abominable to him. About eight o'clock he slunk into a quiet little house on the north side of Oxford Street,

and there had two mutton chops, some buttered toast, and some tea. As he drank his tea he told himself that

on the morrow he would go back to his mother at Merle Park, and get from her such consolation as might be

It was now the middle of January, and Gertrude Tringle had received no reply from her lover to the overture

which she had made him. Nor, indeed, had she received any letter from him since that to which this overture

had been a reply. It was now two months since her proposition had been made, and during that time her anger

had waxed very hot against Mr Houston. After all, it might be a question whether Mr Houston was worth all

the trouble which she, with her hundred thousand pounds, was taking on his behalf. She did not like the idea

of abandoning him, because, by doing so, she would seem to yield to her father. Having had a young man of

her own, it behoved her to stick to her young man in spite of her parents. But what is a girl to do with a lover

who, at the end of two months, has made no reply to an offer from herself that he should run away with her,

and take her to Ostend? She was in this frame of mind when, lo and behold, she found her own letter, still

inclosed in her own envelope but opened, and thrust in among her father's papers. It was evident enough

that the letter had never passed from out of the house. There had been treachery on the part of some servant

or perhaps her father might have condescended to search the little box or, more probable still, Augusta

had betrayed her! Then she reflected that she had communicated her purpose to her sister, that her sister had

abstained from any questions since the letter had been written, and that her sister, therefore, no doubt, was the

culprit. There, however, was the letter, which had never reached her lover's hands, and, as a matter of course,

her affections returned with all their full ardour to the unfortunate illused man. That her conduct was now

watched would, she thought, be a matter of course. Her father knew her purpose, and, like stern parents in

general, would use all his energies to thwart it. Sir Thomas had, in truth, thought but little about the matter

since he had first thrust the letter away. Tom's troubles, and the disgrace brought by them upon Travers and

Treason generally, had so occupied his mind that he cared but little for Gertrude and her lover. But Gertrude

had no doubt that she was closely watched, and in these circumstances was driven to think how she could

best use her wits so as to countermine her father. To run away from Queen's Gate would, she thought, be

more difficult, and more uncomfortable, than to perform the same operation at Merle Park. It was intended

that the family should remain in the country, at any rate, till Easter, and Gertrude resolved that there might

yet be time for another effort before Easter should be past, if only she could avoid those hundred Argus eyes,

She prepared another letter to her lover, which she addressed to him at his club in London. In this she told

him nothing of her former project, except that a letter written by her in November had fallen in to the hands

of enemies. Then she gave him to understand that there was need of the utmost caution; but that, if adequate

caution were used, she did not doubt they might succeed. She said nothing about her great project, but

suggested to him that he should run down into Sussex, and meet her at a certain spot indicated, outside the

Park palings, half an hour after dusk. It might be, she said, impossible that the meeting should be effected, but

she thought that she could so manage as to leave the house unwatched at the appointed hour. With the object

of being especially safe she began and concluded her letter without any names, and then managed to deposit

Houston, when he received this letter, at once made up his mind that he would not be found on the outer side

of the Park palings on the evening named. He told himself that he was too old for the romance of

lovemaking, and that should he be received, when hanging about in the dark, by some custodian with a

cudgel, he would have nothing to thank but his own folly. He wrote back therefore to say that he regarded the

outside of the Park palings as indiscreet, but that he would walk up through the lodge gate to the house at

three o'clock in the afternoon of the day named, and he would take it as an additional mark of her favour if

she would meet him on the road. Gertrude had sent him a mysterious address; he was to direct the letter to

"O.P.Q., Post Office, Hastings," and she was prepared to hire a country boy to act as Love's messenger on the

occasion. But of this instruction Frank took no notice, addressing the letter to Merle Park in the usual way.

Gertrude received her letter without notice from anyone. On that occasion Argus, with all his eyes, was by

chance asleep. She was very angry with her lover almost determined to reject him altogether, almost

disposed to yield to her angry parents and look out for some other lover who might be accepted in better part;

but still, when the day came she put on her hat and walked down the road towards the lodge.

As Fortune had it Fortune altogether unfavourable to those perils for which her soul was longing no

one watched her, no one dogged her steps, no one took any notice of her, till she met Frank Houston when he

had passed about a hundred yards through the gates. "And so you have come," she said.

"Oh, yes; I have come. I was sure to come when I said so. No man is more punctual than I am in these

"Well, my darling. You are looking uncommonly well, and I am so glad to see you. How are they all?"

"Of course I do. I'm ready tomorrow for the matter of that." "But could you do something great?"

"Something great! As to earning my bread, you mean? I do not think I could do that. I didn't turn my hand to

"Frank, I wrote you a letter and described it all. How I got the courage to do it I do not know. I feel as though

I could not bring myself to say it now. I wonder whether you would have the courage."

"I should say so. I don't know quite what sort of thing it is; but I generally have pluck enough for anything in

"I couldn't break open Travers and Treason, and get at the safe, or anything in that way."

"It is another sort of safe of which you must break the lock, Frank; another treasure you must steal. Do you

"There is Tom," said Gertrude. "He is always wandering about the place now like a ghost. Let us go back to

the gate." Then Frank turned. "You heard, I suppose, of that dreadful affair about the policeman."

"Not in the least. He had to pay five shillings hadn't he for telling a policeman to go about his

"It's just the same. Nobody thinks anything about that kind of thing. Now, what is it I have got to do? We had

better turn back again as soon as we can, because I must go up to the house before I go."

"Certainly. I will not leave it to your father to say that I came skulking about the place, and was ashamed to

"If we were married without having it assured beforehand we should look very blue if things went wrong

"Courage enough, I think, when my body is concerned; but I am an awful coward in regard to money. I

wouldn't mind hashed mutton and baked potatoes for myself, but I shouldn't like to see you eating them,

"Did you ever try? I never came absolutely to hashed mutton, but I've known how very uncomfortable it is

not to be able to pay for the hot joints. I'm willing to own honestly that married life without an income would

"Ostend. Oh, yes. There was a man there who used to cheat horribly at ecarte. He did me out of nearly a

"I don't think this man was in orders. But he might have been. Parsons come out in so many shapes! This man

"It isn't a nice sort of place, I should say, for a honeymoon. But you shall choose. When we are married you

"I'll be shot if I know what you're after, Gertrude. If you've got anything to say you'd better speak out. I want

They had now taken one or two turns between the lodge and a point in the road from which the house could

be observed, and at which Tom could still be seen wandering about, thinking no doubt of Ayala. Here Frank

stopped as though determined not to turn to the lodge again. It was wonderful to Gertrude that he should not

have understood what she had already said. When he talked of her mother going with them to the Ostend

marriage she was almost beside herself. This lover of hers was a man of the world and must have heard of

elopements. But now had come a time in which she must be plain, unless she made up her mind to abandon

her plan altogether. "Frank," she said, "if you were to run away with me, then we could be married at

"It wouldn't be the first time that such a thing has been done." "The commonest thing in the world, my dear,

"Money! It's always money. It's nothing but the money, I believe." "That's unkind, Gertrude."

"My darling, that hashed mutton and those baked potatoes are too clear before my eyes."

"I think, unfortunately, of a great many other things. Hashed mutton is simply symbolical. Under the head of

hashed mutton I include poor lodgings, growlers when we get ourselves asked to eat a dinner at somebody's

table, limited washing bills, table napkins rolled up in their dirt every day for a week, antimacassars to save

the backs of the chairs, a picture of you darning my socks while I am reading a newspaper hired at a

halfpenny from the public house round the corner, a pint of beer in the pewter between us and perhaps

"In such an emergency I am bound to give you the advantage both of my experience and imagination."

"Not about the cradles! That is imagination. My darling, it won't do. You and I have not been brought up to

"Papa would be sure to give us the money," she said, eagerly. "In such a matter as this, where your happiness

"Yes, my dear, your happiness! I am quite willing to own the truth. I am not fitted to make you happy, if I

were put upon the hashed mutton regime as I have described to you. I will not run the risk for your sake."

Then they walked up towards the house for some little way in silence. "What is it you intend, then?" she

"He will simply turn you out of the house," she said. Upon this he shrugged his shoulders, and they walked

Sir Thomas was not at Merle Park, nor was he expected home that evening. Frank Houston could only

therefore ask for Lady Tringle, and her he saw together with Mr and Mrs Traffick. In presence of them all

nothing could be said of love affairs; and, after sitting for half an hour, during which he was not entertained

with much cordiality, he took his leave, saying that he would do himself the honour of calling on Sir Thomas

in the City. While he was in the drawingroom Gertrude did not appear. She had retired to her room, and was

there resolving that Frank Houston was not such a lover as would justify a girl in breaking her heart for him.

And Frank as he went to town brought his mind to the same way of thinking. The girl wanted something

romantic to be done, and he was not disposed to do anything romantic for her. He was not in the least angry

with her, acknowledging to himself that she had quite as much a right to her way of looking at things as he

had to his. But he felt almost sure that the Tringle alliance must be regarded as impossible. If so, should he

look out for another heiress, or endeavour to enjoy life, stretching out his little income as far as might be

possible or should he assume altogether a new character, make a hero of himself, and ask Imogene

Docimer to share with him a little cottage in whatever might be the cheapest spot to be found in the civilised

parts of Europe? If it was to be hashed mutton and a united cradle he would prefer Imogene Docimer to

But there was still open to him the one further chance with Sir Thomas; and this chance he could try with the

comfortable feeling that he might be almost indifferent as to what Sir Thomas might say. To be prepared for

either lot is very selfassuring when any matter of difficulty has to be taken in hand. On arriving at the house

in Lombard Street he soon found himself ushered once more into Sir Thomas's presence. "Well, Mr Houston,

"Don't you think, Mr Houston, that there is something a little unmanly shall I call it, in coming so

"Weak, perhaps, would have been a better word. I do not wish to be uncourteous, and I will therefore

withdraw unmanly. Is it not weak to encounter so many refusals on the same subject?" "I should feel myself

to have been very strong if after so many refusals I were to be successful at last."

"There is no chance, because I do not believe that my daughter's happiness does depend upon it. She is

"What proposition?" asked Houston, in surprise, having heard nothing of that intercepted letter.

"That journey to Ostend, with the prospect of finding a goodnatured clergyman in the town! I hardly think

"No, Sir Thomas, I should not do that. I should think it wrong." This he said quite gravely, asking no

questions; but was very much at a loss to know where Sir Thomas had got his information. "I am sure you

would think it foolish: and it would be foolish. I pledge you my word, that were you to do such a thing I

should not give you a shilling. I should not let my girl starve; but I should save her from suffering in such a

"I hope not only as I know that the suggestion has been made I have thought it well to tell you what would

"Very well; I am glad to hear it. To tell the truth, I never thought that you would run the risk. A gentleman of

your sort, when he is looking for a wife with money, likes to have the money quite certain."

"And now, Mr Houston, let me say one word more to you and then we may part, as I hope, good friends. I do

not mean my daughter Gertrude to marry any man such as you are by that I mean an idle gentleman

without means. Should she do so in my teeth she would have to bear the punishment of sharing that poor

gentleman's idleness and poverty. While I lived she would not be allowed absolutely to want, and when I died

there would be some trifle for her, sufficient to keep the wolf from the door. But I give you my solemn word

and honour that she shall never be the means of supplying wealth and luxury to such a husband as you would

be. I have better purposes for my hardearned money. Now, goodday." With that he rose from his chair and

put out his hand. Frank rose also from his chair, took the hand that was offered him, and stepped out of

Travers and Treason into Lombard Street, with no special desire to shake the dust off his feet as he did so. He

felt that Sir Thomas had been reasonable and he felt also that Gertrude Tringle would perhaps have been

dear at the money. Two or three days afterwards he despatched the following little note to poor Gertrude at

I have seen your father again, and found him to be absolutely obdurate. I am sure he is quite in earnest when

he tells me that he will not give his daughter to an impoverished idle fellow such as I am. Who shall say that

he is wrong? I did not dare to tell him so, anxious as I was that he should change his purpose. I feel myself

bound in honour, believing, as I do, that he is quite resolved in his purpose, to release you from your promise.

I should feel that I was only doing you an injury were I to ask you to be bound by an engagement which

As we may part as sincere friends I hope you will consent to keep the little token of my regard which I gave

"And now the Adriatic's free to wed another," said Houston to himself, as he put himself into a cab, and had

himself carried to his club. There he wrote that valedictory letter to Gertrude which is given at the end of the

last chapter. Had he reason to complain of his fate, or to rejoice? He had looked the question of an

establishment full in the face an establishment to be created by Sir Thomas Tringle's money, to be shared

with Sir Thomas Tringle's daughter, and had made up his mind to accept it, although the prospects were not,

as he told himself, "altogether rosy". When he first made up his mind to marry Gertrude on condition that

Gertrude should bring with her, at any rate, not less than three thousand a year he was quite aware that he

would have to give up all his old ways of life, and all his little pleasures. He would become soninlaw to Sir

Thomas Tringle, with a comfortable house to live in; with plenty to eat and drink, and, probably, a horse or

two to ride. If he could manage things at their best, perhaps he might be able to settle himself at Pau, or some

other place of the kind, so as to be as far away as possible from Tringle influences. But his little dinners at

one club, his little rubbers of whist at the other club, his evenings at the opera, the pleasant smiles of the

ladies, whom he loved in a general way these would be done with for ever! Earn his own bread! Why, he

was going to earn his bread, and that in most disagreeable manner. He would set up an establishment, not

because such an establishment would have any charms for him, but because he was compelled by lack of

money to make some change in his present manner of life. And yet the time had been when he had looked

forward to a marriage as the happiest thing that could befall him. As far as his nature could love, he had loved

Imogene Docimer. There had come a glimpse upon him of something better than the little dinners and the

little rubbers. There had been a prospect of an income not ample, as would have been that forthcoming

from Sir Thomas but sufficient for a sweet and modest home, in which he thought that it would have

sufficed for his happiness to paint a few pictures, and read a few books, and to love his wife and children.

Even as to that there had been a doubt. There was a regret as to the charms of London life. But, nevertheless,

he had made up his mind and she, without any doubt, had made up hers. Then that wicked uncle had died,

and was found to have expended on his own pursuits the money which was to have been left to his nephew.

Upon that there was an explanation between Frank and Imogene; and it was agreed that their engagement

should be over, while a doubtful and dangerous friendship was to be encouraged between them.

Such was the condition of things when Frank first met Gertrude Tringle at Rome, now considerably more

than twelve months since. When Gertrude had first received his proposition favourably he had written to

Imogene a letter in that drolling spirit common to him, in which he declared his purpose or rather, not his

purpose, but his untoward fate, should the gods be unkind to him. She had answered him after the same

fashion, saying, that in regard to his future welfare she hoped that the gods would prove unkind. But had he

known how to read all that her letter expressed between the lines, he would have perceived that her heart was

more strongly moved than his own. Since that time he had learned the lesson. There had been a letter or two;

and then there had been that walk in the wood on the Italian side of the Tyrolese Alps. The reader may

remember how he was hurried away in the diligence for Innsbruck, because it was considered that his further

sojourn in the same house with Imogene was dangerous. He had gone, and even as he went had attempted to

make a joke of the whole affair. But it had not been quite a joke to him even then. There was Imogene's love

and Imogene's anger and together with these an aversion towards the poor girl whom he intended to marry

which became the stronger the more strongly he was convinced both of Imogene's love and of her anger.

Nevertheless, he persevered not with the best success, as has already been told. Now, as he left the house

in Lombard Street, and wrote what was intended to be his last epistle to Gertrude, he was driven again to

think of Miss Docimer. Indeed he had in his pocket, as he sat at his club, a little note which he had lately

received from that lady, which, in truth, had disturbed him much when he made his last futile efforts at Merle

One little friendly word in spite of our storm on the Tyrolese hillside! If Miss Tringle is to be the arbiter of

"your fate why, then, let there be an end of everything between us. I should not care to be called upon to

receive such a Mrs Frank Houston as a dear friend. But if Tringle pere should at the last moment prove

With this letter in his pocket he had gone down to Merle Park, determined to put an end to the Tringle affair

in one way or the other. His duty, as he had planned it to himself, would not be altered by Imogene's letter;

but if that duty should become impracticable why, then, it would be open to him to consider whatever

The Docimers were now in London, where it was their custom to live during six months of the year,; but

Houston had not been at their house since he had parted from them in the Tyrol. He had spent but little of his

time in London since the autumn, and, when there, had not been anxious to see people who had, at any rate,

treated him somewhat roughly. But now it would be necessary that he should answer Imogene's letter. What

should be the nature of such answer he certainly had not as yet decided; nor could he have decided before

those very convincing assurances of Sir Thomas Pringle. That matter was at any rate over, and now the

"Adriatic might wed another," if the Adriatic thought well to do so. The matter, however, was one which

required a good deal of consideration. He gave to it ten minutes of intense thought, during which he

consumed a cup of coffee and a cigarette; and then, throwing away the burnt end of the paper, he hurried into

You will not have to press to your bosom as my wife the second daughter of Sir Thomas Tringle, Bart. The

high honour of that alliance has at last been refused by him in very plain language. Had she become Mrs

Frank Houston, I do not doubt but you would have done your duty to your own cousin. That lot, however, has

not been written for me in the Book of Fates. The father is persistent in looking upon me as an idle profligate

adventurer; and though he has been kind enough to hint more than once that it might be possible for me to

achieve the young lady, he has succeeded in convincing me that I never should achieve anything beyond the

barren possession of her beauty. A wife and family on my present very moderate income would be

burdensome; and, therefore, with infinite regrets, I have bade adieu to Miss Tringle.

I have not hitherto been to see either you or your brother or Mrs Docimer because I have been altogether

unaware whether you or your brother or Mrs Docimer would be glad to see me. As you say yourself, there

was a storm on the Tyrolese hillside in which there was more than one wind blowing at the same time. I

do not find fault with anybody perhaps a storm was needed to clear the air. But I hate storms. I do not

pretend to be a very grand fellow, but I do endeavour not to be disagreeable. Your brother, if you remember,

was a little hard. But, in truth, I say this only to account for my apparent incivility.

And, perhaps, with another object to gain a little time before I plunge into the stern necessity of answering

all that you say in your very comprehensive letter of five lines. The first four lines I have answered. There

will be no such Mrs Frank Houston as that suggested. And then, as to the last line. Of course, you will see me

again, and that very speedily. So it would seem that the whole letter is answered.

But yet it is not answered. There is so much in it that whole sheets would not answer it. A quire of notepaper

stuffed full would hardly contain all that I might find to say in answer to it on one side and the other. Nay,

I might fill as many reams of folio as are required for a threevolume novel. And then I might call it by one

of two names, The Doubts of Frank Houston, or The Constancy of Imogene Docimer as I should at last

bring my story to one ending or the other. But the novel would contain that fault which is so prevalent in the

novels of the present day. The hero would be a very nambypamby sort of a fellow, whereas the heroine

"The hero would be always repeating to himself a certain line out of a Latin poet, which, of all lines, is the

most heartbreaking: The better course I see and know The worser one is where I go.

But then in novels the most indifferent hero comes out right at last. Some god comes out of a theatrical cloud

and leaves the poor devil ten thousand a year and a title. He isn't much of a hero when he does go right under

such inducements, but he suffices for the plot, and everything is rosecoloured. I would be virtuous at a much

cheaper rate if only a young man with his family might have enough to eat and drink. What is your idea of

the lowest income at which a prudent say not idioticallyquixotic hero might safely venture to become

Now I have written to you a long letter, and think that I have indicated to you the true state of my feelings.

Whatever may turn up I do not think I shall go fortunehunting again. If half a million in female hands were

to throw itself at my head, there is no saying whether I might not yield. But I do not think that I shall again

make inquiry as to the amount of booty supposed to be within the walls of a city, and then sit down to besiege

the city with regular lines of approach. It is a disgusting piece of work. I do not say but what I can lie, and did

lie foully on the last siege operation; but I do not like it. And then to be told that one is unmanly by the father,

and a coward by the young lady, as occurred to me in this affair, is disheartening. They were both right,

though I repudiated their assertions. This might be borne as a prelude to success; but, as part of a failure, it is

disgusting. At the present moment I am considering what economy might effect as to a future bachelor life,

and am meditating to begin with a couple of mutton chops and half a pint of sherry for my dinner today. I

I will come to you about three on Sunday. If you can manage that your brother should go out and make his

calls, and your sister attend divine service in the afternoon, it would be a comfort. Yours always,

It was a long rambling letter, without a word in it of solid clearlyexpressed meaning; but Imogene, as she

read it, understood very well its real purport. She understood more than its purport, for she could see by it

more clearly than the writer did himself how far her influence over the man had been restored, and how

far she might be able to restore it. But was it well that she should regain her influence? Her influence

regained would simply mean a renewed engagement. No doubt the storm on the hillside had come from the

violence of true love on her part! No doubt her heart had been outraged by the idea that he should give

himself up to another woman after all that had passed between them. She had been devoted to him altogether;

but yet she had been taught by him to regard her love as a passion which of its nature contained something of

the ridiculous. He had never ceased gently to laugh at himself, even in her presence, because he had subjected

himself to her attraction. She had caught up the same spirit or at any rate the expression of spirit and,

deceived by that, he had thought that to relieve herself from the burden of her love would be as easy to her as

to him. In making this mistake he had been ignorant of the intrinsic difference in the nature of a man's and of

a woman's heart, and had been unaware that that, which to a man at his best can only be a part of his interest

in his life's concerns, will to a woman be everything. She had attempted to follow his lead when it did not

seem that by doing so she would lose anything. But when the moment of trial came she had not in truth

followed his lead at all. She made the attempt, and in making the attempt gave him her permission to go from

her; but when she realised the fact that he was gone or going then she broke down utterly. Then there

came these contentions between her and her brother, and that storm on the hillside. After that she passed

some months of wretchedness. There was no possibility for her to droll away her love. She had taught herself

to love the man whether he were good or whether he were bad whether he were stronghearted or whether

he were fickle and the thing was there present to her, either as a permanent blessing, or, much more

probably, a permanent curse. As the months went on she learned, though she never saw Frank himself, that

his purpose of marrying Gertrude Tringle was not likely to be carried out. Then at last she wrote that

comprehensive letter of five lines as Houston had called it. It had been intended to be comprehensive, and

did, in fact, contain much more than it seemed to say. "If you can bring yourself to return to me, and to

endure whatever inconveniences may be incidental to your doing so, I hereby declare that I will do the same;

and I declare also that I can find for myself no other content in the world except what may come to me from

such an agreement between us." It was this that she said in that last line, in which she had begged him to

come to her if at the last moment "Tringle pere" should prove to be hardhearted. All troubles of poverty, all

the lingering annoyance of waiting, all her possible doubts as to his future want of persistency, would be

Yes; it would be very well that both her brother and her sisterinlaw should be absent when he came to her.

To neither of them had she said a word of her last correspondence to neither of them a word of her

renewed hopes. For the objections which might be raised by either of them would she care little if she could

succeed with Frank. But while that success was still doubtful it would be well to get at any rate the assistance

of her sisterinlaw. On the Sunday afternoon Mr Docimer would certainly be away from the house. It was

his custom to go off among his friends almost immediately after lunch, and his absence might be counted on

as assured. But with his wife it was different. The project of sending her to church was quite out of the

question. Mrs Docimer generally went to church of a Sunday morning, and then always considered herself to

have performed the duties of the day. Nor did Imogene like the idea of this appointment with her lover

without a word spoken about it to her sisterinlaw. "Mary," she said, "Frank Houston is coming here on

"Frank!" exclaimed Mrs Docimer. "I thought we were to consider ourselves as altogether separated from that

"Well; he left us not with the kindest possible feelings in the Tyrol; and he has allowed ever so many months

to pass by without coming to see us. I asked Mudbury whether we should have him to dinner one day last

"Yes, he has written to me in answer to a line from me. I told him that I wished to see him."

"Not a lie, certainly. I will not ask for the truth if the truth be unpalatable to you."

"It is unpalatable but yet I might as well tell it you. I wrote to ask him to come and see me, because I love

"No; I told him nothing. I merely said, that, if this match was over between him and that girl of Sir Thomas

Tringle, then he might come and see me again. That was all that I said. His letter was very much longer, but

yet it did not say much. However, he is to come, and I am prepared to renew our engagement should he

"I do not care very much what he says. I do not know that I am bound to care. If I have resolved to entangle

myself with a long engagement, and Mr Houston is willing to do the same, I do not think that my brother

should interfere. I am my own mistress, and am dealing altogether with my own happiness.

"Not a doubt; and with such effect that with my permission Frank was enabled to ask this young woman with

a lot of money to marry him. Had it been arranged, I should have had no right to find fault with him, however

sore of heart I might have been. All that has fallen through, and I consider myself quite entitled to renew my

"Very likely. It often happens that ladies mean that to be expressed which it does not become them to say out

loud. So it may be with me on this occasion. Nevertheless, the word, if it have to be spoken, will have to be

spoken by him. What I want you to do now is to let me have the drawingroom alone at three o'clock on

With some difficulty Mrs Docimer was induced to accede to the request, and to promise that, at any rate for

In the meantime, poor Ayala, whose days were running on in a very melancholy manner under her aunt's

wings in Kingsbury Crescent, was creating further havoc and disturbing the bosom of another lover. At

Stalham she had met a certain Captain Batsby, and had there attracted his attention. Captain Batsby had

begged her to ride with him on one of those hunting days, and had offered to give her a lead having been

at the moment particularly jealous of Colonel Stubbs. On that day both Ayala and Nina had achieved great

honour but this, to the great satisfaction of Captain Batsby, had not been achieved under the leadership of

Colonel Stubbs. Larry Twentyman, long famous among the ridingmen of the Ufford and Rufford United

Hunt, had been the hero of the hour. Thus Captain Batsby's feelings had been spared, and after that he had

imagined that any kindly feelings which Ayala might have had for the Colonel had sunk into abeyance. Then

he had sought some opportunity to push himself into Ayala's favour, but hitherto his success in that direction

had not been great. Captain Batsby was regarded by the inhabitants of Stalham as a nuisance but as a

nuisance which could not be avoided. He was halfbrother to Sir Harry, whose mother had married, as her

second husband, a certain opulent Mr Batsby out of Lancashire. They were both dead now, and nothing of

them remained but this Captain. He was goodnatured, simple, and rich, and in the arrangement of the

AlburycumBatsby affairs, which took place after the death of Mrs Batsby, made himself pleasant to

everybody concerned. Sir Harry, who certainly had no particular affection for his halfbrother, always bore

with him on this account; and Lady Albury was equally gracious, mindful of the wisdom of keeping on good

terms with a rich relation. It was as yet quite on the cards that the Batsby money might come to some of the

But the Captain was anxious to provide himself with a wife who might be the mother of scions of his own. In

fact he had fallen fearfully in love with Ayala, and was quite resolved to ask her to be his wife when he found

that she was just on the point of flying from Stalham. He had intended to be quicker in his operations, but had

lacked opportunity. On that last hunting day the Colonel had always been still in his way, and circumstances

had never seemed to favour him when he endeavoured to have a few words in private with the young lady.

Then she was gone, and he could only learn respecting her that she lived with her aunt, Mrs Dosett, in

"I'm blessed if Benjamin isn't smitten with that girl!" Benjamin was Captain Batsby, and that girl was of

course Ayala Dormer. The man who blessed himself was Sir Harry Albury, and the observation was

addressed to his wife. This took place within an hour of Ayala's departure from Stalham.

"Benjamin in love with Ayala Dormer! I don't believe a word of it," said Lady Albury. It was not surprising

that she should not believe it. There was her special favourite, Colonel Stubbs, infatuated by the same girl;

and, as she was aware, Tom Tringle, the heir of Travers and Treason, was in the same melancholy condition.

And, after all, according to her thinking, there was nothing in the girl to justify all this fury. In her eyes Ayala

was pretty, but no more. She would have declared that Ayala had neither bearing, nor beauty, nor figure. A

bright eye, a changing colour, and something of vivacity about her mouth, was all of which Ayala had to

boast. Yet here were certainly the heir of the man of millions, and that Crichton of a Colonel, both knocked

off their legs. And now she was told that Captain Batsby, who always professed himself hard to please in the

matter of young ladies, was in the same condition. "Do you mean to say he told you?" she asked. "No," said

Sir Harry; "he is not at all the man to do that. In such a matter he is sure to have a great secret, and be sure

also to let his secret escape in every word that he speaks. You will find that what I say is truth."

Before the day was out Lady Albury did find her husband to be correct. Captain Batsby, though he was very

jealous of his secret, acknowledged to himself the necessity of having one confidant. He could hardly, he

thought, follow Ayala without some assistance. He knew nothing of Mrs Dosett, nothing of Kingsbury

Crescent, and very little as to Ayala herself. He regarded Lady Albury as his chosen friend, and generally

communicated to her whatever troubles he might have. These had consisted chiefly of the persecutions to

which he had been subjected by the mothers of portionless young ladies. How not to get married off against

his will had been the difficulty of his life. His halfsisterinlaw had hitherto preserved him, and therefore to

her he now went for assistance in this opposite affair. "Rosalind," he said in his gravest voice, "what do you

Lady Albury knew what was coming, but of course she hid her knowledge. "I hope Mrs Motherly has not

written to you again," she said. Mrs Motherly was a lady who had been anxious that her daughter should

grace Captain Batsby's table, and had written to him letters, asking him his intentions.

"Oh, dear; nothing of that kind. I do not care a straw for Mrs Motherly or the girl either. I never said a word

to her that anyone could make a handle of. But I want to say a word to somebody now."

"Ah," he groaned. "Rosalind, you must understand that I never was so much in earnest in my life!"

Then he sighed very deeply. "I shall expect you to help me through this matter, Rosalind."

"Yes; you do. But you must stick to me now like wax. What do you think of that young lady, Miss Dormer?"

"I think she is a pretty girl; and the gentlemen tell me that she rides bravely."

"My dear Ben, one lady never considers another to be divine. Among ourselves we are terribly human, if not

"You have guessed it," said he. "You always do guess everything." "I generally do guess as much as that,

when young gentlemen find young ladies divine. Do you know anything about Miss Dormer?" "Nothing but

her beauty nothing but her wit nothing but her grace! I know all that, and I don't seem to want to know

"Then you must be in love! In the first place she hasn't got a sixpence in the world."

"And in the next place I am not at all sure that you would like her people. Father and mother she has none."

"But she has uncles and aunts, who are, I am afraid, objectionable. She lives with a Mr Dosett, who is a clerk

in Somerset House a respectable man, no doubt, but one whom you would not perhaps want at your house

"I don't care about uncles and aunts," said Captain Batsby. "Uncles and aunts can always be dropped much

easier than fathers and mothers. At any rate I am determined to go on, and I want you to put me in the way.

"Go to No. 10, Kingsbury Crescent, Bayswater. Ask for Mrs Dosett and tell her what you've come about.

When she knows that you are well off she will not turn a deaf ear to you. What the girl may do it is beyond

Lady Albury did, in truth, think Ayala was very peculiar, seeing that she had refused two such men as Tom

Tringle in spite of his wealth, and Colonel Stubbs in spite of his position. This she had done though she had

no prospects of her own before her, and no comfortable home at the present! Might it not be more than

probable that she would also refuse Captain Batsby, who was less rich than the one and certainly less known

to the world than the other? But as to this it was not necessary that she should say anything. To assist Colonel

Stubbs she was bound by true affection for the man. In regard to her husband's halfbrother she was only

bound to seem to assist him. "I can write a line to Mrs Dosett, if you wish it," she said, "or to Miss Dormer."

"I wish you would. It would be best to the aunt, and just tell her that I am fairly well off. She'll tell Ayala I

could make quite a proper settlement on her. That kind of thing does go a long way with young ladies."

"It ought to do at any rate," said Lady Albury. "It certainly does with the old ladies." Then the matter was

settled. She was to write to Mrs Dosett and inform that lady that Captain Batsby intended to call at Kingsbury

Crescent in the form of a suitor for Miss Ayala Dormer's hand. She would go on to explain that Captain

"And if she should accept me you'll have her down here, Rosalind?" Here was a difficulty, as it was already

understood that Ayala was to be again brought down to Stalham on the Colonel's account; but Lady Albury

could make the promise, as, should the Captain be accepted, no harm would in that case be done to the

Colonel. She was, however, tolerably sure that the Captain would not be accepted. "And, if she shouldn't take

me all at once, still you might have her," suggested the lover. As to this, which was so probable, there would

be a great difficulty. Ayala was to be seduced into coming again to Stalham if possible but specially on

the Colonel's behoof. In such a case it must be done behind the Captain's back. Lady Albury saw the troubles

which were coming, but nevertheless she promised that she would see what could be done. All this having

Mrs Dosett, when she received Lady Albury's letter, was very much surprised. She too failed to understand

what there was in Ayala to produce such a multiplicity of suitors, one after another. When Lucy came to her

and had begun to be objectionable, she had thought that she might some day be relieved from her troubles by

the girl's marriage. Lucy, to her eyes, was beautiful, and mistress of a manner likely to be winning in a man's

eyes, though ungracious to herself. But in regard to Ayala she had expressed nothing of the kind. Ayala was

little, and flighty, and like an elf as she had remarked to her husband. But now, within twelve months,

three lovers had appeared, and each of them suitable for matrimonial purposes. She could only tell her

"Captain Batsby! I don't believe it!" said Ayala, almost crying. If Colonel Stubbs could not be made to

"I don't want to read Lady Albury's letter. I won't see him. I don't care what my uncle says. I don't care what

anybody says. Yes, I do know him. I remember him very well. I spoke to him once or twice, and I did not like

"I didn't say the same of Colonel Stubbs. He is a great deal worse than Colonel Stubbs."

"He is the same as Tom just as bad. It is no good going on about him, Aunt Margaret. I won't see him. If I

were locked up in a room with him I wouldn't speak a word to him. He has no right to come."

"A gentleman, my dear, has always a right to ask a lady to be his wife if he has got means."

"You always say so, Aunt Margaret, but I don't believe it. There should be there should have been I

don't know what; but I am quite sure the man has no right to come to me, and I won't see him." To this

resolution Ayala clung, and, as she was very firm about it, Mrs Dosett, after consultation with her husband, at

last gave way, and consented to see Captain Batsby herself. In due time Captain Batsby came. At any knock

heard at the door during this period Ayala flew out of the drawingroom into her own chamber; and at the

Captain's knock she flew with double haste, feeling sure that his was the special knock. The man was shown

up, and in a set speech declared his purpose to Mrs Dosett, and expressed a hope that Lady Albury might

"On receiving Lady Albury's letter I was of course obliged to tell my niece the honour you proposed to do

"So I suppose, as Lady Albury would not have written, nor would you have come on such a mission. But so is

"She would rather not," said Mrs Dosett. "She thinks that it would only be painful to both of you. As she has

quite made up her mind that she cannot accept the honour you propose to do her, what good would it serve?"

"Is Miss Dormer at home?" asked the Captain, suddenly. Mrs Dosett hesitated for a while, anxious to tell a lie

on the matter, but fearing to do so. "I suppose she is at home," continued the urgent lover.

"Then I think I ought to see her," continued the Captain. "She can't know at present what is my income."

"But that means nothing. Your niece cannot be aware that I have a very pretty little place of my own down in

"I don't think it would make a difference," said Mrs Dosett. "Or that I shall be willing to settle upon her a

third of my income. It is not many gentlemen who will do as much as that for a young lady, when the young

"Yes, I am. I always was generous. And I have no impediments to get rid of; not a trouble of that kind in all

the world. And I don't owe a shilling. Very few young men, who have lived as much in the world as I have,

"That's just it. No position could be more desirable. I should give up the service immediately as soon as I was

married." At that Mrs Dosett bowed, not knowing what words to find for further conversation. "After that,"

continued the Captain, "do you mean to say that I am not to be allowed to see the young lady?"

"Something ought to be done," said he, beginning almost to whine. "I have come here on purpose to see her,

and I am quite prepared to do what is handsome. My halfsister, Lady Albury, had her down at Stalham, and

is quite anxious to have her there again. I suppose you have no objection to make to me, Mrs Dosett?"

"I do not say that he has, Captain Batsby; but this is a matter in which a young lady's word must be

paramount. We cannot force her to marry you, or even to speak to you." The Captain still went on with

entreaties, till Mrs Dosett found herself so far compelled to accede to him as to go up to Ayala's room and

beg her to come down and answer this third suitor with her own voice. But Ayala was immovable. When her

aunt came near her she took hold of the bed as though fearing an attempt would be made to drag her out of

the room. She again declared that if she were forced into the room below nothing could oblige her to speak

"As for thanking him," she said, "you can do that yourself, Aunt Margaret, if you like. I am not a bit obliged

to him; but, if you choose to say so, you may; only pray do tell him to go away and tell him never, never

to come back any more." Then Mrs Dosett returned to the drawingroom, and declared that her embassy had

"In all my life," said Captain Batsby, as he took his leave, "I never heard of such conduct before."

Nevertheless, as he went away he made up his mind that Lady Albury should get Ayala again down to

"As I did not succeed in seeing her," he said, in a letter to his halfsister, "of course I do not know what she

might have said to me herself. I might probably have induced her to give me another hearing. I put it all down

to that abominable aunt, who probably has some scheme of her own, and would not let Miss Dormer come

down to me. If you will have her again at Stalham, everything may be made to go right."

At home, in Kingsbury Crescent, when Ayala had gone to bed, both Mr and Mrs Dosett expressed themselves

as much troubled by the peculiarity of Ayala's nature. Mrs Dosett declared her conviction that that promised

legacy from Uncle Tom would never be forthcoming, because he had been so much offended by the rejection

of his own son. And even should the legacy remain written in Sir Thomas's will, where would Ayala find a

home if Mr Dosett were to die before the baronet? This rejection of suitors of fit, welltodo,

unobjectionable suitors was held by Mrs Dosett to be very wicked, and a direct flying in the face of

Providence. "Does she think", said Mrs Dosett, urging the matter with all her eloquence to her husband, "that

young men with incomes are to be coming after her always like this?" Mr Dosett shook his head and

scratched it at the same time, which was always a sign with him that he was not at all convinced by the

arguments used, but that he did not wish to incur further hostility by answering them. "Why shouldn't she see

an eligible man when he comes recommended like this?" "I suppose, my dear, she didn't think him nice

"Nice! pshaw! I call it a direct flying in the face of Providence. If he were ever so nasty and twice as old she

ought to think twice about it in her position. There is poor Tom, they say, absolutely ill. The housekeeper was

over here from Queen's Gate the other day, and she declares that that affair about the policeman all came

from his being in love. And now he has left the business and has gone to Merle Park, because he is so

"I don't see why love should make a man punch a policeman's breath out of him," said Mr Dosett.

"Of course Tom was foolish; but he would do very well if she would have him. Of course your sister, and Sir

Thomas, and all of them, will be very furious. What right will she have to expect money after that?"

"I suppose Colonel Stubbs is an ass too. What I want to know is what it is she looks for. Like any other girl,

she expects to get married some day, I suppose; but she has been reading poetry, and novels, and trash, till

she has got her head so full of nonsense that she doesn't know what it is she does want. I should like to shake

her till I shook all the romance out of her. If there is anything I do hate it is romance, while bread and meat,

and coals, and washing, are so dear." With this Mrs Dosett took herself and her troubles up to her bedroom.

Mr Dosett sat for a while gazing with speculative eyes at the embers of the fire. He was conscious in his heart

that some part of that attack upon romance in general was intended for himself. Though he did not look to be

romantic, especially when seated at his desk in Somerset House, with his big indexbook before him, still

there was left about him some touch of poetry, and an appreciation of the finer feelings of our nature. Though

he could have wished that Ayala should have been able to take one of these three welltodo suitors, who

were so anxious to obtain her hand, still he could not bring himself not to respect her, still he was unable not

to love her, because she was steadfastly averse to accept as a husband a man for whom she had no affection.

As he looked at the embers he asked himself how it ought to be. Here was a girl whose only gift in life was

her own personal charm. That that charm must be powerful was evident from the fact that she could attract

such men as these. Of the good things of the world, of a pleasant home, of ample means, and of all that

absence of care which comes from money, poor Mr Dosett had by no means a poor appreciation. That men

are justified in seeking these good things by their energy, industry, and talents, he was quite confident. How

was it with a girl who had nothing else but her beauty or, perhaps, her wit in lieu of energy and

industry? Was she justified in carrying her wares also into the market, and making the most of them? The

embers had burned so low, and he had become so cold before he had settled the question in his own mind,

A few days after this, just as the bread and cheese had been put on the table for the modest midday meal at

Kingsbury Crescent, there came a most unwonted honour on Mrs Dosett. It was a call from no less a person

than Lady Tringle herself, who had come all the way up from Merle Park on purpose. It was a Saturday. She

had travelled by herself and intended to go back on the same day with her husband. This was an amount of

trouble which she very seldom gave herself, not often making a journey to London during the periods of her

rural sojourn; and, when she began by assuring her sisterinlaw that she made the journey with no object

but that of coming to Kingsbury Crescent, Mrs Dosett was aware that something very important was to be

communicated. Mrs Dosett and Ayala were together in the diningroom when Lady Tringle appeared, and

the embracings were very affectionate. They were particularly affectionate towards Ayala, who was kissed as

though nothing had ever happened to interfere with the perfect love existing between the aunt and the niece.

They were more than friendly, almost sisterly towards Mrs Dosett, whom in truth Lady Tringle met hardly

more than once in a year. It was very manifest that Aunt Emmeline wanted to have something done. "Now,

my darling," she said, turning to Ayala, "if you would not mind going away for ten minutes, I could say a few

words on very particular business to your aunt." Then she gave her niece a tender little squeeze and assumed

It will be as well to go back a little and tell the cause which had produced this unexpected visit. There had

been very much of real trouble at Merle Park. Everything was troublesome. Gertrude had received her final

letter from her lover, had declared herself to be brokenhearted, and was evincing her sorrow by lying in bed

half the day, abstaining from her meals, and relieving herself from famine by sly visits to the larder. It was

supposed that her object was to bend the stony heart of her father, but the process added an additional trouble

to her mother. Then the Trafficks were a sore vexation. It was now nearly the end of January and they were

still at Merle Park. There had been a scene in which Sir Thomas had been very harsh. "My dear," he had said

to his wife, "I find that something must be done to the chimney of the north room. The workmen must be in it

by the first of February. See and have all the furniture taken out before they come." Now the north room was

the chamber in which the Trafficks slept, and the Trafficks were present when the order was given. No one

believed the story of the chimney. This was the mode of expulsion which Sir Thomas had chosen on the spur

of the moment. Mr Traffick said not a word, but in the course of the morning Augusta expostulated with her

mother. This was also disagreeable. Then the condition of Tom was truly pitiable. All his trust in champagne,

all his bellicose humour, had deserted him. He moped about the place the most miserable of human beings,

spending hour after hour in imploring his mother's assistance. But Lucy with her quiet determination, and

mute persistency in waiting, was a source of almost greater annoyance to her aunt than even her own

children. That Lucy should in any degree have had her way with Mr Hamel, had gone against the grain with

her. Mr Hamel, to her thinking, was a person to be connected with whom would be a disgrace. She was

always speaking of his birth, of his father's life, and of those Roman iniquities. She had given way for a time

when she had understood that her husband intended to give the young people money enough to enable them

to marry. In that case Lucy would at once be taken away from the house. But now all that had come to an

end. Sir Thomas had given no money, and had even refused to give any money. Nevertheless he was

peacefully indulgent to Lucy, and was always scolding his wife because she was hostile to Lucy's lover.

In this emergency she induced him to accede to a proposition, by which one of her miseries would be brought

to an end and another might perhaps be remedied. A second exchange should be made. Lucy should be sent

back to Kingsbury Crescent, and Ayala should once more be brought into favour at Merle Park, Queen's

Gate, and Glenbogie. "Your brother will never put up with it," said Sir Thomas. Lady Tringle was not afraid

of her brother, and thought that by soft words she might even talk over her sisterinlaw. Ayala, she knew,

had been troublesome in Kingsbury Crescent. She was sure, she said, Ayala's whims would of their nature be

more troublesome to such a woman as Mrs Dosett than Lucy's obstinacy. Ayala had no doubt been pert and

disobedient at Glenbogie and at Rome, but there had been an unbending obduracy about Lucy which had

been more distasteful to Aunt Emmeline than even Ayala's pert disobedience. "It will be the only way", she

had said to Sir Thomas, "to put Tom on his legs again. If the girl comes back here she will be sure to have

him at last." There was much in this which to Sir Thomas was weak and absurd. That prolonged journey

round by San Francisco, Japan, and Pekin, was the remedy which recommended itself to him. But he was less

able to despatch Tom at once to Japan than the elder Faddle had been to send off the younger Faddle to the

stern realities of life in Aberdeen. He was quite willing that Tom should marry Ayala if it could be arranged,

So armed, Lady Tringle had come up to Kingsbury Crescent, and was now about to undertake a task, which

she acknowledged to herself to be difficult. She, in the first place, had had her choice and had selected a

niece. Then she had quarrelled with her own selection, and had changed nieces. This had been done to

accommodate her own fancy; and now she wanted to change the nieces back again! She felt aware that her

request was unreasonable, and came, therefore, determined to wrap it up in her blandest smiles.

When Ayala had left the room Mrs Dosett sat mute in attention. She was quite aware that something very

much out of the ordinary way was to be asked of her. In her ordinary way Lady Tringle never did smile when

she came to Kingsbury Crescent. She would be profuse in finery, and would seem to throw off sparks of

wealth at every word she spoke. Now even her dress had been toned down to her humbler manner, and there

was no touch of her husband's purse in her gait. "Margaret," she said, "I have a proposition of great

importance to make to you." Mrs Dosett opened her eyes wider and sat still mute. "That poor girl is not is

"Do not for a moment suppose that I am finding fault either with you or my brother."

"No doubt but I am not finding fault. I know how very generous you have both been. Of course Sir

Thomas is a rich man, and what he gives to one of the girls comes to nothing. Of course it is different with

you. It is hard upon my brother to have any such burden put upon him; and it is very good both in him and

"Well I was going to explain. I do think it a great pity that Tom and Ayala should not become man and

"It is dreadful. I never saw anything like it. He is just for all the world like those young men we read of who

do all manner of horrible things for love smothering themselves and their young women with charcoal, or

throwing them into the Regent's Canal. I am constantly afraid of something happening. It was all because of

Ayala that he got into that terrible row at the police court and then we were afraid he was going to take to

"He is quite different now. The poor fellow hardly takes anything. He will sit all the afternoon smoking

cigarettes and sipping tea. It is quite sad to see him. Then he comes and talks to me, and is always asking me

"I don't think that anybody can ever make Ayala do anything." "Not quite by talking to her. I dare say not. I

"I was going to suggest something. But I wanted first to say a word or two about poor Lucy." They were just

at present all "poor" to Lady Tringle Ayala, Lucy, Tom, and Gertrude. Even Augusta was poor because

"Oh, dear, yes. But," she added, thinking well to correct herself, so that Mrs Dosett might not imagine that

she would have to look forward to troubles with Lucy, "she could arrange her affairs, no doubt, if she were

"He does not earn very much just at present, I fear. Sir Thomas did offer to help him, but he was perhaps a

little hoitytoity, giving himself airs. That, however, did not come off, and there they are, waiting. I don't

mean to say a word against poor Lucy. I think it a pity, you know; but perhaps it was natural enough. He isn't

what I should have liked for a niece who was living with me just as though she was my daughter; but I

"Just that. If Ayala were with us she would be sure to get used to Tom at last. And then Lucy could manage

"Why should she manage her affairs better if she were with us?" Lady Tringle was aware that this was the

weak part of her case. On the poor Ayala and poor Tom side of the question there was a good deal which

might be said. Then, though she might not convince, she might be eloquent. But, touching Lucy, she could

say nothing which did not simply signify that she wanted to get rid of the girl. Now, Mrs Dosett had also

wanted to get rid of Lucy when the former exchange had been made. "What I mean is, that, if she were away,

Sir Thomas would be more likely to do something for her." This was an invention at the spur of the moment.

"Do you not feel that the girls should not be chucked about like balls from a battledore?" asked Mrs Dosett.

"For their own good, Margaret. I only propose it for their own good. You can't but think it would be a good

"Why shouldn't she like him? You know what that means. Poor Ayala is young, and a little romantic. She

would be a great deal happier if all that could be knocked out of her. She has to marry somebody, and the

sooner she settles down the better. Sir Thomas will do anything for them a horse and carriage, and

anything she could set her heart upon! There is nothing Sir Thomas would not do for Tom so as to get him

"She must too," again whispered Lady Tringle. "It they are told they are to go, what else can they do? Why

"Yes because of Augusta. Augusta is married now." Lady Tringle could not quite say that Augusta was

"I am not sure that I do. I am quite sure that your brother would not force her to go, whether she wished it or

not. No doubt we should be glad if the marriage could be arranged. But we cannot force a girl to marry, and

"Aversion to being married, I mean. It is so strong that I do not think she will go of her own accord to any

house where she is likely to meet her cousin. I dare say she may be a fool. I say nothing about that. Of course,

she shall be asked; and, if she wishes to go, then Lucy can be asked too. But of course it must all depend

Then Lady Tringle took her leave without again seeing Ayala herself, and as she went declared her intention

of calling at Somerset House. She would not think it right, she said, in a matter of such importance, to leave

London without consulting her brother. It might be possible, she thought, that she would be able to talk her

brother over; whereas his wife, if she had the first word, might turn him the other way.

"Is Aunt Emmeline gone?" asked Ayala, when she came down. "I am glad she has gone, because I never

"I am sure she does, because I hated Augusta. I do hate Augusta, and my aunt hates me. The only one of the

Then the proposition was made, Ayala sitting with her mouth wide open as the details, one after another,

were opened out to her. Her aunt did it with exquisite fairness, abstaining from opening out some of the

details which might be clear enough to Ayala without any explanation. Her Aunt Emmeline was very anxious

to have her back again the only reason for her former expulsion having been the enmity of Augusta. Her

Uncle Tom and her aunt, and, no doubt, Gertrude, would be very glad to receive her. Not a word was said

about Tom. Then something was urged as to the material comforts of the Tringle establishments, and of the

"I think it probable, my dear, that before long Lucy will become the wife of Mr Hamel."

"No, my dear; not so. You must not think that for a moment. The proposition has not originated with me at

all. I am endeavouring to do my duty by explaining to you the advantages which you would enjoy by going to

your Aunt Emmeline, and which you certainly cannot have if you remain here. And I must tell you, that, if

you return to Sir Thomas, he will probably provide for you. You know what I mean by providing for you?"

"No, I don't," said Ayala, who had in her mind some dim idea that her cousin Tom was supposed to be a

provision. She was quite aware that her Aunt Margaret, in her explanation as hitherto given, had not

"By providing, I mean that if you are living in his house he will leave you something in his will as would

be natural that he should do for a child belonging to him. Your Uncle Reginald' this she said in a low and

very serious tone "will, I fear, have nothing to leave to you." Then there was silence for some minutes,

after which Mrs Dosett asked the important question, "Well, Ayala, what do you think about it?"

"Then I will stay," said Ayala, jumping up on to her feet. "You do not want to turn me out, Aunt Margaret?"

Then she went down on her knees, and, leaning on her aunt's lap, looked up into her face. "If you will keep

"My dear, you are good. I have nothing to complain of. Of course we will keep you. Nobody has thought for

a moment of bidding you go. But you should understand that when your aunt made the proposition I was

bound to tell it you." Then there was great embracing and kissing, and Ayala felt that she was relieved from a

terrible danger. She had often declared that no one could make her marry her cousin Tom; but it had seemed

to her for a moment that if she were given up bodily to the Tringles no mode of escape would be open to her

short of suicide. There had been a moment almost of regret that she had never brought herself to regard

At Somerset House Lady Tringle made her suggestion to her brother with even more flowery assurance of

general happiness than she had used in endeavouring to persuade his wife. Ayala would, of course, be

married to Tom in the course of the next six months, and during the same period Lucy, no doubt, would be

married to that very enterprising but somewhat obstinate young man, Mr Hamel. Thus there would be an end

to all the Dormer troubles; "and you, Reginald," she said, "will be relieved from a burden which never ought

"We will think of it," he said very gravely, over and over again. Beyond that "we will think of it" he could not

Three days were allowed to Frank Houston to consider within his own mind what he would say for himself

and what he would propose finally to do when he should see Miss Docimer on the appointed Sunday. He was

called upon to decide whether, after so many resolutions made to the contrary, he would now at last bring

himself to encounter poverty and a family genteel poverty with about seven hundred and fifty pounds a

year between himself and his wife. He had hitherto been very staunch on the subject, and had unfortunately

thought that Imogene Docimer had been as firmly fixed in her determination. His theory had in itself been

good. If two people marry they are likely, according to the laws of nature, to have very soon more than two.

In the process of a dozen years they may not improbably become ever so many more than two. Funds which

were barely enough, if enough, for two, would certainly fail to be enough for half a dozen. His means were

certainly not enough for himself, as he had hitherto found them. Imogene's means were less even than his

own. Therefore, it was clear that he and Imogene ought not to marry and encounter the danger of all those

embryo mouths. There was a logic about it which had seemed to him to be unanswerable. It was a logic

which applied to his case above all others. The man who had a hope of earning money need not be absolutely

bound by it. To him the money might come as quickly as the mouths. With the cradles would arrive the

means of buying the cradles. And to the man who had much more than enough for himself to such a man

as he had expected to be while he was looking forward to the coffin of that iniquitous uncle the logic did

not apply at all. In defending himself, both to himself and to Imogene, he was very strong upon that point. A

man who had plenty and would not divide his plenty with another might with truth be called selfish. Rich old

bachelors might with propriety be called curmudgeons. But was it right that a man should be abused even

by a young lady to whom, under more propitious circumstances, he had offered his heart when he

declared himself unwilling to multiply suffering by assisting to bring into the world human beings whom he

would be unable to support? He had felt himself to be very strong in his logic, and had unfortunately made

Then he had determined to rectify the inconvenience of his position. It had become manifest to him whilst he

was waiting for his uncle's money that not only were his own means insufficient for married life but even for

single comfort. It would always come to pass that when he had resolved on two mutton chops and half a pint

of sherry the humble little meal would spread itself into W. and champagne. He regarded it as an

unkindness in Providence that he should not have been gifted with economy. Therefore, he had to look about

him for a remedy; and, as Imogene was out of the question, he found a remedy in Gertrude Tringle. He had

then believed that everything was settled for him not, indeed, in a manner very pleasant, but after a

fashion that would make life possible to him. Sir Thomas had given one of his daughters, with a large sum of

money, to such a man as Septimus Traffick a man more impecunious than himself, one whom Frank did

not hesitate to pronounce to be much less of a gentleman. That seat in the House of Commons was to him

nothing. There were many men in the House of Commons to whom he would hardly condescend to speak. To

be the younger son of a latterday peer was to him nothing. He considered himself in all respects to be a

more eligible husband than Septimus Traffick. Therefore he had entertained but little doubt when he found

himself accepted by Gertrude herself and her mother. Then by degrees he had learned to know something of

the young lady to whom he intended to devote himself; and it had come to pass that the better he had known

the less he had liked her. Nevertheless he had persevered, groaning in spirit as he thought of the burden with

which he was about to inflict himself. Then had come the release. Sir Thomas had explained to him that no

money would be forthcoming; and the young lady had made to him a foolish proposition, which, as he

And then he had three days in which to make up his mind. It may be a question whether three days are ever

much better than three minutes for such a purpose. A man's mind will very generally refuse to make itself up

until it be driven and compelled by emergency. The three days are passed not in forming but in postponing

judgment. In nothing is procrastination so tempting as in thought. So it came to pass, that through the

Thursday, the Friday, and the Saturday, Frank Houston came to no conclusion, though he believed that every

hour of the time was devoted to forming one. Then, as he ate his dinner on Saturday night at his club, a letter

was brought to him, the handwriting of which was familiar to him. This letter assisted him little in thinking.

The letter was from Gertrude Tringle, and need not be given in its entirety. There was a good deal of

reproach, in that he had been so fickle as to propose to abandon her at the first touch of adversity. Then she

had gone on to say, that, knowing her father a great deal better than he could do, she was quite satisfied that

the money would be all right. But the last paragraph of the letter shall be given. "Papa has almost yielded

already. I have been very ill' here the extent of her malady was shown by the strength of the underscoring

with which the words were made significant "very ill indeed," she went on to say, "as you will understand

if you have ever really loved me. I have kept my bed almost ever since I got your cruel letter." Bed and cruel

were again strenuously underscored. "It has made papa very unhappy, and, though he has said nothing to

myself, he has told mamma that if I am really in earnest he will do something for us." The letter was long, but

this is all the reader need see of it. But it must be explained that the young lady had greatly exaggerated her

mother's words, and that her mother had exaggerated those which Sir Thomas had spoken. "She is a stupid

idiot," Sir Thomas had said to his wife. "If she is obedient, and does her duty, of course I shall do something

for her some day." This had been stretched to that promise of concession which Gertrude communicated to

This was the assistance which Frank Houston received in making up his mind on Saturday night. If what the

girl said was true, there was still open to him the manner of life which he had prepared for himself; and he did

believe the announcement to be true. Though Sir Thomas had been so persistent in his refusals, his

experience in life had taught him to believe that a parent's sternness is never a match for a daughter's

obstinacy. Had there been a touch of tenderness in his heart to the young lady herself he would not have

abandoned her so easily. But he had found his consolation when giving up his hope of Sir Thomas's money.

Now, should he again take to the girl, and find his consolation in accepting the money? Should he resolve

upon doing so, this would materially affect any communication which he might make to Imogene on the

While thus in doubt he went into the smokingroom and there he found any thinking to be out of the

question. A great question was being debated as to club law. One man had made an assertion. He had

declared that another man had been seen playing cards in a third man's company. A fourth man had,

thereupon, put his hat on his head, and had declared contumaciously that the "assertion was not true". Having

so declared he had contumaciously stalked out of the room, and had banged the door after him very

contumaciously indeed. The question was whether the contumacious gentleman had misbehaved himself in

accordance with the rules of the club, and, if so, what should be done to him. Not true is as bad as "false",

"False". applied to a gentleman in a club, must be matter either of an apology or expulsion. The objectionable

word had, no doubt, been said in defence of an absent man, and need not, perhaps, have been taken up had

the speaker not at once put on his hat and stalked out of the room, and banged the door. It was asserted that a

lie may be given by the way in which a door is banged. And yet no club punishes the putting on of hats, or

stalking off, or the banging of doors. It was a difficult question, and occupied Frank Houston till two o'clock

On the Sunday morning he was not up early, nor did he go to church. The contumacious gentleman was a

friend of his, whom he knew that no arguments would induce to apologise. He believed also that gentleman

No. 3 might have been seen playing cards with gentleman No. 2 so that there was no valid excuse for the

banging of the door. He was much exercised by the points to be decided, so that when he got into a cab to be

taken to Mrs Docimer's house he had hardly come to any other conclusion than that one which had arisen to

him from a comparison between the two young ladies. Imogene was nearly perfect, and Gertrude was as

nearly the reverse as a young lady could be with the proper number of eyes in her head and a nose between

them. The style of her letter was abominable to him. "Very ill indeed as you will understand, if you ever

really loved me!" There was a mawkish claptrap about it which thoroughly disgusted him. Everything from

Imogene was straightforward and downright whether it were love or whether it were anger. But then to be

settled with an income of �3,000 a year would relieve him from such a load of care!

"And so Tringle pere does not see the advantage of such a soninlaw," said Imogene, after the first

greetings were over between them. The greetings had been very simple just a touch of the hand, just a

civil word civil, but not in the least tender, just an inclination of the head, and then two seats occupied

"Yes, indeed!" said Frank. "The man is a fool, because he will probably get somebody who will behave less

"I got a letter last night from my ladylove, in which she tells me that she is very ill, and that her sickness is

"It is the proper language working upon her father's bowels of compassion. Fathers always have bowels of

"As a discreet and trusty counsellor. To me you have always been a trusty counsellor."

"Then I should put a few things into a bag, go down to Merle Park, and declare that, in spite of all the edicts

that ever came from a father's mouth, you cannot absent yourself while you know that your Gertrude is ill."

"And so prepare a new cousin for you to press to your bosom." "If you can endure her for always, why should

"Why not, indeed? In fact, Imogene, this enduring, and not enduring even this living, and not living is,

after all, but an affair of the imagination. Who can tell but that, as years roll on, she may be better looking

"And then she can provide me and my children with ample comforts." "Which I take it is the real purpose for

"Though I hate her", he said, clenching his fist with violence as he spoke, "with every fibre of my heart

"And though I love you so intensely that whenever I see her the memory of you becomes an agony to me."

"Surely not, if I have made up my mind at last, that I never will willingly see Miss Tringle again. Here he got

up, and walking across the rug, stood over her, and waited as though expecting some word from her. But she,

putting her two hands up to her head, and brushing her hair away from her forehead, looked up to him for

what further words might come to him. "Surely not," he continued, "if I have made up my mind at last, that

nothing shall ever again serve to rob me of your love if I may still hope to possess it."

"Oh, Frank!'she said, "how mean I am to be a creature obedient to the whistle of such a master as you!"

"You know that well enough. I have had no Gertrude with whom I have vacillated, whether for the sake of

love or lucre. Whatever you may be whether mean or noble you are the only man with whom I can

endure to live, for whom I would endure to die. Of course I had not expected that your love should be like

mine. How should it be so, seeing that you are a man and that I am but a woman." Here he attempted to seat

himself by her on the sofa, which she occupied, but she gently repulsed him, motioning him towards the chair

which he had occupied. "Sit there, Frank," she said, "so that we may look into each other's faces and talk

"But there will, if we are married now. Shall I tell you the kind of life which would satisfy me?"

"Oh, dear, no! No place to which you would be confined at all. If I may remain as I am, knowing that you

intend to marry no one else, feeling confident that there is a bond binding us together even though we should

"Cold but not icecold, as would have been the other. Cold, but not wretchedly cold, as would be the idea

always present to me that I had reduced you to poverty. Frank, I am so far selfish that I cannot bear to

abandon the idea of your love. But I am not so far selfish as to wish to possess it at the expense of your

"Let us remain just as we are. Only you will promise me, that as I cannot be your wife there shall be no other.

I need hardly promise you that there will be no other husband." Now he sat frowning at her, while she, still

pressing back her hair with her hands, looked eagerly into his face. "If this will be enough for you," she said,

"It will certainly not be enough for me. I will have nothing to do with so damnable a compact."

"Yes; that is what I call it. That is what any man would call it and any woman too, who would speak her

"Then, Sir, perhaps you will be kind enough to make your proposition. I have made mine, such as it is, and

am sorry that it should not have been received at any rate with courtesy." But as she said this there was a

gleam of a bright spirit in her eyes, such as he had not seen since first the name of Gertrude had been

"Yes," said he. "You have made your proposition, and now it is only fair that I should make mine. Indeed, I

made it already when I suggested that little place abroad. Let it be abroad or at home, or of what nature it may

so that you shall be there, and I with you, it shall be enough for me. That is my proposition; and, if it be

not accepted, then I shall return to Miss Tringle and all the glories of Lombard Street."

"Frank " she said. Then, before she could speak another word, he had risen from his seat, and she was in

his arms. "Frank," she continued, pushing back his kisses, "how impossible it is that I should not be obedient

to you in all things! I know I know that I am agreeing to that which will cause you some day to repent."

"A man cannot change at once. Your heart is soft, but your nature remains the same. Frank, I could be so

happy at this moment if I could forget the picture which my imagination points to me of your future life.

Your love, and your generous words, and the look out of your dear eyes, are sweet to me now, as when I was

a child, whom you first made so proud by telling her that she owned your heart. If I could only revel in the

"It is no return," said he. "There has never been a moment in which my affections have not been the same."

"Well, then in these permitted signs of your affection if it were not that I cannot shut out the future! Do

not press me to name any early day, because no period of my future life will be so happy to me as this."

"Is there any reason why I should not intrude?" said Mrs Docimer, opening the door when the above

"Not in the least, as far as I'm concerned," said Frank. "A few words have been spoken between us, all of

"Every one of them," said Imogene; "but I hardly think that I shall repeat them."

"I suppose they have been very much a matter of course," said Mrs Docimer "the old story repeated

between you two for the fourth or fifth time. Considering all things, do you think that I should congratulate

"You may certainly congratulate me," said Frank. After that the conversation became tame, and the happy

lover soon escaped from the house into the street. When there he found very much to occupy his mind. He

had certainly made his resolution at last, and had done so in a manner which would now leave him no power

of retrogression. The whole theory of his life had with a vengeance been thrown to the winds. "The

little place abroad," or elsewhere was now a settled certainty. He had nearly got the better of her. He

had all but succeeded in putting down his own love and hers by a little gentle ridicule, and by a few halfwise

phrases which she at the moment had been unable to answer; but she now had in truth vanquished him by the

Frank Houston on that Sunday afternoon became an altered man. The reader is not to suppose by this that he

is declared to have suddenly thrown off all his weaknesses, and to have succeeded in clothing himself in an

armour of bright steel, proof for the rest of his life against all temptations. Such suits of armour are not to be

had at a moment's notice; nor, as I fear, can a man ever acquire one quite perfect at all points who has not

begun to make it for himself before Houston's age. But he did on that day dine off the two mutton chops, and

comforted himself with no more than the half pint of sherry. It was a great beginning. Throughout the whole

evening he could not be got for a moment to join any of the club juntas which were discussing the great

difficulty of the contumacious gentleman. "I think he must really be going to be married at last!" one club

pundit said when a question was asked as to Houston's singular behaviour on the occasion.

He was indeed very sober so sober that he left the smokingroom as soon as his one silent cigar was

finished, and went out alone in order that he might roam the streets in thoughtful solitude. It was a clear

frosty night, and as he buttoned his greatcoat around him he felt that the dry cold air would do him good, and

assist his meditations. At last then everything was arranged for him, and he was to encounter exactly that

mode of life which he had so often told himself to be most unfit for him. There were to be the cradles always

full, and his little coffer so nearly empty! And he had done it all for himself. She, Imogene, had proposed a

mode of life to him which would at any rate have saved him from this; but it had been impossible that he

should accept a plan so cruel to her when the proposition came from herself. It must all soon be done now.

She had asked that a distant day might be fixed for their marriage. Even that request, coming from her, made

it almost imperative upon him to insist upon an early day. It would be well for him to look upon tomorrow, or

No there should be no going back now! So he declared to himself, endeavouring to prepare the suit of

armour for his own wearing. Pau might be the best place or perhaps one of those little towns in Brittany.

Dresden would not do, because there would be society at Dresden, and he must of course give up all ideas of

society. He would have liked Rome; but Rome would be far too expensive and then residents in Rome require

to be absent three or four months every year. He and his wife and large family he had no doubt in life as

to the large family would not be able to allow themselves any recreation such as that. He thought he had

heard that the ordinary comforts of life were cheap in the west of Ireland or, if not cheap, unobtainable,

which would be the same thing. Perhaps Castlebar might be a good locality for his nursery. There would be

nothing to do at Castlebar no amusement whatever for such a one as himself, no fitting companion for

Imogene. But then amusement for himself and companions for Imogene must of course be out of the

question. He thought that perhaps he might turn his hand to a little useful gardening parsnips instead of

roses while Imogene would be at work in the nursery. He would begin at once and buy two or three dozen

pipes, because tobacco would be so much cheaper than cigars. He knew a shop at which were to be had some

very pretty newfashioned meerschaums, which, he had been told, smokers of pipes found to be excellent.

But, whether it should be Pau or whether it should be Castlebar, whether it should be pipes, or whether, in

regard to economy, no tobacco at all, the question now was at any rate settled for him. He felt rather proud of

his gallantry, as he took himself home to bed, declaring to himself that he would answer that last letter from

There would be many little troubles. On the Monday morning he got up early thinking that as a family man

such a practice would be necessary for him. When he had disturbed the house and nearly driven his own

servant mad by demanding breakfast at an altogether unaccustomed hour, he found that he had nothing to do.

There was that head of Imogene for which she had only once sat, and at which he had occasionally worked

from memory because of her refusal to sit again; and he thought for a moment that this might be good

employment for him now. But his art was only an expense to him. He could not now afford for himself paint

and brushes and canvas, so he turned the halffinished head round upon his easel. Then he took out his

banker's book, a bundle of bills and some blotted scraps of ruled paper, with which he set himself to work to

arrange his accounts. When he did this he must certainly have been in earnest. But he had not as yet

succeeded in seeing light through his figures when he was interrupted by the arrival of a letter which

altogether arrested his attention. It was from Mudbury Docimer, and this was the letter

Of course I think that you and Imogene are two fools. She has told me what took place here yesterday, and I

have told her the same as I tell you. I have no power to prevent it; but you know as well as I do that you and

she cannot live together on the interest of sixteen thousand pounds. When you've paid everything that you

owe I don't suppose there will be so much as that. It had been arranged between you that everything should

be over; and if I had thought that anything of the kind would have occurred again I would have told them not

to let you into the house. What is the good of two such people as you making yourselves wretched for ever,

just to satisfy the romance of a moment? I call it wicked. So I told Imogene, and so I tell you.

You have changed your mind so often that of course you may change it again. I am sure that Imogene expects

that you will. Indeed I can hardly believe that you intend to be such a Quixote. But at any rate I have done my

duty. She is old enough to look after herself, but as long as she lives with me as my sister. I shall tell her what

I think; and until she becomes your wife which I hope she never will be I shall tell you the same.

"He always was a hard, unfeeling fellow," said Frank to himself. Then he put the letter by with a crowd of

On the afternoon he called at the house, as he did again on the Tuesday; but on neither day did he succeed in

seeing Imogene. This he thought to be hard, as the pleasure of her society was as sweet to him as ever, though

he was doubtful as to his wisdom in marrying her. On the Wednesday morning he received a note from her

asking him not to come at once because Mudbury had chosen to put himself into a bad humour. Then a few

words of honey were added; "Of course you know that nothing that he can say will make a change. I am too

well satisfied to allow of any change that shall not come from you yourself." He was quite alive to the

sweetness of the honey, and declared to himself that Mudbury Docimer's illhumour was a matter to him of

no concern whatever. But on the Wednesday there came also another letter in regard to which it will be

well that we should travel down again to Merle Park. An answer altogether averse to the proposed changes as

to the nieces had been received from Mrs Dosett. "As Ayala does not wish it, of course nothing can be done."

Such was the decision as conveyed by Mrs Dosett. It seemed to Lady Tringle that this was absurd. It was all

very well extending charity to the children of her deceased sister, Mrs Dormer; but all the world was agreed

that beggars should not be choosers. "As Ayala does not wish it." Why should not Ayala wish it? What a fool

must Ayala be not to wish it! Why should not Ayala be made to do as she was told, whether she wished it or

not? Such were the indignant questions which Lady Tringle asked of her husband. He was becoming sick of

the young ladies altogether of her own girls as well as the Dormer girls. "They are a pack of idiots

together," he said, "and Tom is the worst of the lot." With this he rushed off to London, and consoled himself

with his millions. Mrs Dosett's letter had reached Merle Park on the Tuesday morning, Sir Thomas having

remained down in the country over the Monday. Gertrude, having calculated the course of the post with

exactness, had hoped to get a reply from Frank to that last letter of hers dated from her sick bed, but

written in truth after a little surreptitious visit to the larder after the servants' dinner on the Sunday

morning. This had been possible, and would have evinced a charming alacrity on the part of her lover. But

this she had hardly ventured to expect. Then she had looked with anxiety to the arrival of letters on the

Monday afternoon, but had looked in vain. On the Tuesday morning she had felt so certain that she had

contrived to open the postbag herself in spite of illness but there had been nothing for her. Then she sent

the dispatch which reached Frank on the Wednesday morning, and immediately afterwards took to her bed

again with such a complication of disorders that the mare with the broken knees was sent at once into

"A little rice will be the best thing for her," said the doctor. "But the poor child takes nothing literally

nothing," said Lady Tringle, who was frightened for her child. Then the doctor went on to say that arrowroot

would be good, and sago, but offered no other prescription. Lady Tringle was disgusted by his ignorance, and

thought that it might be well to send up to London for some great man. The doctor bowed, and made up his

mind that Lady Tringle was an ass. But, being an honest man, and also tenderhearted, he contrived to get

"Your sister's health is generally good?" he said. Tom assented. As far as he knew, Gertrude had always been

as strong as a horse. "Eats well?" asked the doctor. Tom, who occasionally saw the family at lunch, gave a

description of his sister's general performance. "She is a fine healthy young lady," said the doctor. Tom gave

a brother's ready adhesion to the word healthy, but passed over the other epithet as being superfluous. "Now,

I'll tell you what it is," said the doctor. "Of course I don't want to inquire into any family secrets."

"That is it? I knew there was some little trouble, but I did not want to ask any questions. Your mother is

unnecessarily frightened, and I have not wished to disturb her. Your sister is taking plenty of nourishment?"

"She does not come to table, nor yet have it in her own room." "She gets it somehow. I can say that it is so.

Her veins are full, and her arms are strong. Perhaps she goes into the kitchen. Have a little tray made ready

for her, with something nice. She will be sure to find it, and when she has found it two or three times she will

know that she has been discovered. If Lady Tringle does send for a physician from London you could perhaps

find an opportunity of telling him what I have suggested. Her mamma need know nothing about it." This took

place on the Tuesday, and on the Wednesday morning Gertrude knew that she had been discovered at any

rate by Tom and the doctor. "I took care to keep a wing for you," said Tom; "I carved them myself at dinner."

As he so addressed her he came out from his hidingplace in the kitchen about midnight, and surprised her in

the larder. She gave a fearful scream, which, however, luckily was not heard through the house. "You won't

tell mamma, Tom, will you?" Tom promised that he would not, on condition that she would come down to

breakfast on the following morning. This she did, and the London physician was saved a journey.

But, in the meantime, Gertrude's second letter had gone up to Frank, and also a very heartrending epistle from

Lady Tringle to her husband. "Poor Gertrude is in a very bad state. If ever there was a girl really

brokenhearted on account of love, she is one. I did not think she would ever set her heart upon a man with

such violent affection. I do think you might give way when it becomes a question of life and death. There

isn't anything really against Mr Houston." Sir Thomas, as he read this, was a little shaken. He had hitherto

been inclined to agree with Rosalind, "That men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them,

but not for love." But now he did not know what to think about it. There was Tom undoubtedly in a bad way,

and here was Gertrude brought to such a condition, simply by her love, that she refused to take her meals

regularly! Was the world come to such a pass that a father was compelled to give his daughter with a large

fortune to an idle adventurer, or else to be responsible for his daughter's life? Would Augusta have pined

away and died had she not been allowed to marry her Traffick? Would Lucy pine and die unless money were

given to her sculptor? Upon the whole, Sir Thomas thought that the cares of his family were harder to bear

than those of his millions. In regard to Gertrude, he almost thought that he would give way, if only that he

It must be acknowledged that Frank Houston, when he received the young lady's letter, was less softhearted

You must have received my former letter, and though I told you that I was ill and almost dying you have not

heeded it! Three posts have come, and I have not had a line from you. In your last you were weak enough to

say that you were going to give it all up because you could not make papa do just what you wanted all at

once. Do you know what it is to have taken possession of a young lady's heart; or is it true, as Augusta says

of you, that you care for nothing but the money? If it is so, say it at once and let me die. As it is I am so very

ill that I cannot eat a mouthful of anything, and have hardly strength left to me to write this letter.

But I cannot really believe what Augusta says, though I daresay it may have been so with Mr Traffick.

Perhaps you have not been to your club, and so you have not got my former letter. Or it may be that you are

ill yourself. If so, I do wish that I could come and nurse you, though indeed I am so ill that I am quite unable

At any rate, pray write immediately and do come! Mamma seems to think that papa will give way because

You must believe, dearest Frank, that I am now, as ever, yours most affectionately,

Frank Houston was less credulous than Sir Thomas, and did not believe much in the young lady's sickness. It

was evident that the young lady was quite up to the work of deceiving her father and mother, and would no

doubt be willing to deceive himself if anything could be got by it. But, whether she were ill or whether she

were well, he could offer her no comfort. Nevertheless, he was bound to send her some answer, and with a

It is to me a matter of inexpressible grief that I should have to explain again that I am unable to persist in

seeking the honour of your hand in opposition to the absolute and repeated refusals which I have received

from your father. It is so evident that we could not marry without his consent that I need not now go into that

matter. But I think myself bound to say that, considering the matter in all its bearing, I must regard our

engagement as finally at an end. Were I to hesitate in saying this very plainly I think I should be doing you an

I am sorry to hear that you are unwell, and trust that you may soon recover your health.

On the next morning Gertrude was still in her bed, having there received her letter, when she sent a message

to her brother. Would Tom come and see her? Tom attended to her behest, and then sat down by her bedside

on being told in a mysterious voice that she had to demand from him a great service. "Tom," she said, "that

"What man? Why, Frank Houston. There has never been any other man. After all that has been said and done

"That amounts to nothing. The governor would have given way, of course, and if he hadn't that was no matter

of his. After he had had my promise he was bound to go on with it. Don't you think so?"

"Of course he was. What else is the meaning of a promise? Now I'll tell you what you must do. You must go

up to London and find him out. You had better take a stick with you, and then ask him what he means to do."

"Then, Tom, you should call him out. It is just the position in which a brother is bound to do that kind of

thing for his sister. When he has been called out, then probably he'll come round, and all will be well."

The prospect was one which Tom did not at all like. He had had one duel on his hands on his own account,

and had not as yet come through it with flying colours. There were still momentum which he felt that he

would be compelled at last to take to violence in reference to Colonel Stubbs. He was all but convinced that

were he to do so he would fall into some great trouble, but still it was more than probable that his outraged

feelings would not allow him to resist. But this second quarrel was certainly unnecessary. "That's all

"Certainly not. It would be absurd. You ask Septimus and he will tell you that it is so."

"At any rate, I won't. Men don't call each other out nowadays. I know what ought to be done in these kind of

"Then, Tom," said she, raising herself in bed, and looking round upon him, "I will never call you my brother

"Probably you are not aware, Sir, that I am not at present the young lady's guardian." This was said at the

office in Lombard Street by Sir Thomas, in answer to an offer made to him by Captain Batsby for Ayala's

hand. Captain Batsby had made his way boldly into the great man's inner room, and had there declared his

purpose in a short and businesslike manner. He had an ample income of his own, he said, and was prepared to

make a proper settlement on the young lady. If necessary, he would take her without any fortune but it

would, of course, be for the lady's comfort and for his own if something in the way of money were

forthcoming. So much he added, having heard of this uncle's enormous wealth, and having also learned the

fact that if Sir Thomas were not at this moment Ayala's guardian he had been not long ago. Sir Thomas

"Just so, Sir Thomas. I did hear that. But I think you were once; and you are still her uncle."

"And when I was so illtreated in Kingsbury Crescent I thought I would come to you. It could not be right

that a gentleman making an honourable proposition and very liberal, as you must acknowledge should

not be allowed to see the young lady. It was not as though I did not know her. I had been ten days in the same

house with her. Don't you think, Sir Thomas, I ought to have been allowed to see her?"

"I have nothing to do with her," said Sir Thomas "that is, in the way of authority." Nevertheless, before

Captain Batsby left him, he became courteous to that gentleman, and though he could not offer any direct

assurance he acknowledged that the application was reasonable. He was, in truth, becoming tired of Ayala,

and would have been glad to find a husband whom she would accept, so that she might be out of Tom's way.

He had been quite willing that Tom should marry the girl if it were possible, but he began to be convinced

that it was impossible. He had offered again to open his house to her, with all its wealth, but she had refused

to come into it. His wife had told him that, if Ayala could be brought back in place of Lucy, she would surely

yield. But Ayala would not allow herself to be brought back. And there was Tom as bad as ever. If Ayala

were once married then Tom could go upon his travels, and come back, no doubt, a sane man. Sir Thomas

thought it might be well to make inquiry about this Captain, and then see if a marriage might be arranged.

Mrs Dosett, he told himself, was a hard stiff woman, and would never get the girl married unless she allowed

such a suitor as this Captain Batsby to have access to the house. He did make inquiry, and before the week

was over had determined that if Ayala would become Mrs Batsby there might probably be an end to one of

his troubles. As he went down to Merle Park he arranged his plan. He would, in the first place, tell Tom that

Ayala had as many suitors as Penelope, and that one had come up now who would probably succeed. But

when he reached home he found that his son was gone. Tom had taken a sudden freak, and had run up to

"I hope it was a change for the better as to that stupid girl." Lady Tringle could not say that there had been

any change for the better, but she thought that there had been a change about the girl. Tom had, as she said,

quite "brisked up", had declared that he was not going to stand this thing any longer, had packed up three or

four portmanteaus, and had had himself carried off to the nearest railway station in time for an afternoon train

up to London. "What is he going to do when he gets there?" asked Sir Thomas. Lady Tringle had no idea

what her son intended to do, but thought that something special was intended in regard to Ayala.

"No doubt I do. What else am I to call him?" Then he went on and developed his scheme. "Let Ayala be

asked to Merle Park for a week just for a week and assured that during that time Tom would not be

there. Then let Captain Batsby also be invited." Upon this there followed an explanation as to Captain Batsby

and his aspirations. Tom must be relieved after some fashion, and Sir Thomas declared that no better fashion

seemed to present itself. Lady Tringle received her orders with sundry murmurings, still grieving for her son's

grief but she assented, as she always did assent, to her husband's propositions.

Now we will accompany Tom up to London. The patient reader will perhaps have understood the condition

of his mind when in those days of his sharpest agony he had given himself up to Faddle and champagne. By

these means he had brought himself into trouble and disgrace, of which he was fully conscious. He had fallen

into the hands of the police and had been harassed during the whole period by headache and nausea. Then

had come the absurdity of his challenge to Colonel Stubbs, the folly of which had been made plain to him by

the very letter which his rival had written to him. There was good sense enough about the poor fellow to

enable him to understand that the police court, and the prison, that Faddle and the orgies at Bolivia's, that his

challenge and the reply to it, were alike dishonourable to him. Then had come a reaction, and he spent a

miserable fortnight down at Merle Park, doing nothing, resolving on nothing, merely moping about and

pouring the oftrepeated tale of his woes into his mother's bosom. These days at Merle Park gave him back at

any rate his health, and rescued him from the intense wretchedness of his condition on the day after the

comparison of Bolivia's wines. In this improved state he told himself that it behoved him even yet to do

something as a man, and he came suddenly to the bold resolution of having as he called it to himself

How the "dash" was to be made he had not determined when he left home. But to this he devoted the whole

of the following Sunday. He had received a lachrymose letter from his friend Faddle, at Aberdeen, in which

the unfortunate youth had told him that he was destined to remain in that wretched northern city for the rest

of his natural life. He had not as yet been to the Mountaineers since his mishap with the police, and did not

care to show himself there at present. He was therefore altogether alone, and, walking all alone the entire

On the following morning when Mr Dosett entered his room at Somerset House, a little after half past ten

o'clock, he found his nephew Tom there before him, and waiting for him. Mr Dosett was somewhat

astonished, for he too had heard of Tom's misfortunes. Some illnatured chronicle of Tom's latter doings had

spread itself among the Tringle and Dosett sets, and Uncle Reginald was aware that his nephew had been

forced to relinquish his stool in Lombard Street. The vices of the young are perhaps too often exaggerated, so

that Mr Dosett had heard of an amount of champagne consumed and a number of policemen wounded, of

which his nephew had not been altogether guilty. There was an idea at Kingsbury Crescent that Tom had

gone nearly mad, and was now kept under paternal care at Merle Park. When, therefore, he saw Tom

blooming in health, and brighter than usual in general appearance, he was no doubt rejoiced, but also

surprised, at the change. "What, Tom!" he said; "I'm glad to see you looking so well. Are you up in London

"Well, Uncle Reginald, you can do a great deal for me if you will. Of course you've heard of all those rows of

"Everybody has heard," said Tom, mournfully. "I don't suppose anybody was ever knocked so much about as

"I'm sure you are, because you're always goodnatured. Now I wonder if you will do a great thing to oblige

"I suppose you know that there is only one thing in the world that I want. "Mr Dosett thought that it would be

discreet to make no reply to this, but, turning his chair partly round, he prepared to listen very attentively to

what his nephew might have to say to him. "All this about the policeman and the rest of it has simply come

from my being so unhappy about Ayala." "It wouldn't be taken as a promise of your being a good husband,

"That's because people don't understand," said Tom. "It is because I am so earnest about it, and because I

can't bear the disappointment! There isn't one at Travers and Treason who doesn't know that if I'd married

Ayala I should have settled down as quiet a young man as there is in all London. You ask the governor else

himself. As long as I thought there was any hope I used to be there steady as a rock at half past nine.

"Not make her; no. Of course you can't make a girl. But persuading goes a long way. Why shouldn't she have

me? As to all these rows, she ought to feel at any rate that they're her doing. And what she's done it stands to

reason she could undo if she would. It only wants a word from her to put me all right with the governor

and to put me all right with Travers and Treason too. Nobody can love her as I do."

"I do believe that nobody could love her better," said Mr Dosett, who was beginning to be melted by his

"Oughtn't that to go for something? And then she would have everything that she wishes. She might live

anywhere she pleased so that I might go to the office every day. She would have her own carriage, you

"It shows that I'm in a position to ask her," said Tom. "If she could only bring herself not to hate me "

"There is a difference, Tom, between hating and not loving." "If she would only begin to make a little way,

then I could hope again. Uncle Reginald, could you not tell her that at any rate I would be good to her?"

"Indeed, I would. There is nothing I would not do for her. Now will you let me see her just once again, and

have one other chance?" This was the great thing which Tom desired from his uncle, and Mr Dosett was so

much softened by his nephew's earnestness that he did promise to do as much as this to do as much as

this, at least, if it were in his power. Of course, Ayala must be told. No good could be done by surprising her

by a visit. But he would endeavour so to arrange it that, if Tom were to come to him on the following

afternoon, they two should go to the Crescent together, and then Tom should remain and dine there or go

away before dinner, as he might please, after the interview. This was settled, and Tom left Somerset House,

rejoicing greatly at his success. It seemed to him that now at last a way was open to him.

Uncle Reginald, on his return home, took his niece aside and talked to her very gently and very kindly.

"Whether you like him or whether you do not, my dear, he is so true to you that you are bound to see him

again when he asks it." At first she was very stout, declaring that she would not see him. Of what good could

it be, seeing that she would rather throw herself into the Thames than marry him? Had she not told him so

over and over again, as often as he had spoken to her? Why would he not just leave her alone? But against all

this her uncle pleaded gently but persistently. He had considered himself bound to promise so much on her

behalf, and for his sake she must do as he asked. To this, of course, she yielded. And then he said many good

things of poor Tom. His constancy was a great virtue. A man so thoroughly in love would no doubt make a

good husband. And then there would be the assent of all the family, and an end, as far as Ayala was

concerned, of all pecuniary trouble. In answer to this she only shook her head, promising, however, that she

would be ready to give Tom an audience when he should be brought to the Crescent on the following day.

Punctually at four Tom made his appearance at Somerset House, and started with his uncle as soon as the

indexbooks had been put in their places. Tom was very anxious to take his uncle home in a cab, but Mr

Dosett would not consent to lose his walk. Along the Embankment they went, and across Charing Cross into

St James's Park, and then by Green Park, Hyde Park, and Kensington Gardens, all the way to Notting Hill. Mr

Dosett did not walk very fast, and Tom thought they would never reach Kingsbury Crescent. His uncle would

fain have talked about the weather, of politics, or the hardships of the Civil Service generally; but Tom would

not be diverted from his one subject. Would Ayala be gracious to him? Mr Dosett had made up his mind to

say nothing on the subject. Tom must plead his own cause. Uncle Reginald thought that he knew such

pleading would be useless, but still would not say a word to daunt the lover. Neither could he say a word

expressive of hope. As they were fully an hour and a half on their walk, this reticence was difficult.

Immediately on his arrival, Tom was taken up into the drawingroom. This was empty, for it had been

arranged that Mrs Dosett should be absent till the meeting was over. "Now I'll look for this child," said Uncle

Reginald, in his cheeriest voice as he left Tom alone in the room. Tom, as he looked round at the chairs and

tables, remembered that he had never received as much as a kind word or look in the room, and then great

drops of perspiration broke out all over his brow. All that he had to hope for in the world must depend upon

the next five minutes might depend perhaps upon the very selection of the words which he might use.

"Of course I want to see you once, and twice and always. Ayala, if you could know it! If you could only

know it!" Then he clasped his two hands high upon his breast, not as though appealing to her heart, but

striking his bosom in very agony. "Ayala, I feel that, if I do not have you as my own, I can only die for the

"Try to help it! Try to try and help it! Say a word that you will perhaps help it by and bye." Then there came a

dark frown upon her brow not, indeed, from anger, but from a feeling that so terrible a task should be

"I have never said a word, Tom, but that I could not love you." "But I am true true as the sun. Would I

come again after all if it were not that I cannot help coming? You have heard that I have been been

"It has been so because I have been so wretched. Ayala, you have made me so unhappy. Ayala, you can make

me the happiest man there is in London this day. I seem to want nothing else. As for drink, or clubs, or

billiards, and all that, they are nothing to me unless when I try to forget that you are so so unkind to

"To do as I ask you that would be kind. Oh, Ayala, cannot you be kind to me?" She shook her head, still

standing in the place which she had occupied from the beginning. "May I come again? Will you give me

three months, and then think of it? If you would only say that, I would go back to my work and never leave

it." But she still shook her head. "Must I never hope?" "Not for that, Tom. How can I help it?"

"No. How can I help it? One does not fall in love by trying nor by trying prevent it."

"By degrees you might love me a little." She had said all that she knew how to say, and again shook her

head. "It is that accursed Colonel," he exclaimed, forgetting himself as he thought of his rival.

"No; I am not engaged to him. I do not love him. As you will ask, I tell you. But you should not ask; and he is

not accursed. He is better than you though I do not love him. You should not have driven me to say this. I

do not ask you questions." "There is none that I would not answer. Stay, Ayala," for now she was going to

leave the room. "Stay yet a moment. Do you know that you are tearing my heart in pieces? Why is it that you

"Tom, there is nothing more that I can say. I am very, very sorry if you are unhappy. I do think that you are

good and true; and if you will shake hands with me, there is my hand. But I cannot say what you want me to

say." Tom took her by the hand and tried to hold her, without, however, speaking to her again. But she slid

away from him and left the room, not having for a moment sat down in his presence.

When the door was closed he stood awhile looking round him, trying to resolve what he might do or what he

might say next. He was now at any rate in the house with her, and did not know whether such an opportunity

as that might ever occur to him again. He felt that there were words within his bosom which, if he could only

bring them up to his mouth, would melt the heart of a stone. There was his ineffable love, his whole

happiness at stake, his purpose his holy purpose to devote himself, and all that he had, to her

wellbeing. Of all this he had a full conception within his own heart, if only he could express it so that others

should believe him! But of what use was it now? He had had this further liberty of speech accorded to him,

and in it he had done nothing, made no inch of progress. She had hardly spoken a dozen words to him, but of

those she had spoken two remained clear upon his memory. He must never hope, she had said; and she had

said also that that other man was better than he. Had she said that he was dearer, the word would hardly have

been more bitter. All the old feeling came upon him of rage against his rival, and of a desire that something

But there he was standing alone in Mrs Dosett's drawingroom, and it was necessary that he should carry

himself off. As for dining in that house, sitting down to eat and drink in Ayala's presence after such a

conversation as that which was past, that he felt to be quite out of the question. He crammed his hat upon his

In the passage he was met by his uncle, coming out of the diningroom. "Tom," he said, "you'll stay and eat

"You shouldn't let yourself be disturbed by little trifles such as these," said his uncle, trying to put a good face

"Trifles!" said Tom Tringle. "Trifles!" And he banged the door after him as he left the house.

It was now the beginning of February. As Tom and his uncle had walked from Somerset House the streets

were dry and the weather fine; but, as Mr Dosett had remarked, the wind was changing a little out of the east

and threatened rain. When Tom left the house it was already falling. It was then past six, and the night was

very dark. He had walked there with a top coat and umbrella, but he had forgotten both as he banged the door

after him in his passion; and, though he remembered them as he hurried down the steps, he would not turn

and knock at the door and ask for them. He was in that humour which converts outward bodily sufferings

almost into a relief. When a man has been thoroughly illused in greater matters it is almost a consolation to

him to feel that he has been turned out into the street to get wet through without his dinner even though he

He walked on foot, and as he walked became damp and dirty, till he was soon wet through. As soon as he

reached Lancaster Gate he went into the park, and under the doubtful glimmer of the lamps trudged on

through the mud and slush, not regarding his path, hardly thinking of the present moment in the full

appreciation of his real misery. What should he do with himself? What else was there now left to him? He

had tried everything and had failed. As he endeavoured to count himself up, as it were, and tell himself

whether he were worthy of a happier fate than had been awarded to him, he was very humble humble,

though so indignant! He knew himself to be a poor creature in comparison with Jonathan Stubbs. Though he

could not have been Stubbs had he given his heart for it, though it was absolutely beyond him to assume one

of those tricks of bearing one of those manly, winning ways, which in his eyes was so excellent in the other

man, still he saw them and acknowledged them, and told himself that they would be all powerful with such a

girl as Ayala. Though he trusted to his charms and his rings, he knew that his charms and his rings were

abominable, as compared with that outside look and natural garniture which belonged to Stubbs, as though of

right as though it had been born with him. Not exactly in those words, but with a full inward sense of the

words, he told himself that Colonel Stubbs was a gentleman whereas he acknowledged himself to be a

cad. How could he have hoped that Ayala should accept such a one, merely because he would have a good

house of his own and a carriage? As he thought of all this, be hardly knew which he hated most himself or

He went down to the family house in Queen's Gate, which was closed and dark having come there with no

special purpose, but having found himself there, as though by accident, in the neighbourhood. Then he

knocked at the door, which, after a great undoing of chains, was opened by an old woman, who with her son

had the custody of the house when the family were out of town. Sir Thomas in these days had rooms of his

own in Lombard Street in which he loved to dwell, and would dine at a City club, never leaving the precincts

of the City throughout the week. The old woman was an old servant, and her son was a porter at the office.

"Mr Tom! Be that you? Why you are as wet as a mop!" He was wet as any mop, and much dirtier than a mop

should be. There was no fire except in the kitchen, and there he was taken. He asked for a greatcoat, but there

was no such thing in the house, as the young man had not yet come home. Nor was there any food that could

be offered him, or anything to drink; as the cellar was locked up, and the old woman was on board wages.

But he sat crouching over the fire, watching the steam as it came up from his damp boots and trousers. "And

ain't you had no dinner, Mr Tom?" said the old woman. Tom only shook his head. "And ain't you going to

have none?" The poor wretch again shook his head. "That's bad, Mr Tom." Then she looked up into his face.

"There is something wrong I know, Mr Tom. I hears that from Jem. Of course he hears what they do be

"Well that you ain't there as you used to be. Things is awk'ard, and Sir Thomas, they say, isn't best

"Yes; by heavens!" said Tom, jumping up out of his chair. "Oh, Mrs Tapp, you can't tell the condition I'm in.

"D the fellow! But there's no good in my standing here cursing. I'll go off again. You needn't say that I've

"Rain what matters the rain?" Then he started again, disregarding all her prayers, and went off eastward

on foot, disdaining the use of a cab because he had settled in his mind on no place to which he would go.

Yes; they knew all about it, down to the very porters at the office. Everyone had heard of his love for Ayala;

and everyone had heard also that Ayala had scorned him. Not a man or woman connected by ever so slight a

tie to the establishment was unaware that he had been sent away from his seat because of Ayala! All this

might have been borne easily had there been any hope; but now he was forced to tell himself that there was

none. He saw no end to his misery no possibility of escape. Where was he to go in this moment of his

misery for any shred of comfort? The solitude of his lodgings was dreadful to him; nor had he heart enough

At about ten o'clock he found himself, as it were, by accident, close to Mr Bolivia's establishment. He was

thoroughly wet through, jaded, wretched, and in want of sustenance. He turned in, and found the place

deserted. The diners had gone away, and the hour had not come at which men in quest of later refreshment

were wont to make their appearance. But there were still one or two gaslights burning; and he threw himself

wearily into a little box or partition nearest to the fire. Here Signor Bolivia himself came to him, asking in

commiserating accents what had brought him thither in so wretched a plight. "I have left my coat and

umbrella behind," said Tom, trying to pluck up a little spirit "and my dinner too."

"No dinner, Mr Tringle; and you wet through like that! What shall I get you, Mr Tringle?" But Tom declared

that he would have no dinner. He was off his appetite altogether, he said. He would have a bottle of

champagne and a devilled biscuit. Mr Walker, who, as we are aware, put himself forward to the world

generally as Signor Bolivia, felt for the moment a throb of pity, which overcame in his heart the innkeeper's

natural desire to make the most he could of his customer. "Better have a mutton chop and a little drop of

"I ain't up to it, Bolivia," said the young man. "I couldn't swallow it if I had it. Give us the bottle of

champagne and the devilled biscuit." Then Mr Walker for Bolivia was in truth Walker fetched the

wine and ordered the biscuit; and poor Tom was again brought back to the miserable remedy to which he had

before applied himself in his misfortune. There he remained for about an hour, during a part of which he

slept; but before he left the house he finished the wine. As he got up to take his departure Mr Walker scanned

his gait and bearing, having a friendly feeling for the young man, and not wishing him to fall again into the

hands of the police. But Tom walked forth apparently as sober as a judge, and as melancholy as a hangman.

As far as Mr Walker could see the liquor had made no impression on him. "If I were you, Mr Tringle," said

the keeper of the eatinghouse, "I'd go home at once, because you are so mortal wet."

It was then something after eleven, and Tom instead of taking the friendly advice which had been offered to

him, walked, as fast as he could, round Leicester Square; and as he walked the fumes of the wine mounted

into his head. But he was not drunk not as yet so drunk as to misbehave himself openly. He did not make

his way round the square without being addressed, but he simply shook off from him those who spoke to him.

His mind was still intent upon Ayala. But now he was revengeful rather than despondent. The liquor had

filled him once again with a desire to do something. If he could destroy himself and the Colonel by one and

the same blow, how fitting a punishment would that be for Ayala! But how was he to do it? He would throw

himself down from the top of the Duke of York's column, but that would be nothing unless he could force the

Colonel to take the jump with him! He had called the man out and he wouldn't come! Now, with the alcohol

in his brain, he again thought that the man was a coward for not coming. Had not such a meeting been from

time immemorial the resource of gentlemen injured as he now was injured? The Colonel would not come

when called but could he not get at him so as to strike him? If he could do the man a real injury he would

He hurried at last out of the square into Coventry Street and down the Haymarket. His lodgings were in Duke

Street, turning out of Piccadilly but he could not bring himself to go home to his bed. He was unutterably

wretched, but yet he kept himself going with some idea of doing something, or of fixing some purpose. He

certainly was tipsy now, but not so drunk as to be unable to keep himself on his legs. He gloried in the wet,

shouting inwardly to himself that he in his misery was superior to all accidents of the weather. Then he stood

for awhile watching the people as they came out of the Haymarket Theatre. He was at this time a sorry sight

to be seen. His hat was jammed on to his head and had been almost smashed in the jamming. His coat reeking

wet through was fastened by one button across his chest. His two hands were thrust into his pockets, and the

bottle of champagne was visible in his face. He was such a one to look at that no woman would have

liked to touch nor any man to address. In this guise he stood there amidst the crowd, foremost among those

who were watching the ladies as they got into their vehicles. "And she might be as good as the best of them,

and I might be here to hand her into her own carriage' said he to himself "if it were not for that

At that moment the intruder was there before him, and on his arm was a lady whom he was taking across to a

carriage, at the door of which a servant in livery was standing. They were followed closely by a pretty young

girl who was picking her steps after them alone. These were Lady Albury and Nina, whom Colonel Stubbs

"If Lady Albury can manage it with her aunt of course I will wait upon her," said the Colonel. Then the door

of the carriage was shut, and the Colonel was left to look for a cab. He had on an overcoat and an opera hat,

but otherwise was dressed as for dinner. On one side a linkboy was offering him assistance, and on another

a policeman tendering him some service. He was one of those who by their outward appearance always extort

As long as the ladies had been there during the two minutes which had been occupied while they got into

the carriage Tom had been restrained by their presence. He had been restrained by their presence even

though he had heard Ayala's name and had understood the commission given to the man whom he hated. Had

Colonel Stubbs luckily followed the ladies into the carriage Tom, in his fury, would have taken himself off to

his bed. But now there was his enemy within a yard of him! Here was the opportunity the lack of which

seemed, a few moments since, to be so grievous to him! He took two steps out from the row in which he

stood and struck his rival high on his breast with his fist. He had aimed at the Colonel's face but in his

eagerness had missed his mark. "There," said he, "there! You would not fight me, and now you have got it."

Stubbs staggered, and would have fallen but for the policeman. Tom, though no hero, was a strong young

man, and had contrived to give his blow with all his force. The Colonel did not at first see from whom the

"You've got me," said Tom, "but I've had my revenge." Then, though two policemen and one waterman were

now holding him, he stretched himself up to his full height and glared at his enemy in the face.

"It's the chap who gave that hawful blow to Thompson in the bow'ls!" said one of the policemen, who by this

Then the Colonel knew who had struck him. "I know him," said the Colonel to the policeman. "It is a matter

"A friend, is he?" said an amateur attendant. The policeman, who had remembered the cruel onslaught made

on his comrade, looked very grave, and still held Tom tight by the arms. "A very hugly sort of friend," said

"Tringle," said the Colonel, "this was very foolish, you know a most absurd thing to do! Come with me,

"He must come along with us to the watchhouse just at present," said the policeman. "And you, Sir, if you

can, had better please to come with us. It ain't far across to Vine Street, but of course you can have a cab if

you like it." This was ended by two policemen walking off with Tom between them, and by the Colonel

following in a cab, after having administered divers shillings to the amateur attendants. Though the journey in

the cab did not occupy above five minutes, it sufficed him to determine what step he should take when he

found himself before the night officers of the watch. When he found himself in the presence of the night

officer he had considerable difficulty in carrying out his purpose. That Tom should be locked up for the night,

and be brought before the police magistrate next morning to answer for the outrage he had committed,

seemed to the officers to be a matter of course. It was long before the Colonel could persuade the officer that

this little matter between him and Mr Tringle was a private affair, of which he at least wished to take no

further notice. "No doubt," he said, "he had received a blow on his chest, but it had not hurt him in the least."

"It is quite a private affair," said the Colonel. "My name is Colonel Stubbs; here is my card. Sir is a

particular friend of mine." He named a pundit of the peace, very high in the estimation of all policemen. "If

you will let the gentleman come away with me I will be responsible for him tomorrow, if it should be

necessary to take any further step in the matter." This he said very eagerly, and with all the authority which

he knew how to use. Tom, in the meantime, stood perfectly motionless, with his arms folded akimbo on his

The card and the Colonel's own name, and the name of the pundit of the peace together, had their effect, and

after a while. Tom was dismissed in the Colonel's care. The conclusion of the evening's affair was, for the

moment, one which Tom found very hard to bear. It would have been better for him to have been dragged off

to a cell, and there to have been left to his miserable solitude. But as he went down through the narrow ways

leading from the police office out into the main street he felt that he was altogether debarred from making any

further attack upon his protector. He could not strike him again, as he might have done had he escaped from

the police by his own resources. His own enemy had saved him from durance, and he could not, therefore,

"In heaven's name, my dear fellow," said the Colonel, "what good do you expect to get by that? You have hit

me a blow when you knew that I was unprepared, and, therefore, unarmed. Was that manly?" To this Tom

made no reply. "I suppose you have been drinking?" And Stubbs, as he asked this question, looked into his

companion's face. "I see you have been drinking. What a fool you are making of yourself!"

"Does that seem to you to be right? Can you do yourself any good by that? Will she be more likely to listen to

you when she hears that you have got drunk, and have assaulted me in the street? Have I done you any

"If she does, is that my doing? Come, old fellow, try to be a man. Try to think of this thing rightly. If you can

win the girl you love, win her; but, if you cannot, do not be such an ass as to suppose that she is to love no

one because she will not love you. It is a thing which a man must bear if it comes in his way. As far as Miss

Dormer is concerned, I am in the same condition as you. But do you think that I should attack you in the

"I should think you a happy fellow, certainly; and for a time I might avoid you, because your happiness

would remind me of my own disappointment; but I should not come behind your back and strike you! Now,

tell me where you live, and I will see you home." Then Tom told him where he lived, and in a few minutes

The little accident which was recorded at the close of the last chapter occurred on a Tuesday night. On the

following afternoon Tom Tringle, again very much out of spirits, returned to Merle Park. There was now

nothing further for him to do in London. He had had his last chance with Ayala, and the last chance had

certainly done him no good. Fortune, whether kindly or unkindly, had given him an opportunity of revenging

himself upon the Colonel; he had taken advantage of the opportunity, but did not find himself much relieved

by what he had done. His rival's conduct had caused him to be thoroughly ashamed of himself. It had at any

rate taken from him all further hope of revenge. So that now there was nothing for him but to take himself

back to Merle Park. On the Wednesday he heard nothing further of the matter; but on the Thursday Sir

Thomas came down from London, and, showing to poor Tom a paragraph in one of the morning papers,

asked whether he knew anything of the circumstance to which reference was made. The paragraph was as

That very bellicose young City knight who at Christmas time got into trouble by thrashing a policeman

within an inch of his life in the streets, and who was then incarcerated on account of his performance, again

exhibited his prowess on Tuesday night by attacking Colonel an officer than whom none in the army is

more popular under the portico of the Haymarket theatre. We abstain from mentioning the officer's name

which is, however, known to us. The City knight again fell into the hands of the police and was taken to

the watchhouse. But Colonel who knew something of his family, accompanied him, and begged his

assailant off. The officer on duty was most unwilling to let the culprit go; but the Colonel used all his

influence and was successful. This may be all very well between the generous Colonel and the valiant knight.

But if the young man has any friends they had better look to him. A gentleman with such a desire for the

glories of battle must be restrained if he cannot control his propensities when wandering about the streets of

the metropolis. "Yes," said Tom who scorned to tell a lie in any matter concerning Ayala. "It was me. I

"No, Sir, I'm not. I'm not proud of anything. Whatever I do or whatever I say seems to go against me."

"I wish he had with all my heart. I didn't ask him to get me off. I struck him because I hated him; and

"I tell you what it is, Tom," said the father. "If you remain here any longer with this bee in your bonnet you

will be locked up in a lunatic asylum, and I shall not be able to get you out again. You must go abroad." To

this Tom made no immediate answer. Lamentable as was his position, he still was unwilling to leave London

while Ayala was living there. Were he to consent to go away for any lengthened period, by doing so he would

seem to abandon his own claim. Hope he knew there was none; but yet, even yet, he regarded himself as one

of Ayala's suitors. "Do you think it well", continued the father, "that you should remain in London while such

"No, you are not in London while you are at Merle Park of course. And you will not go up to London

without my leave. Do you understand that?" Here Tom again was silent. "If you do," continued his father,

"you shall not be received down here again, nor at Queen's Gate, nor will the cheques for your allowance be

honoured any longer at the bank. In fact if you do not obey me I will throw you off altogether. This absurdity

about your love has been carried on long enough." And so it came to be understood in the family that Tom

was to be kept in mild durance at Merle Park till everything should have been arranged for his extended tour

about the world. To this Tom himself gave no positive assent, but it was understood that when the time came

It had thus come to pass that the affray at the door of the Haymarket became known to so much of the world

at large as interested itself in the affairs either of Colonel Stubbs or of the Tringles. Other paragraphs were

written in which the two heroes of the evening were designated as Colonel J S and as T T

junior, of the firm of T and T in the City. All who pleased could read these initials, and thus the world

was aware that our Colonel had received a blow, and had resented the affront only by rescuing his assailant

from the hands of the police. A word was said at first which seemed to imply that the Colonel had not

exhibited all the spirit which might have been expected from him. Having been struck should he not have

thrashed the man who struck him or at any rate have left the ruffian in the hands of the policemen for

proper punishment? But many days had not passed over before the Colonel's conduct had been viewed in a

different light, and men and women were declaring that he had done a manly and a gallant thing. The affair

had in this way become sufficiently well known to justify the allusion made to it in the following letter from

It is quite indispensable for the happiness of everybody, particularly that of myself and Sir Harry that you

should come down here on the twentieth. Nina will be here on her farewell visit before her return to her

mother. Of course you have heard that it is all arranged between her and Lord George Bideford, and this will

be the last opportunity which any of us will have of seeing her once again before her martyrdom. The world

is to be told that he is to follow her to Rome, where they are to be married no doubt by the Pope himself

under the dome of St Peter's. But my belief is that Lord George is going to travel with her all the way. If he is

the man I take him to be he will do so, but of course it would be very improper.

You, however, must of course come and say pretty things to your friend; and, as you cannot go to Rome to

see her married, you must throw your old shoe after her when she takes her departure from Stalham. I have

written a line to your aunt to press my request for this visit. This she will no doubt show to you, and you, if

And now, my dear, I must explain to you one or two other arrangements. A certain gentleman will certainly

not be here. It was not my fault that a certain gentleman went to Kingsbury Crescent. The certain gentleman

is, as you are aware, a great friend of ours, and was entitled to explain himself if it so seemed good to him;

but the certain gentleman was not favoured in that enterprise by the Stalham interest. At any rate, the certain

gentleman will not be at Stalham on this occasion. So much for the certain gentleman. Colonel Stubbs will be

here, and, as he will be coming down on the twentieth, would be glad to travel by the same train, so that he

may look after your ticket and your luggage, and be your slave for the occasion. He will leave the Paddington

We all think that he behaved beautifully in that little affair at the Haymarket theatre. I should not mention it

only that everybody has heard of it. Almost any other man would have struck the poor fellow again; but he is

one of the very few who always know what to do at the moment without taking time to think of it.

It was in this way that Ayala heard what had taken place between her cousin Tom and Colonel Stubbs. Some

hint of a fracas between the two men had reached her ears; but now she asked various questions of her aunt,

and at last elicited the truth. Tom had attacked her other lover in the street had attacked Colonel Stubbs

because of his injured love, and had grossly misbehaved himself. As a consequence he would have been

locked up by the police had not the Colonel himself interfered on his behalf. This to Ayala seemed to be

Then the question of the proposed visit was discussed first with her aunt, and then with herself. Mrs

Dosett was quite willing that her niece should go to Stalham. To Mrs Dosett's thinking, a further journey to

Stalham would mean an engagement with Colonel Stubbs. When she had read Lady Albury's letter she was

quite sure that that had been Lady Albury's meaning. Captain Batsby was not to receive the Stalham interest

but that interest was to be used on the part of Colonel Stubbs. She had not the slightest objection. It was

clear to her that Ayala would have to be married before long. It was out of the question that one man after

another should fall in love with her violently, and that nothing should come of it. Mrs Dosett had become

quite despondent about Tom. There was an amount of dislike which it would be impossible to overcome. And

as for Captain Batsby there could be no chance for a man whom the young lady could not be induced even to

see. But the other lover, whom the lady would not admit that she loved as to whom she had declared that

she could never love him was held in very high favour. "I do think it was so noble not to hit Tom again,"

she had said. Therefore, as Colonel Stubbs had a sufficient income, there could be no reason why Ayala

should not go again to Stalham. So it was that Mrs Dosett argued with herself, and such was the judgment

which she expressed to Ayala. But there were difficulties. Ayala's little stock of cash was all gone. She could

not go to Stalham without money, and that money must come out of her Uncle Reginald's pocket. She could

not go to Stalham without some expenditure, which, as she well knew, it would be hard for him to bear. And

then there was that terrible question of her clothes! When that suggestion had been made of a further transfer

of the nieces a cheque had come from Sir Thomas. "If Ayala comes to us she will want a few things," Sir

Thomas had said in a note to Mrs Dosett. But Mr Dosett had chosen that the cheque should be sent back

when it was decided that the further transfer should not take place. The cheque had been sent back, and there

had been an end of it. There must be a morning dress, and there must be another hat, and there must be boots.

So much Mrs Dosett acknowledged. Let them do what they might with the old things, Mrs Dosett

acknowledged that so much as that would at least be necessary. "We will both go to work," Mrs Dosett said,

"and we will ask your uncle what he can do for us." I think she felt that she had received some recompense

It was after this that Ayala discussed the matter with herself. She had longed to go once again to Stalham

"dear Stalham", as she called it to herself. And as she thought of the place she told herself that she loved it

because Lady Albury had been so kind to her, and because of Nina, and because of the hunting, and because

of the general pleasantness and luxury of the big comfortable house. And yes; there was something to be said,

too, of the pleasantness of Colonel Stubbs. Till he had made love to her he had been, perhaps, of all these fine

new friends the pleasantest. How joyous his voice had sounded to her! How fraught with gratification to her

had been his bright ugly face! How well he had known how to talk to her, and to make her talk, so that

everything had been easy with her! How thoroughly she remembered all his drollery on that first night at the

party in London and all his keen sayings at the theatre and the way he had insisted that she should

hunt! She thought of little confidences she had had with him, almost as though he had been her brother! And

Was he to be her lover still; and if so would it be right that she should go again to Stalham, knowing that she

would meet him there? Would it be right that she should consent to travel with him under his special

escort? Were she to do so would she not be forced to do more if he should again ask her? It was so

probable that he would not ask her again! It was so strange that such a one should have asked her!

But if he did ask her? Certainly he was not like that Angel of Light whom she had never seen, but of whom

the picture in her imagination was as clearly drawn as though she were in his presence daily. No there was

a wave of hair and a shape of brow, and a peculiarity of the eye, with a nose and mouth cut as sharp as chisel

could cut them out of marble, all of which graced the Angel but none of which belonged to the Colonel. Nor

were these the chief of the graces which made the Angel so glorious to her. There was a depth of poetry about

him, deep and clear, pellucid as a lake among grassy banks, which made all things of the world mean when

compared to it. The Angel of Light lived on the essence of all that was beautiful, altogether unalloyed by the

grossness of the earth. That such a one should come in her way! Oh, no; she did not look for it! But, having

formed such an image of an angel for herself, would it be possible that she should have anything less divine,

Yes; there was something of the Angel about him; even about him, Colonel Jonathan Stubbs. But he was so

clearly an Angel of the earth, whereas the other one, though living upon the earth, would be of the air, and of

the sky, of the clouds, and of the heaven, celestial. Such a one she knew she had never seen. She partly

dreamed that she was dreaming. But if so had not her dream spoilt her for all else? Oh, yes; indeed he was

good, this redhaired ugly Stubbs. How well had he behaved to Tom! How kind he had been to herself! How

thoughtful of her he was! If it were not a question of downright love of giving herself up to him, body and

soul, as it were how pleasant would it be to dwell with him! For herself she would confess that she loved

earthly things such as jumping over the brook with Larry Twentyman before her to show her the way. But

for her love, it was necessary that there should be an Angel of Light. Had she not read that angels had come

But was it right that she should go to Stalham, seeing that there were two such strong reasons against it? She

could not go without costing her uncle money, which he could ill afford; and if she did go would she

would she not confess that she had abandoned her objection to the Colonel's suit? She, too, understood

something of that which had made itself so plain to her aunt. "Your uncle thinks it is right that you should

go," her aunt said to her in the drawingroom that evening; "and we will set to work tomorrow and do the

Her uncle was sitting in the room at the time and Ayala felt herself compelled to go to him and kiss him, and

thank him for all his kindness. "I am so sorry to cost you so much money, Uncle Reginald," she said.

"It will not be very much, my dear," he answered. "It is hard that young people should not have some

"They always make people happy at Stalham," said Ayala, energetically. "And now, Ayala," said her aunt,

"you can write your letter to Lady Albury before we go out tomorrow. Give her my compliments, and tell her

that as you are writing I need not trouble her." Ayala, when she was alone in her bedroom, felt almost

horrified as she reflected that in this manner the question had been settled for her. It had been impossible for

her to reject her uncle's liberal offer when it had been made. She could not find the courage at that moment to

say that she had thought better of it all, and would decline the visit. Before she was well aware of what she

was doing she had assented, and had thus, as it were. thrown over all the creations of her dream. And yet, as

she declared herself, not even Lady Albury could make her marry this man, merely because she was at her

house. She thought that, if she could only avoid that first journey with Colonel Stubbs in the railway, still she

might hold her own. But, were she to travel with him of her own accord, would it not be felt that she would

be wilfully throwing herself in his way? Then she made a little plan for herself, which she attempted to carry

out when writing her letter to Lady Albury on the following morning. What was the nature of her plan, and

It is so very good of you to ask me again, and I shall be so happy to visit Stalham once more! I should have

been very sorry not to see dear Nina before her return to Italy. I have written to congratulate her of course,

and have told her what a happy girl I think she is. Though I have not seen Lord George I take all that from her

description. As she is going to be his wife immediately, I don't at all see why he should not go back with her

to Rome. As for being married by the Pope, I don't think he ever does anything so useful as that. I believe he

sits all day and has his toe kissed. That is what they told me at Rome. I am very glad of what you tell me

about the certain gentleman, because I don't think I could have been happy at Stalham if he had been there. It

surprised me so much that I could not think that he meant it in earnest. We never hardly spoke to each other

Perhaps, if you don't mind, and I shan't be in the way, [here she began to display the little plan which she had

made for her own protection] I will come down by an earlier train than you mention. There is one at 2.15, and

then I need not be in the dark all the way. You need not say anything about this to Colonel Stubbs, because I

This was her little plan. But she was very innocent when she thought that Lady Albury would be blind to

such a scheme as that. She got three words from Lady Albury, saying that the 2.15 train would do very well,

and that the carriage would be at the station to meet her. Lady Albury did not also say in her note that she had

communicated with Colonel Stubbs on the subject, and informed him that he must come up from Aldershot

earlier than he intended in order that he might adapt himself to Ayala's whims. "Foolish little child!" said

Lady Albury to herself. "As if that would make any difference!" It was clear to Lady Albury that Ayala must

surrender now that she was coming to Stalham a second time, knowing that the Colonel would be there.

The correspondence between Lady Albury and Colonel Stubbs was close and frequent, the friendship

between them being very close. Ayala had sometimes asked herself why Lady Albury should have been so

kind and affectionate to her, and had failed to find any sufficient answer. She had been asked to Stalham at

first so far as she knew because she had been intimate at Rome with the Marchesa Baldoni. Hence had

apparently risen Lady Albury's great friendship, which had seemed even to herself to be strange. But in truth

the Marchesa had had very little to do with it nor had Lady Albury become attached to Ayala for Ayala's

own sake. To Lady Albury Colonel Stubbs was as she declared to herself very often "her own real

brother". She had married a man very rich, well known in the world, whom she loved very well; and she was

not a woman who in such a position would allow herself to love another man. That there might certainly be

no danger of this kind she was continually impressing on her friend the expediency of marriage if only he

could find someone good enough to marry. Then the Colonel had found Ayala. Lady Albury at the beginning

of all this was not inclined to think that Ayala was good enough. Judging at first from what she heard and

then from what she saw, she had not been very favourable to Ayala. But when her friend had insisted had

declared that his happiness depended on it had shown by various signs that he certainly would carry out

his intentions, if not at Stalham then elsewhere, Lady Albury had yielded herself to him, and had become

Ayala's great friend. If it was written in the book that Ayala was to become Mrs Stubbs then it would

certainly be necessary that she and Ayala should be friends. And she herself had such confidence in Jonathan

Stubbs as a man of power, that she did not doubt of his success in any matter to which he might choose to

devote himself. The wonder had been that Ayala should have rejected the chance when it had come in her

way. The girl had been foolish, allowing herself to be influenced by the man's red hair and illsounding name

not knowing a real pearl when she saw it. So Lady Albury had thought having only been partially right

in so thinking not having gone to the depth of Ayala's power of dreaming. She was very confident,

however, that the girl, when once again at Stalham, would yield herself easily; and therefore she went to

work, doing all that she could to smoothen love's road for her friend Jonathan. Her woman's mind had seen

all those difficulties about clothes, and would have sent what was needful herself had she not feared to offend

both the Dosetts and Ayala. Therefore she prepared a present which she could give to the girl at Stalham

without offence. If it was to be the girl's high fate to become Mrs Jonathan Stubbs, it would be proper that she

should be adorned and decked, and made beautiful among others of her class as would become the wife of

Of all that passed between her and Ayala word was sent down to Aldershot. "The stupid little wretch will

throw you out, I know," wrote Lady Albury, "by making you start two hours before you have done your

work. But you must let your work do itself for this occasion. There is nothing like a little journey together to

The Colonel was clearly determined to have the little journey together. Whatever might be the present

military duties at Aldershot, the duties of love were for the nonce in the Colonel's mind more imperative.

Though his Royal Highness had been coming that afternoon to inspect all the troops, still he would have

resolved so to have arranged matters as to travel down with Ayala to Stalham. But not only was he

determined to do this, but he found it necessary also to arrange a previous meeting with Lady Albury before

that important twentieth of the month. This he did by making his friend believe that her presence in London

for a few hours would be necessary for various reasons. She came up as he desired, and there he met her at

her hotel in Jermyn Street. On his arrival here he felt that he was almost making a fool of himself by the

extent of his anxiety. In his nervousness about this little girl he was almost as insane as poor Tom Tringle,

who, when she despised his love, was altogether unable to control himself. "If I cannot persuade her at last, I

shall be knocking somebody over the head, as he did." It was thus he was talking to himself as he got out of

"And now, Jonathan," said Lady Albury, "what can there possibly be to justify you in giving me all this

"I know that I have given that as a reason to Sir Harry; but I know also that I should have gone without a

"The truth is I could not get down to Stalham and back without losing an additional day, which I cannot

"Nor how much money I spend, nor how much labour I take, so that I obey all the commands of Colonel

"There are one or two things", said he, "that I want you to understand. In the first place, I am quite in earnest

"But perhaps you do not understand the full extent of my earnestness. If she were to refuse me ultimately I

"Oh; that I have not at all thought of probably to India, as I might manage to get a regiment there. But in

"That is very likely, because in this matter I think and feel like a goose. It is not a great thing in a man to be

turned out of his course by some undefined feeling which he has as to a young woman. But the thing has

"What on earth is there about the girl?" asked Lady Albury. "There is that precious brotherinlaw of ours

going to hang himself incontinently because she will not look at him. And that unfortunate friend of yours,

"If two other gentlemen are in the same condition it only makes it the less singular that I should be the third.

"Indeed I do. As to our connection with Miss Dormer, I can see no difference. We are all in love with her,

and she has refused us all. It matters little whether a man's ugliness or his rings or his natural stupidity may

"I always was, only you never could see it. I am modest in this matter; but not for that reason the less

persistent in doing the best I can for myself. My object now in seeing you is to let you understand that it is

well, not life and death, because she will not suffice either to kill me or to keep me alive but one of those

matters which, in a man's career, are almost as important to him as life and death. She was very decided in

"So is every girl when a first offer is made to her. How is any girl so to arrange her thoughts at a moment's

"Very rarely, I think; and when they do they are hardly worth having," said Lady Albury, laying down the

law on the matter with great precision. "If a girl accept a man all at once when she has had, as it were, no

preparation for such a proposal, she must always surely be in a state of great readiness for matrimonial

projects. When there has been a prolonged period of spooning then of course it is quite a different thing. The

whole thing has in fact been arranged before the important word has been spoken."

"The odd thing is, that such a one as you should be so ignorant. Can't you understand that she would not

come to Stalham if her mind were made up against you? I said nothing of you as a lover, but I took care to let

her know that you were coming. You are very ready to put yourself in the same boat with poor Ben Batsby or

that other unfortunate wretch. Would she, do you think, have consented to come had she known that Ben

There was much more of it, but the upshot was as the Colonel had intended that it should be that Lady

Albury was made to understand that Ayala's goodwill was essential to his happiness. "Of course I will do my

best," she said, as he parted from her. "Though I am not quite as much in love with her myself as you are, yet

I will do my best." Then when she was left alone, and was prosecuting her inquiries about the new cook, and

travelling back in the afternoon to Stalham, she again considered how wonderful a thing it was such a girl as

Ayala, so small, apparently so unimportant, so childish in her manner, with so little to say for herself, should

become a person of such terrible importance. The twentieth came, and at ten minutes before two Ayala was at

the Paddington Railway Station. The train, which was to start at 2.15, had been chosen by herself so that she

might avoid the Colonel, and there she was, with her aunt, waiting for it. Mrs Dosett had thought it to be her

duty to see her off, and had come with her in the cab. There were the two boxes laden with her wardrobe,

such as it was. Both she and her aunt had worked hard; for though as she had declared to herself there

was no special reason for it, still she had wished to look her best. As she saw the boxes put into the van, and

had told herself how much shabbier they were than the boxes of other young ladies who went visiting to such

houses as Stalham, she rejoiced that Colonel Stubbs was not there to see them. And she considered whether it

was possible that Colonel Stubbs should recognise a dress which she had worn at Stalham before, which was

now to appear in a quite altered shape. She wondered also whether it would be possible that Colonel Stubbs

should know how poor she was. As she was thinking of all this there was Colonel Stubbs on the platform.

She had never doubted but that her little plan would be efficacious. Nor had her aunt doubted who had

seen through the plan, though not a word had been spoken between them on the subject. Mrs Dosett had

considered it to be impossible that a Colonel engaged on duties of importance at Aldershot should run away

from them to wait upon a child like Ayala even though he had professed himself to be in love with the

child. She had never seen the Colonel, and on this occasion did not expect to see him. But there he was, all

"My aunt, Mrs Dosett," whispered Ayala. Then the Colonel began to talk to the elder lady as though the

younger lady were a person of very much less importance. Yes, he had run up from Aldershot a little earlier

than he had intended. There had been nothing particular to keep him down at Aldershot. It had always been

his intention to go to Stalham on this day, and he was glad of the accident which was bringing Miss Dormer

there just at the same time. He spent a good deal of his time at Stalham because Sir Harry and he, who were

in truth cousins, were as intimate as brothers. He always lived at Stalham when he could get away from duty

and was not in London. Stalham was a very nice place certainly; one of the most comfortable houses he knew

in England. So he went on till he almost made Mrs Dosett believe, and did make Ayala believe, that his visit

to Stalham had nothing to do with herself. And yet Mrs Dosett knew that the offer had been made. Ayala

bethought herself that she did not care so much for the remanufactured frock after all, nor yet for the shabby

appearance of the boxes. The real Angel of Light would not care for her frock nor for her boxes; and certainly

would not be indifferent after the fashion of of ! Then she began to reflect that she was making a fool

She was put into the carriage, Mr Dosett having luckily decided against the use of the second class. Going to

such a house as Stalham Ayala ought, said Mr Dosett, to go as any other lady would. Had it been himself or

his wife it would have been very different; but for Ayala, on such an occasion as this, he would be

extravagant. Ayala was therefore put into her seat while the Colonel stood at the door outside, still talking to

Mrs Dosett. "I don't think she will be let to come away at the end of a week," said the Colonel. "Sir Harry

doesn't like people to come away very soon." Ayala heard this, and thought that she remembered that Sir

Harry himself was very indifferent as to the coming and going of the visitors. "They go up to London about

the end of March," said the Colonel, "and if Miss Dormer were to return about a week before it would do

"Oh, no," said Ayala, putting her head out of the window; "I couldn't think of staying so long as that." Then

the last final bustle was made by the guard; the Colonel got in, the door was shut, and Mrs Dosett, standing

There were only four persons in the carriage. In the opposite corner there were two old persons probably a

husband and wife, who had been very careful as to a footwarming apparatus, and were muffled up very

closely in woollen and furs. "If you don't mind shutting the door, Sir," said the old gentleman, rather testily,

"because my wife has a pain in her face." The door absolutely was shut when the words were spoken, but the

Colonel made some sign of closing all the apertures. But there was a ventilator above, which the old lady

spied. "It you don't mind shutting that hole up there, Sir, because my husband is very bad with neuralgia."

The Colonel at once got up and found that the ventilator was fast closed, so as not to admit a breath of air.

"There are draughts come in everywhere," said the old gentleman. "The Company ought to be prosecuted." "I

believe the more people they kill the better they like it," said the old lady. Then the Colonel looked at Ayala

with a very grave face, with no hint at a smile, with a face which must have gratified even the old lady and

gentleman. But Ayala understood the face, and could not refrain from a little laugh. She laughed only with

"The weather has been very severe all day," said the Colonel, in a severe voice.

Ayala protested that she had not found it cold at all. "Then, Miss, I think you must be made of granite," said

the old lady. "I hope you'll remember that other people are not so fortunate." Ayala again smiled, and the

Colonel made another effort as though to prevent any possible breath of air from making its way into the

There was silence among them for some minutes, and then Ayala was quite surprised by the tone in which

her friend addressed her. "What an illnatured girl you must be", said he, "to have put me to such a terrible

"Yes, you did. Why wouldn't you come down by the four o'clock train as I told you? Now I've left everything

undone, and I shouldn't wonder if I get into such a row at the Horse Guards that I shall never hear the end of

it. And now you are not a bit grateful." "Yes, I am grateful; but I didn't want you to come at all," she said.

"Of course I should come. I didn't think you were so perverse." "I'm not perverse, Colonel Stubbs."

"When young persons are perverse, it is my opinion they oughtn't to be encouraged," said the old lady from

"My dear, you know nothing about it," said the old gentleman. "Yes, I do," said the old lady. "I know all

about it. Whatever she does a young lady ought not to be perverse. I do hate perversity. I am sure that hole up

there must be open, Sir, for the wind does come in so powerful." Colonel Stubbs again jumped up and poked

In the meantime Ayala was laughing so violently that she could with difficulty prevent herself from making a

noise, which; she feared, would bring down increased wrath upon her from the old lady. That feigned

scolding from the Colonel at once brought back upon her the feeling of sudden and pleasant intimacy which

she had felt when he had first come and ordered her to dance with him at the ball in London. It was once

again with her as though she knew this man almost more intimately, and certainly more pleasantly, than any

of her other acquaintances. Whatever he said she could answer him now, and pretend to scold him, and have

her joke with him as though no offer had ever been made. She could have told him now all the story of that

turned dress, if that subject had come naturally to her, or have laughed with him at her own old boxes, and

confided to him any other of the troubles of her poverty, as if they were jokes which she could share at any

rate with him. Then he spoke again. "I do abominate a perverse young woman," he said. Upon this Ayala

After a while the two old people became quite familiar, and there arose a contest, in which the lady took part

with the Colonel, and the old man protected Ayala. The Colonel spoke as though he were quite in earnest,

and went on to declare that the young ladies of the present time were allowed far too much licence. "They

never have their own bread to earn," he said, "and they ought to make themselves agreeable to other people

"I quite agree with you, Sir," said the old lady. "They should run about and be handy. I like to see a girl that

"Young ladies ought to be young ladies," said the old man, putting his mouth for a moment up out of his

"It is her special province to be ornamental," said the old gentleman. "I like to see young ladies ornamental. I

don't think young ladies ought to be scolded, even if they are a little fractious."

"I quite agree with you, Sir," said Ayala. And so the fight went on with sundry breaks and changes in the

matter under discussion till the station for Stalham had been reached. The old gentleman, indeed, seemed to

lose his voice before the journey was half over, but the lady persevered, so that she and the Colonel became

such fast friends that she insisted on shaking hands with him when he left the carriage.

"How could you be so wicked as to go on hoaxing her like that?" said Ayala, as soon as they were on the

"There was no hoax at all. I was quite in earnest. Was not every word true that I said? Now come and get into

Ayala did get into the carriage quickly, where she found Nina. The two girls were full of conversation as they

went to Stalham; but through it all Ayala could not refrain from thinking how the Jonathan Stubbs of today

had been exactly like that Jonathan Stubbs she had first known and how very unlike a lover.

When Ayala went to Stalham Captain Batsby went to Merle Park. They had both been invited by Lady

Tringle, and when the letter was written to Ayala she was assured that Tom should not be there. At that time

Tom's last encounter with the police had not as yet become known to the Tringles, and the necessity of

keeping Tom at the house in the country was not manifest. The idea had been that Captain Batsby should

have an opportunity of explaining himself to Ayala. The Captain came; but, as to Ayala, Mrs Dosett sent

word to say that she had been invited to stay some days just at that time with her friend Lady Albury at

What to do with Captain Batsby had been felt to be a difficulty by Lady Albury. It was his habit to come to

Stalham some time in March and there finish the hunting season. It might be hoped that Ayala's little affair

might be arranged early in March, and then, whether he came or whether he did not, it would be the same to

Ayala. But the Captain himself would be grievously irate when he should hear the trick which would have

been played upon him. Lady Albury had already desired him not to come till after the first week in March,

having fabricated an excuse. She had been bound to keep the coast clear both for Ayala's sake and the

Colonel's; but she knew that when her trick should be discovered there would be unmeasured wrath. "Why

the deuce don't you let the two men come and then the best man may win!" said Sir Harry who did not doubt

but that, in such a case, the Colonel would prove to be the best man. Here too there was another difficulty.

When Lady Albury attempted to explain that Ayala would not come unless she were told that she would not

meet the Captain, Sir Harry declared that there should be no such favour. "Who the deuce is this little girl,"

he asked, "that everybody should be knocked about in this way for her?" Lady Albury was able to pacify the

husband, but she feared that any pacifying of the Captain would be impossible. There would be a family

In the meantime the Captain was kept in absolute ignorance of Ayala's movements, and went down to Merle

Park hoping to meet her there. He must have been very much in love, for Merle Park was by no means a spot

well adapted for hunting. Hounds there were in the neighbourhood, but he turned up his nose at the offer

when Sir Thomas suggested that he might bring down a hunter. Captain Batsby, when he went on hunting

expeditions, never stirred without five horses, and always confined his operations to six or seven favoured

counties. But Ayala just at present was more to him than hunting, and therefore, though it was now the end of

"It was all Sir Thomas's doing." It was thus that Lady Tringle endeavoured to console herself when

discussing the matter with her daughters. The Honourable Septimus Traffick had now gone up to London,

and was inhabiting a single room in the neighbourhood of the House. Augusta was still at Merle Park, much

to the disgust of her father. He did not like to tell her to be gone; and would indeed have been glad enough of

her presence had it not been embittered by the feeling that he was being "done". But there she remained, and

in discussing the affairs of the Captain with her mother and Gertrude was altogether averse to the suggested

marriage for Ayala. To her thinking Ayala was not entitled to a husband at all. Augusta had never given way

in the affair of Tom had declared her conviction that Stubbs had never been in earnest;, and was of

opinion that Captain Batsby would be much better off at Merle Park without Ayala than he would have been

in that young lady's presence. When he arrived nothing was said to him at once about Ayala. Gertrude, who

recovered from the great sickness occasioned by Mr Houston's misconduct, though the recovery was intended

only to be temporary, made herself as pleasant as possible. Captain Batsby was made welcome, and remained

During this time he found Gertrude to be a very agreeable companion, but he made Mrs Traffick his first

confidant. "Well, you know, Captain Batsby, to tell you the truth, we are not very fond of our cousin."

"So we know. My father is perhaps a little mistaken about Ayala." "Was she not asked?" demanded Captain

"Oh, yes; she was asked. She has been asked very often, because she is mamma's niece, and did live with us

once for a short time. But she did not come. In fact she won't go anywhere, unless "

"Jonathan Stubbs. Oh dear, yes; very intimately. He is a sort of connection of mine. He is my halfbrother's

"Not at all. I don't like him, if you mean that. He always takes everything upon himself down at Stalham."

"Haven't you heard of that?" asked Mrs Traffick. "Why she is at Stalham with the Alburys this moment,

and I do not doubt that Colonel Stubbs is there also. She would not have gone had she not been sure of

This disturbed the Captain so violently that for two or three hours he kept himself apart, not knowing what to

do with himself or where to betake himself. Could this be true about Jonathan Stubbs? There had been

moments of deep jealousy down at Stalham; but then he had recovered from that, having assured himself that

he was wrong. It had been Larry Twentyman and not Jonathan Stubbs who had led the two girls over the

brook into which Stubbs had simply fallen, making himself an object of pity. But now again the Captain

believed it all. It was on this account, then, that his halfsisterinlaw, Rosaline, had desired him to stay

away from Stalham for the present! He knew well how high in favour with Lady Albury was that traitor

Stubbs; how it was by her favour that Stubbs, who was no more than a second cousin, was allowed to do just

what be pleased in the stables, while Sir Harry himself, the Master of the Hounds, confined himself to the

kennel! He was determined at first to leave Merle Park and start instantly for Stalham, and had sent for his

servant to begin the packing of his things; but as he thought of it more maturely he considered that his arrival

at Stalham would be very painful to himself as well as to others. For the others he did not much care, but he

saw clearly that the pain to himself would be very disagreeable. No one at Stalham would be glad to see him.

Sir Harry would be disturbed, and the other three persons with whom he was concerned Lady Albury,

Stubbs, and Ayala would be banded together in hostility against him. What chance would he have under

such circumstances? Therefore he determined that he would stay at Merle Park yet a little longer.

And, after all, was Ayala worth the trouble which he had proposed to take for her? How much had he offered

her, how scornfully had his offer been received, and how little had she to give him in return! And now he had

been told that she was always running after Jonathan Stubbs! Could it be worth his while to run after a girl

who was always running after Jonathan Stubbs? Was he not much higher in the world than Jonathan Stubbs,

seeing that he had, at any rate, double Stubbs's income? Stubbs was a redhaired, ugly, impudent fellow, who

made his way wherever he went simply by "cheek'! Upon reflection, he found that it would be quite beneath

him to run after any girl who could so demean herself as to run after Jonathan Stubbs. Therefore he came

down to dinner on that evening with all his smiles, and said not a word about Ayala to Sir Thomas, who had

"Is he very much provoked?" Sir Thomas asked his wife that evening. "Provoked about what?"

"He seems to be making himself very comfortable, and hasn't said a word to me about Ayala. I am sick of

Ayala. Poor Tom is going to be really ill." Then Sir Thomas frowned, and said nothing more on that

Tom was certainly in an uncomfortable position, and never left his bed till after noon. Then he would mope

about the place, moping even worse than he did before, and would spend the evening all alone in the

housekeeper's room, with a pipe in his mouth, which he seemed hardly able to take the trouble to keep alight.

There were three or four other guests in the house, including two honourable Miss Trafficks, and a couple of

young men out of the City, whom Lady Tringle hoped might act as antidotes to Houston and Hamel. But with

none of them would Tom associate. With Captain Batsby he did form some little intimacy; driven to it, no

doubt, by a community of interest. "I believe you were acquainted with my cousin, Miss Dormer, at

Stalham?" asked Tom. At that moment the two were sitting over the fire in the housekeeper's room, and

"Oh, yes," said Captain Batsby, pricking up his ears, "I saw a good deal of her."

"For a real romantic style of beauty, I don't suppose that the world ever saw her like before. Did you?"

"Are you one among your cousin's admirers?" demanded the Captain. "Am I?" asked Tom, surprised that

there should be anybody who had not as yet heard his tragic story. "Am I one of her admirers? Why

"Yes; to fight a duel. I sent my friend Faddle down with a letter to Stalham, but it was of no use. Why should

"I fear so! I fear so! Oh, yes; it is too true. Then you know;" and as he came to this portion of his story he

jumped up from his chair and frowned fiercely "then, you know, I met him under the portico of the

"He behaved like a hero," said Tom. "I do think that he behaved like a hero though of course I hate him."

The bitterness of expression was here very great. "He wouldn't let them lock me up. Though, in the matter of

that, I should have been best pleased if they would have locked me up for ever, and kept me from the sight of

the world. Admire that girl, Captain Batsby! I don't think that I ever heard of a man who loved a girl as I love

her. I do not hesitate to say that I continue to walk the world in the way of not committing suicide, I mean

simply because there is still a possibility while she has not as yet stood at the hymeneal altar with another

man. I would have shot Stubbs willingly, though I knew I was to be tried for it at the Old Bailey and

hung! I would have done it willingly willingly; or any other man." After that Captain Batsby thought it

And how foolish would it be for a man like himself, with a good fortune of his own, to marry any girl who

had not a sixpence! The Captain was led into this vain thought by the great civility displayed to him by the

ladies of the house. With Lucy, whom he knew to be Ayala's sister, he had not prospered very well. It came

to his ears that she was out of favour with her aunt, and he therefore meddled with her but little. The Tringle

ladies, however, were very kind to him so kind that he was tempted to think less than ever of one who had

been so little courteous to him as Ayala. Mrs Traffick was of course a married woman, and it amounted to

nothing. But Gertrude ! All the world knew that Septimus Traffick without a shilling of his own had

become the happy possessor of a very large sum of money. He, Batsby, had more to recommend him than

Traffick! Why should not he also become a happy possessor? He went away for a week's hunting into

At this time Miss Tringle had quite recovered her health. She had dropped all immediate speech as to Mr

Houston. Had she not been provoked, she would have allowed all that to drop into oblivion. But a married

sister may take liberties. "You are well rid of him, I think," said Augusta. Gertrude heaved a deep sigh. She

did not wish to acknowledge herself to be rid of him until another string were well fitted to her bow. "After

all, a man with nothing to do in the world, with no profession, no occupation, with no money "

"He has a seat in Parliament, which is very much more than fortune, and will undoubtedly be in power when

his party comes in. And he is a man of birth. But Frank Houston had nothing to recommend him."

"The Queen, who is the fountain of honour, made his father a nobleman, and that constitutes birth." This the

married sister said with stern severity of manner, and perfect reliance on the constitutional privileges of her

"Not at all. Mr Houston has behaved very badly, and I suppose there is an end of him as far as this house is

concerned. Captain Batsby seems to me to be a very nice young man, and I suppose he has got money. A man

"He has got both," said Gertrude, which, however, was not true, as Captain Batsby had left the service.

"Have you forgotten my cousin so soon?" Gertrude asked one day, as she was walking with the happy

"Inconstancy in men is generally considered as an offence," said Gertrude. What it might be in women she

did not just then declare. "After all I have heard of your cousin since I have been here, I should hardly have

"And that she is flirting with a man I particularly dislike." "I suppose she does make herself rather peculiar

"And, after all, only think how little I saw of her! She is pretty." "So some people think. I never saw it

myself," said Gertrude. "We always thought her a mass of affectation. We had to turn her out of the house

once, you know. She was living here, and then it was that her sister had to come in her place. It is not their

fault that they have got nothing poor girls! They are mamma's nieces, and so papa always has one of

them." After that forgiveness was accorded to the Captain on account of his fickle conduct, and Gertrude

consented to accept of his services in the guise of a lover. That this was so Mrs Traffick was well aware. Nor

was Lady Tringle very much in the dark. Frank Houston was to be considered as good as gone, and if so it

would be well that her daughter should have another string. She was tired of the troubles of the girls around

her, and thought that as Captain Batsby was supposed to have an income he would do as a soninlaw. But

she had not hitherto been consulted by the young people, who felt among themselves that there still might be

a difficulty. The difficulty lay with Sir Thomas. Sir Thomas had brought Captain Batsby there to Merle Park

as Ayala's lover, and as he had been very little at home was unaware of the changes which had taken place.

And then Gertrude was still supposed to be engaged to Mr Houston, although this lover had been so violently

rejected by himself. The ladies felt that, as he was made of sterner stuff than they, so would it be more

difficult to reconcile him to the alterations which were now proposed in the family arrangements. Who was to

bell the cat? "Let him go to papa in the usual way, and ask his leave," said Mrs Traffick.

"I did suggest that," said Gertrude, "but he seems not to like to do it quite yet."

"I do not know that he is more a coward than anybody else. I remember when Septimus was quite afraid to go

near papa. But then Benjamin has got money of his own, which does make a difference." "It's quite untrue

saying that Septimus was ever afraid of papa. Of course he knows his position as a Member of Parliament too

"It is a little odd about Ayala," said Gertrude, resuming her confidential tone. "It is so hard to make papa

understand about these kind of things. I declare I believe he thinks that I never ought to speak to another man

All this was in truth so strange to Sir Thomas that he could not understand any of the existing perplexities.

Why did Captain Batsby remain as a guest at Merle Park? He had no special dislike to the man, and when

Lady Tringle had told him that she had asked the Captain to prolong his visit he had made no objection. But

why should the man remain there, knowing as he did now that there was no chance of Ayala's coming to

Merle Park? At last, on a certain Saturday evening, he did make inquiry on the subject. "What on earth is that

"Perhaps he likes the place as well as Septimus Traffick, and means to live here always!" Such allusions as

these were constant with Sir Thomas, and were always received by Lady Tringle with dismay and grief.

Lady Tringle had felt that the time had come in which some word should be said as to the Captain's

intentions; but she feared to say it. She dreaded to make the clear explanation to her husband. "Perhaps", said

"Then what the deuce do you mean? He came here after Ayala, because I wanted to have all that nonsense

settled about Tom. Ayala is not here, nor likely to be here; and I don't know why he should stay here

philandering away his time. I hate men in a country house who are thorough idlers. You had better take an

All this was repeated by Lady Tringle to Mrs Traffick, and by Mrs Traffick to Gertrude. Then they felt that

this was no time for Captain Batsby to produce himself to Sir Thomas as a suitor for his youngest daughter.

"No doubt it will be very hard to make papa understand." This was said by Gertrude to her new lover a few

days after that order had been given that the lover should be sent away from Merle Park. The purport of the

order in all its severity had not been conveyed to Captain Batsby. The ladies had felt Gertrude had felt

very strongly that were he informed that the master of the house demanded his absence he would take

himself off at once. But still something had to be said and something done. Captain Batsby was, just at

present, in a matrimonial frame of mind. He had come to Merle Park to look for a wife, and, as he had missed

one, was, in his present mood, inclined to take another. But there was no knowing how long this might last.

Augusta had hinted that "something must be done, either with papa's consent or without it". Then there had

come the conversation in which Gertrude acknowledged the existing difficulty. "Papa, too, probably, would

"Of course it is odd. If you could go to him and tell him everything!" But the Captain, looking at the matter

all round, thought that he could not go to Sir Thomas and tell him anything. Then she began gently to

introduce the respectable clergyman at Ostend. It was not necessary that she should refer at length to the

circumstances under which she had studied the subject, but she gave Captain Batsby to understand that it was

But the money! "If Sir Thomas were made really angry, the consequences would be disastrous," said the

Captain. But Gertrude was of a different way of thinking. Her father was, no doubt, a man who could be very

imperious, and would insist upon having his own way as long as his own way was profitable to him. But he

"If you mean about the money," said Gertrude, "I am quite sure that it would all come right." He did mean

about the money, and was evidently uneasy in his mind when the suggested step was made manifest to him.

Gertrude was astonished to see how long and melancholy his face could become. "Papa was never unkind

about money in his life," said Gertrude. "He could not endure to have any of us poor."

On the next Saturday Sir Thomas again came down, and still found his guest at Merle Park. We are now a

little in advance of our special story, which is, or ought to be, devoted to Ayala. But, with the affairs of so

many lovers and their loves, it is almost impossible to make the chronicle run at equal periods throughout. It

was now more than three weeks since Ayala went to Stalham, and Lady Albury had written to the Captain

confessing something of her sin, and begging to be forgiven. This she had done in her anxiety to keep the

Captain away. He had not answered his sisterinlaw's letter, but, in his present frame of mind, was not at all

anxious to finish up the hunting season at Stalham. Sir Thomas, on his arrival, was very full of Tom's

projected tour. He had arranged everything except in regard to Tom's own assent. He had written to New

York, and had received back a reply from his correspondent assuring him that Tom should be made most

heartily welcome. It might be that Tom's fighting propensities had not been made known to the people of

New York. Sir Thomas had taken a berth on board of one of the Cunard boats, and had even gone so far as to

ask the Captain to come down for a day or two to Merle Park. He was so much employed with Tom that he

could hardly afford time and consideration to Captain Batsby and his affairs. Nevertheless he did ask a

question, and received an answer with which he seemed to be satisfied. "What on earth is that man staying

"He is going on Friday," replied Lady Tringle, doubtingly almost as though she thought that she would be

subjected to further anger because of this delay. But Sir Thomas dropped the subject, and passed on to some

matter affecting Tom's outfit. Lady Tringle was very glad to change the subject, and promised that everything

should be supplied befitting the hottest and coldest climates on the earth's surface.

"Why not? There are more than three weeks yet, and your mother will have everything ready for you. What

"I don't think I could go not on the nineteenth of April." "Well then, you must. I have taken your place,

and Firkin expects you at New York. They'll do everything for you there, and you'll find quite a new life. I

should have thought you'd have been delighted to get away from your wretched condition here."

"What is it, Tom? It makes me unhappy when I see you such a fool." "I am a fool! I know I am a fool!"

"Then make a new start of it. Cut and run, and begin the world again. You're young enough to forget all this."

"I suppose she is engaged to that man Stubbs! If I knew it for certain then I would go. If I went before, I

should only come back as soon as I got to New York. If they were once married and it were all done with I

think I could make a new start." In answer to this his father told him that he must go on the nineteenth of

April, whether Ayala were engaged or disengaged, married or unmarried that his outfit would be bought,

his cabin would be ready, circular notes for his use would be prepared, and everything would be arranged to

make his prolonged tour as comfortable as possible; but that if he did not start on that day all the Tringle

houses would be closed against him, and he would be turned penniless out into the world. "You'll have to

learn that I'm in earnest," said Sir Thomas, as he turned his back and walked away. Tom took himself off to

reflect whether it would not be a grand thing to be turned penniless out into the world and all for love!

By the early train on Monday Sir Thomas returned to London, having taken little or no heed of Captain

Batsby during his late visit to the country. Even at Merle Park Captain Batsby's presence was less important

than it would otherwise have been to Lady Tringle and Mrs Traffick, because of the serious nature of Sir

Thomas's decision as to his son. Lady Tringle perhaps suspected something. Mrs Traffick, no doubt, had her

own ideas as to her sister's position; but nothing was said and nothing was done. Both on the Wednesday and

on the Thursday Lady Tringle went up to town to give the required orders on Tom's behalf. On the Thursday

her elder daughter accompanied her, and returned with her in the evening. On their arrival they learnt that

neither Captain Batsby nor Miss Gertrude had been seen since ten o'clock; that almost immediately after

Lady Tringle's departure in the morning Captain Batsby had caused all his luggage to be sent into Hastings;

and that it had since appeared that a considerable number of Miss Gertrude's things were missing. There

could be no doubt that she had caused them to be packed up with the Captain's luggage. "They have gone to

Ostend, mamma," said Augusta. "I was sure of it, because I've heard Gertrude say that people can always get

It was at this time past seven o'clock, and Lady Tringle when she heard the news was so astounded that she

did not at first know how to act. It was not possible for her to reach Dover that night before the night boat for

Ostend should have started even could she have done any good by going there. Tom was in such a

condition that she hardly dared to trust him; but it was settled at last that she should telegraph at once to Sir

Thomas, in Lombard Street, and that Tom should travel up to London by the night train.

On the following morning Lady Tringle received a letter from Gertrude, posted by that young lady at Dover

You will be surprised on your return from London to find that we have gone. After much thinking about it we

determined it would be best, because we had quite made up our mind not to be kept separated. Ben was so

eager about it that I was obliged to yield. We were afraid that if we asked papa at once he would not have

given his consent. Pray give him my most dutiful love, and tell him that I am sure he will never have

occasion to be ashamed of his soninlaw. I don't suppose he knows, but it is the fact that Captain Batsby has

about three thousand a year of his own. It is very different from having nothing, like that wretch Frank

Houston, or, for that matter, Mr Traffick. Ben was quite in a position to ask papa, but things had happened

which made us both feel that papa would not like it just at present. We mean to be married at Ostend, and

then will come back as soon as you and papa say that you will receive us. In the meantime I wish you would

send some of my clothes after me. Of course I had to come away with very little luggage, because I was

obliged to have my things mixed up with Ben's. I did not dare to have my boxes brought down by the

servants. Could you send me the green silk in which I went to church the last two Sundays, and my pink

gauze, and the grey poplin? Please send two or three flannel petticoats, as I could not put them among his

things, and as many cuffs and collars as you can cram in. I suppose I can get boots at Ostend, but I should

like to have the hat with the little brown feather. There is my silk jacket with the fur trimming; I should like

to have that. I suppose I shall have to be married without any regular dress, but I am sure papa will make up

my trousseau to me afterwards. I lent a little lace fichu to Augusta; tell her I shall so like to have it.

Give papa my best love, and Augusta, and poor Tom, and accept the same from your affectionate daughter,

Sir Thomas did not receive the telegram till eleven o'clock, when he returned from dinner, and could do

nothing that night. On the next morning he was disturbed soon after five o'clock by Tom, who had come on

the same errand. "Idiots!" exclaimed Sir Thomas, "What on earth can they have gone to Ostend for? And

"They wouldn't care for you. No one will care for you until you have got rid of all this folly. I must go. Idiots!

Who is to marry them at Ostend? If they are fools enough to want to be married, why shouldn't they get

"Of course I shan't consent. But why should I consent a bit more because they have gone to Ostend? I don't

suppose anybody ever had such a set of fools about him as I have." This would have been hard upon Tom had

it not been that he had got beyond the feeling of any hardness from contempt or contumely. As he once said

of himself, all sense of other injury had been washed out of him by Ayala's unkindness.

On that very day Sir Thomas started for Ostend, and reached the place about two o'clock. Captain Batsby and

Gertrude had arrived only during the previous night, and Gertrude, as she had been very sick was still in bed.

Captain Batsby was not in bed. Captain Batsby had been engaged since an early hour in the morning looking

for that respectable clergyman of the Church of England of whose immediate services he stood in need. By

the time that Sir Thomas had reached Ostend he had found that no such clergyman was known in the place.

There was a regular English clergyman who would be very happy to marry him and to accept the usual

fees after the due performance of certain preliminaries as ordained by the law, and as usual at Ostend. The

lady, no doubt, could be married at Ostend, after such preliminaries as she might have been married also

in England. All this was communicated by the Captain to Gertrude who was still very unwell at her

bedroom door. Her conduct during this trying time was quite beyond reproach and also his as Captain

"What on earth, Sir, is the meaning of all this?" said Sir Thomas, encountering the man who was not his

"I have just run away with your daughter, Sir Thomas. That is the simple truth."

"I have behaved like a gentleman through it all, Sir Thomas," said the Captain, thus defending his own

character and the lady's. "You have behaved like a fool. What on earth am I to think of it, Sir? You were

asked down to my house because you gave me to understand that you proposed to ask my niece, Miss

Dormer, to be your wife; and now you have run away with my daughter. Is that behaviour like a gentleman?"

"Well, Sir?" Captain Batsby found the explanation very difficult; and hummed and hawed a great deal. "Do

you mean to say that it was a lie from beginning to end about Miss Dormer?" Great liberties of speech are

allowed to gentlemen whose daughters have been run away with, and whose hospitality has been outraged.

"Oh dear no. What I said then was quite true. It was my intention. But but ." The perspiration broke

out upon the unhappy man's brow as the great immediate trouble of his situation became clear to him. "There

was no lie no lie at all. I beg to assure you, Sir Thomas, that I am not a man to tell a lie."

"When I found how very superior a person your daughter was!" "It isn't a month since she was engaged to

somebody else," said the angry father, forgetting all propriety in his indignation. "Gertrude?" demanded

"Oh dear yes, altogether. She didn't come to Merle Park, you know. How was I to say anything to her when

"Why didn't you go away then, instead of remaining under a false pretence? Or why, at any rate, didn't you

tell me the truth?" "And what would you have me to do now?" asked Captain Batsby. "Go to the d " said

Gertrude had heard that her father was in the house, and endeavoured to hurry herself into her clothes while

the interview was going on between him and her father. But she was not yet perfectly arrayed when her father

burst into her room. "Oh, papa," she said, going down on her knees, "you do mean to forgive us?"

"I mean to do nothing of the kind. I mean to carry you home and have you locked up."

"Not with my leave. Why didn't you come and ask if you wanted to get yourselves married? Why didn't you

"Get up, you stupid girl. Why is it that my children are so much more foolish than other people's? I don't

"And as for him how can he care for you when it is but the other day he was in love with your cousin?"

"I can understand him, fool as he is. There is something for him to get. He won't get it, but he might think it

possible. As for you, I cannot understand you at all. What do you expect? It can't be for love of a

"A goodlooking fellow was Frank Houston; that at least may be said for him," continued the father,

determined to exasperate his daughter to the utmost. "I had half a mind to give way about him, because he

was a manly, outspoken fellow, though he was such an idle dog. If you'd gone off with him, I could have

"He was a scoundrel!" screamed Gertrude, remembering her ineffectual attempts to make her former lover

perform this same journey. "But this fellow! I cannot bring myself to believe that you really care for him."

"He has a good income of his own, while Houston was little better than a beggar."

"I'm glad of that," said Sir Thomas, "because there will be something for you to live upon. I can assure you

that Captain Batsby will never get a shilling of my money. Now, you had better finish dressing yourself, and

come down and eat your dinner with me if you've got any appetite. You will have to go back to Dover by the

"May Ben dine with us?" asked Gertrude, timidly. "Ben may go to the d . At any rate he had better not

The lovers, however, did get an opportunity of exchanging a few words, during which it was settled between

them that as the young lady must undoubtedly obey her father's behests, and return to Dover that night, it

would be well for Captain Batsby to remain behind at Ostend. Indeed, he spoke of making a little tour as far

as Brussels, in order that he might throw off the melancholy feelings which had been engendered. "You will

come to me again, Ben," she said. Upon this he looked very grave. "You do not mean to say that after all this

"What does that signify? Of course he is angry. If you could only hear how he has insulted me."

"So were you, Ben, for the matter of that." He did, however, before they parted, make her a solemn promise

that their engagement should remain an established fact, in spite both of father and mother.

Gertrude, who had now recovered the effects of her seasickness which, however, she would have to

encounter again so very quickly contrived to eat a hearty dinner with her father. There, however, arose a

little trouble. How should she contrive to pack up the clothes which she had brought with her, and which had

till lately been mixed with the Captain's garments? She did, however, at last succeed in persuading the

chambermaid to furnish her with a carpetbag, with which in her custody she arrived safely on the

Ayala's arrival at Stalham was full of delight to her. There was Nina with all her newfledged hopes and her

perfect assurance in the absolute superiority of Lord George Bideford to any other man either alive or dead.

Ayala was quite willing to allow this assurance to pass current, as her Angel of Light was as yet neither alive

nor dead. But she was quite certain wholly certain that when the Angel should come forth he would be

superior to Lord George. The first outpourings of all this took place in the carriage as Nina and Ayala were

driven from the station to the house, while the Colonel went home alone in a dogcart. It had been arranged

that nothing should be said to Ayala about the Colonel, and in the carriage the Colonel's name was not

mentioned. But when they were all in the hall at Stalham, taking off their cloaks and depositing their wraps,

standing in front of the large fire, Colonel Stubbs was there. Lady Albury was present also, welcoming her

guests, and Sir Harry, who had already come home from hunting, with one or two other men in red coats and

top breeches, and a small bevy of ladies who were staying in the house. Lady Albury was anxious to know

how her friend had sped with Ayala, but at such a moment no question could be asked. But Ayala's spirits

were so high that Lady Albury was at a loss to understand whether the whole thing had been settled by

Jonathan with success or whether, on the other hand, Ayala was so happy because she had not been

"What Stubbs?" asked Sir Harry, not quite understanding all the ins and outs of the matter.

"Yes, Sir Harry. There was an old lady and an old gentleman. They were very funny and he would laugh at

"He knew it would make me laugh out loud. I couldn't help myself, but he could be as grave as a judge all the

"A decent and truthspeaking old gentleman," said one of the sportsmen in top boots.

"Quite so but then the old lady said that I was perverse, and Colonel Stubbs took her part. If you had been

there, Lady Albury, you would have thought that he had been in earnest." "So I was," said the Colonel.

All this was very pleasant to Ayala. It was a return to the old joyousness when she had first discovered the

delight of having such a friend as Colonel Stubbs. Had he flattered her, paid her compliments, been soft and

delicate to her as a lover might have been she would have been troubled in spirit and heavy at heart.

But now it seemed as though all that lovemaking had been an episode which had passed away, and that the

old pleasant friendship still remained. As yet, while they were standing there in the hall, there had come no

moment for her to feel whether there was anything to regret in this. But certainly there had been comfort in it.

She had been able to appear before all her Stalham friends, in the presence even of the man himself, without

any of that consciousness which would have oppressed her had he come there simply as her acknowledged

Then they sat for a while drinking tea and eating buttered toast in the drawingroom. A supply of buttered

toast fully to gratify the wants of three or four men just home from hunting has never yet been created by the

resources of any establishment. But the greater marvel is that the buttered toast has never the slightest effect

on the dinner which is to follow in an hour or two. During this period the conversation turned chiefly upon

hunting which is of all subjects the most imperious. It never occurs to a hunting man to suppose that either

a lady, or a bishop, or a political economist, can be indifferent to hunting. There is something beyond

millinery beyond the interests of the church beyond the price of wheat in that great question

whether the hounds did or did not change their fox in Gobblegoose Wood. On the present occasion Sir Harry

was quite sure that the hounds did carry their fox through Gobblegoose Wood, whereas Captain Glomax, who

had formerly been master of the pack which now obeyed Sir Harry, was perfectly certain that they had got

upon another animal, who went away from Gobblegoose as fresh as paint. He pretended even to ridicule Sir

Harry for supposing that any fox could have run at that pace up Buddlecombe Hill who had travelled all the

way from Stickborough Gorse. To this Sir Harry replied resentfully that the Captain did not know what were

the running powers of a dogfox in March. Then he told various stories of what had been done in this way at

this special period of the year. Glomax, however, declared that he knew as much of a fox as any man in

England, and that he would eat both the foxes, and the wood, and Sir Harry, and, finally, himself, if the

animal which had run up Buddlecombe Hill was the same which they brought with them from Stickborough

Gorse into Gobblegoose Wood. So the battle raged, and the ladies no doubt were much interested as

would have been the bishop had he been there, or the political economist. After this Ayala was taken up into

her room, and left to sit there by herself for a while till Lady Albury should send her maid. "My dear," said

Lady Albury, "there is something on the bed which I expect you to wear tonight. I shall be brokenhearted if

it doesn't fit you. The frock is a present from Sir Harry; the scarf comes from me. Don't say a word about it.

Sir Harry always likes to make presents to young ladies." Then she hurried out of the room while Ayala was

still thanking her. Lady Albury had at first intended to say something about the Colonel as they were sitting

together over Ayala's fire, but she had made up her mind against this as soon as she saw their manner towards

each other on entering the house. If Ayala had accepted him at a word as they were travelling together, then

there would be need of no further interference in the matter. But if not, it would be better that she should hold

her peace for the present. Ayala's first instinct was to look at the finery which had been provided for her. It

was a light grey silk, almost pearl colour, as to which she thought she had never seen anything so lovely

before. She measured the waist with her eye, and knew at once that it would fit her. She threw the gauzy scarf

over her shoulders and turned herself round before the large mirror which stood near the fireplace. "Dear

Lady Albury!" she exclaimed; "dear Lady Albury!" It was impossible that she should have understood that

Lady Albury's affection had been shown to Jonathan Stubbs much rather than to her when those presents

She got rid of her travelling dress and her boots, and let down her hair, and seated herself before the fire that

she might think of it all in her solitude. Was she or was she not glad glad in sober earnest, glad now the

moment of her mirth had passed by, the mirth which had made her return to Stalham so easy for her was

she or was she not glad that this change had come upon the Colonel, this return to his old ways? She had got

her friend again, but she had lost her lover. She did not want the lover. She was sure of that. She was still sure

that if a lover would come to her who would be in truth acceptable such a lover as would enable her to

give herself up to him altogether, and submit herself to him as her lord and master he must be something

different from Jonathan Stubbs. That had been the theory of her life for many months past, a theory on which

she had resolved to rely with all her might from the moment in which this man had spoken to her of his love.

Would she give way and render up herself and all her dreams simply because the man was one to be liked?

She had declared to herself again and again that it should not be so. There should come the Angel of Light or

there should come no lover for her. On that very morning as she was packing up her boxes at Kingsbury

Crescent she had arranged the words in which, should he speak to her on the subject in the railway train, she

would make him understand that it could never be. Surely he would understand if she told him so simply,

with a little prayer that his suit might not be repeated. His suit had not been repeated. Nothing apparently had

been further from his intention. He had been droll, pleasant, friendly just like his old dear self. For in truth

the pleasantness and the novelty of his friendship had made him dear to her. He had gone back of his own

accord to the old ways, without any little prayer from her. Now was she contented? As the question would

thrust itself upon her in opposition to her own will, driving out the thoughts which she would fain have

welcomed, she gazed listlessly at the fire. If it were so, then for what purpose, then for what reason, had Lady

And why were all these grand people at Stalham so good to her to her, a poor little girl, whose ordinary

life was devoted to the mending of linen and to the furtherance of economy in the use of pounds of butter and

legs of mutton? Why was she taken out of her own sphere and petted in this new luxurious world? She had a

knowledge belonging to her if not quite what we may call common sense which told her that there

must be some cause. Of some intellectual capacity, some appreciation of things and words which were divine

in their beauty, she was half conscious. It could not be, she felt, that without some such capacity she should

have imaged to herself that Angel of Light. But not for such capacity as that had she been made welcome at

Stalham. As for her prettiness, her beauty of face and form, she thought about them not at all almost not at

all. In appearing in that palepearl silk, with that gauzy scarf upon her shoulders, she would take pride. Not

to be shamed among other girls by the poorness of her apparel was a pride to her. Perhaps to excel some

others by the prettiness of her apparel might be a pride to her. But of feminine beauty, as a great gift

bestowed upon her, she thought not at all. She would look in the mirror for the effect of the scarf, but not for

the effect of the neck and shoulders beneath it. Could she have looked in any mirror for the effect of the

dreams she had thus dreamed ah! that would have been the mirror in which she would have loved yet

Why was Lady Albury so kind to her? Perhaps Lady Albury did not know that Colonel Stubbs had changed

his mind. She would know it very soon, and then, maybe, everything would be changed. As she thought of

this she longed to put the pearl silk dress aside, and not to wear it as yet to put it aside so that it might

never be worn by her if circumstances should so require. It was to be hoped that the man had changed his

mind and to be hoped that Lady Albury would know that he had done so. Then she would soon see

whether there was a change. Could she not give a reason why she should not wear the dress this night? As she

sat gazing at the fire a tear ran down her cheek. Was it for the dress she would not wear, or for the lover

The question as to the dress was settled for her very soon. Lady Albury's maid came into the room not a

chit of a girl without a thought of her own except as to her own grandness in being two steps higher than the

kitchenmaid but a wellgrown, buxom, powerful woman, who had no idea of letting such a young lady

as Ayala do anything in the matter of dress but what she told her. When Ayala suggested something as to the

next evening in reference to the palepearl silk the buxom powerful woman poohpoohed her down in a

moment. What after Sir Harry had taken so much trouble about having it made; having actually inquired

about it with his own mouth. "Tonight, Miss; you must wear it tonight! My lady would be quite angry!" "My

lady not know what you wear! My lady knows what all the ladies wear morning, noon, and night." That

little plan of letting the dress lie by till she should know how she should be received after Colonel Stubbs's

change of mind had been declared, fell to the ground altogether under the hands of the buxom powerful

When she went into the drawingroom some of the guests were assembled. Sir Harry and Lady Albury were

there, and so was Colonel Stubbs. As she walked in Sir Harry was standing well in front of the fire, in

advance of the rug, so as to be almost in the middle of the room. Captain Glomax was there also, and the

discussion about the foxes was going on. It had occurred to Ayala that as the dress was a present from Sir

Harry she must thank him. So she walked up to him and made a little curtsey just before him. "Am I nice, Sir

"Upon my word", said Sir Harry, "that is the best spent tenpound note I ever laid out in my life." Then he

took her by the hand and gently turned her round, so as to look at her and her dress. "I don't know whether I

am nice, but you are," she said, curtseying again. Everybody felt that she had had quite a little triumph as she

subsided into a seat close by Lady Albury, who called her. As she seated herself she caught the Colonel's eye,

who was looking at her. She fancied that there was a tear in it. Then he turned himself and looked away into

"Sir Harry's heart. As for the other, cela va sans dire. You must go on wearing it every night for a week or Sir

Harry will want to know why you have left it off. If the woman had made it on you it couldn't have fitted

better. Baker' Baker was the buxom female "said that she knew it was right.You did that very prettily

"Indeed, I won't," said Ayala. Lady Albury, a few minutes afterwards, when she saw Ayala walking away

towards the drawingroom leaning on the Colonel's arm, acknowledged to herself that she did at last

understand it. The Colonel had been able to see it all, even without the dress, and she confessed in her mind

that the Colonel had eyes with which to see, and ears with which to hear, and a judgment with which to

appreciate. "Don't you think that girl very lovely?" she said to Lord Rufford, on whose arm she was leaning.

"Something almost more than lovely," said Lord Rufford, with unwonted enthusiasm.

It was acknowledged now by everybody. "Is it true about Colonel Stubbs and Miss Dormer?" whispered Lady

"Upon my word, I never inquire into those things," said Lady Albury. "I suppose he does admire her.

"Oh yes;" said Lady Rufford. "She is certainly very pretty. Who is she, Lady Albury?" Lady Rufford had

been a Miss Penge, and the Penges were supposed to be direct descendants from Boadicea. "She is Miss

Ayala Dormer. Her father was an artist, and her mother was a very handsome woman. When a girl is as

beautiful as Miss Dormer, and as clever, it doesn't much signify who she is." Then the direct descendant from

Boadicea withdrew holding an opinion much at variance with that expressed by her hostess. "Who is that

young lady who sat next to you?" asked Captain Glomax of Colonel Stubbs, after the ladies had gone.

"You saw her out hunting, no doubt, and I was there. I did not specially bring her. She was staying here, and

"Take her top and bottom, and all round," said Captain Glomax, "she is the prettiest little thing I've seen for

many a day. When she curtseyed to Sir Harry in the drawingroom I almost thought that I should like to be a

marrying man myself." Stubbs did not carry on the conversation, having felt displeased rather than otherwise

"I didn't quite understand before", said Sir Harry to his wife that night, "what it was that made Jonathan so

"To tell the truth," said Lady Albury, "I think we shall all have to own that Jonathan has been right."

This took place upstairs, but before they left the drawingroom Lady Albury whispered a few words to her

"It is not exactly your fault but we haven't at all known what to do with that unfortunate man."

"What man?" asked Ayala, forgetful at the moment of all men except Colonel Stubbs.

"You naughty girl! Don't you know that my brotherinlaw is brokenhearted about you?"

"Yes; Captain Batsby. A Captain has as much right to be considered as a Colonel in such a matter as this."

Here Ayala frowned, but said nothing. "Of course, I can't help it, who may break his heart, but poor Ben is

always supposed to be at Stalham just at this time of the year, and now I have been obliged to tell him one fib

upon another to keep him away. When he comes to know it all, what on earth will he say to me?"

When Ayala was again in her room, and had got rid of the buxom female who came to assist her in taking off

her new finery, she was aware of having passed the evening triumphantly. She was conscious of admiration.

She knew that Sir Harry had been pleased by her appearance. She was sure that Lady Albury was satisfied

with her, and she had seen something in the Colonel's glance that made her feel that he had not been

indifferent. But in their conversation at the dinner table he had said nothing which any other man might not

have said, if any other man could have made himself as agreeable. Those hunting days were all again

described with their various incidents, with the great triumph over the brook, and Twentyman's wife and

baby, and fat Lord Rufford, who was at the moment sitting there opposite to them; and the ball in London,

with the lady who was thrown out of the window; and the old gentleman and the old lady of today who had

been so peculiar in their remarks. There had been nothing else in their conversation, and it surely was not

possible that a man who intended to put himself forward as a lover should have talked in such fashion as that!

But then there were other things which occurred to her. Why had there been that tear in his eye? And that

"cela va sans dire" which had come from Lady Albury in her railing mood what had that meant? Lady

Albury, when she said that, could not have known that the Colonel had changed his purpose.

But, after all, what is a dress, let it be ever so pretty? The Angel of Light would not care for her dress, let her

wear what she might. Were he to seek her because of her dress, he would not be the Angel of Light of whom

she had dreamed. It was not by any dress that she could prevail over him. She did rejoice because of her little

triumph but she knew that she rejoiced because she was not an Angel of Light herself. Her only chance

lay in this, that the angels of yore did come down from heaven to ask for love and worship from the daughters

As she went to bed, she determined that she would still be true to her dream. Not because folk admired a new

frock would she be ready to give herself to a man who was only a man a man of the earth really; who had

The next two days were not quite so triumphant to Ayala as had been the evening of her arrival.

There was hunting on both of those days, the gentlemen having gone on the Friday away out of Sir Harry's

country to the Brake hounds. Ayala and the Colonel had arrived on the Thursday. Ayala had not expected to

be asked to hunt again had not even thought about it. It had been arranged before on Nina's account, and

Nina now was not to hunt any more. Lord George did not altogether approve of it, and Nina was quite in

accord with Lord George though she had held up her whip and shaken it in triumph when she jumped over

the Cranbury Brook. And the horse which Ayala had ridden was no longer in the stables. "My dear, I am so

sorry; but I'm afraid we can't mount you," Lady Albury said. In answer to this Ayala declared that she had not

thought of it for a moment. But yet the days seemed to be dull with her. Lady Rufford was well

perhaps a little patronising to her, and patronage such as that was not at all to Ayala's taste. "Lady Albury

seems to be quite a kind friend to you," Lady Rufford said. Nothing could be more true. The idea implied was

true also the idea that such a one as Ayala was much in luck's way to find such a friend as Lady Albury. It

was true no doubt; but, nevertheless, it was ungracious, and had to be resented. "A very kind friend, indeed.

"I am sure we should be very glad to see you at Rufford if you remain long in the country," said Lady

Rufford, a little time afterwards. But even in this there was not a touch of that cordiality which might have

won Ayala's heart. "I am not at all likely to stay," said Ayala. "I live with my uncle and aunt at Notting Hill,

and I very rarely go away from home." Lady Rufford, however, did not quite understand it. It had been

whispered to her that morning that Ayala was certainly going to marry Colonel Stubbs; and, if so, why should

On that day, the Friday, she was taken in to dinner by Captain Glomax. "I remember quite as if it were

Ayala looked up into his face, also remembering everything as well as it were yesterday. "Mr Twentyman

"Oh, yes; Stubbs got a ducking; so he did." The Captain had not got a ducking, but then he had gone round by

"We haven't been lucky since Sir Harry has had the hounds somehow. There doesn't seem to be the dash

about 'em there used to be when I was here. I had them before Sir Harry, you know." All this was nearly in a

"Were you Master?" asked Ayala, with a tone of surprise which was not altogether pleasing to the Captain.

"Indeed I was, but the fag of it was too great, and the thanks too small, so I gave it up. They used to get four

days a week out of me." During the two years that the Captain had had the hounds, there had been, no doubt,

Ayala liked hunting, but she did not care much for Captain Glomax, who, having seen her once or twice on

horseback, would talk to her about nothing else. A little away on the other side of the table Nina was sitting

next to Colonel Stubbs, and she could hear their voices and almost their words. Nina and Jonathan were first

cousins, and, of course, could be happy together without giving her any cause for jealousy but she almost

envied Nina. Yet she had hoped that it might not fall to her lot to be taken out again that evening by the

Colonel. Hitherto she had not even spoken to him during the day. They had started to the meet very early, and

the gentlemen had almost finished their breakfast before she had come down. If there had been any fault it

was her fault, but yet she almost felt that there was something of a disruption between them. It was so evident

After dinner it seemed to be very late before the men came into the drawingroom, and then they were still

engaged upon that weary talk about hunting, till Lady Rufford, in order to put a stop to it, offered to sing. "I

always do", she said, "if Rufford ventures to name a fox in the drawingroom after dinner." She did sing, and

While this was going on, the Colonel had got himself shut up in a corner of the room. Lady Albury had first

taken him there, and afterwards he had been hemmed in when Lady Rufford sat down to the piano. Ayala had

hardly ventured even to glance at him, but yet she knew all that he did, and heard almost every word that he

spoke. The words were not many, but still when he did speak his voice was cheerful. Nina now and again had

run up to him, and Lady Rufford had asked him some questions about the music. But why didn't he come and

speak to her? thought Ayala. Though all that nonsense about love was over, still he ought not to have allowed

a day to pass at Stalham without speaking to her. He was the oldest friend there in that house except Nina. It

was indeed no more than nine months since she had first seen him, but still it seemed to her that he was an

old friend. She did feel, as she endeavoured to answer the questions that Lord Rufford was asking her, that

Then came the moment in which Lady Albury marshalled her guests out of the room towards their chambers.

"Oh dear no; I must have a dull time if I do, seeing that I have only hunted three days in my life." There was

something in the tone of her voice which, as she herself was aware, almost expressed dissatisfaction. And yet

not for worlds would she have shown herself to be dissatisfied with him could she have helped it. "I thought

"Because a thing has been very pleasant, it should not be regretted because it cannot be had always."

"To me a thing may become so pleasant, that unless I can have it always my life must be one long regret."

"The pony is not quite like that," said Ayala, smiling as she followed the other ladies out of the room.

On the next morning the meet was nearer, and some of the ladies were taken there in an open carriage. Lady

Rufford went, and Mrs Gosling, and Nina and Ayala. "Of course there is a place for you," Lady Albury had

said to her. "Had I wanted to go I would have made Sir Harry send the drag; but I've got to stop at home and

see that the buttered toast is ready by the time the gentlemen all come back." The morning was almost warm,

so that the sportsmen were saying evil things of violets and primroses, as is the wont of sportsmen on such

occasions, and at the meet the ladies got out of the carriage and walked about among the hounds, making civil

speeches to old Tony. "No, my lady," said Tony, "I don't like these sunshiny mornings at all; there ain't no

kind of scent, and I goes riding about these big woods, up and down, till my shirt is as wet on my back with

the sweat as though I'd been pulled through the river." Then Lady Rufford walked away and did not ask Tony

Ayala was patting one of the hounds when the Colonel, who had given his horse to a groom, came and joined

"I do regret him in one way, of course. I did like it very much; but I don't think it nice, when much has been

"Perhaps you would go and tell Sir Harry and then he would think me very ungrateful."

"Ayala," he said, "I will never say anything of you that will make anybody think evil of you. But, between

ourselves, as Sir Harry is not here, I suppose I may confess that I regret the pony."

"And so should I so much! I suppose all these men here would think me an ass if they knew how little I

care about the day's work whether we find, or whether we run, or whether we kill just because the

pony is not here. If the pony were here I should have that feeling of expectation of joy, which is so common

to girls when some muchthoughtof ball or promised pleasure is just before them." Then Tony went off

Ayala knew very well what the pony meant, as spoken of by the Colonel. When he declared that he regretted

the pony, it was because the pony might have carried herself. He had meant her to understand that the

muchthoughtof ball or promised pleasure would have been the delight of again riding with herself. And

then he had again called her Ayala. She could remember well every occasion on which he had addressed her

by her Christian name. It had been but seldom. Once, however, it had occurred in the full flow of their early

intimacy, before that lovemaking had been begun. It had struck her as being almost wrong, but still as very

pleasant. If it might be made right by some feeling of brotherly friendship, how pleasant would it be! And

now she would like it again, if only it might be taken as a sign of friendship rather than of love. It never

occurred to her to be angry as she would have been angry with any other man. How she would have looked at

Captain Batsby had he dared to call her Ayala! Colonel Stubbs should call her Ayala as long as he pleased

After that they were driven about for a while, seeing what Tony did with the hounds, as tidings came to them

now and again that one fox had broken this way and another had gone the other. But Ayala, through it all,

could not interest herself about the foxes. She was thinking only of Jonathan Stubbs. She knew that she was

pleased because he had spoken to her, and had said kind, pleasant words to her. She knew that she had been

displeased while he had sat apart from her, talking to others. But yet she could not explain to herself why she

had been either pleased or displeased. She feared that there was more than friendship than mere

friendship, in that declaration of his that he did in truth regret the pony. His voice had been, oh, so sweet as

he had said it! Something told her that men do not speak in mere friendship after that fashion. Not even in the

softness of friendship between a man and a woman will the man's voice become as musical as that! Young as

she was, child as she was, there was an instinct in her breast which declared to her that it was so. But then, if

it were so, was not everything again wrong with her? If it were so, then must that condition of things be

coming back which it had been, and still was, her firm resolve to avoid. And yet, as the carriage was being

driven about, and as the frequent exclamations came that the fox had traversed this way or that, her pride was

"What was Colonel Stubbs saying to you?" asked Nina, when they were at home at the house after lunch.

"No about nothing else." This Ayala said with a short, dry manner of utterance which she would assume

"Ayala, why do you not tell me everything? I told you everything as soon as it happened."

"Yes that is to be everything," said Ayala, with a short, dry manner of utterance. It was so plain, that even

There was nothing done on that day in the way of sport. Glomax thought that Tony had been idle, and had

made a holiday of the day from the first. But Sir Harry declared that there had not been a yard of scent. The

buttered toast, however, was eaten, and the regular sporting conversation was carried on. Ayala, however,

She was taken in to dinner by a curate in the neighbourhood to whom she endeavoured to make herself

very pleasant, while the Colonel sat at her other side. The curate had a good deal to say as to lawn tennis. If

the weather remained as it was, it was thought that they could all play lawn tennis on the Tuesday when

there would be no hunting. The curate was a pleasant young fellow, and Ayala devoted herself to him and to

their joint hopes for next Tuesday. Colonel Stubbs never once attempted to interfere with the curate's

opportunity. There was Lady Rufford on the other side of him, and to Lady Rufford he said all that he did say

during dinner. At one period of the repast she was more than generally lively, because she felt herself called

upon to warn her husband that an attack of the gout was imminent, and would be certainly produced

instantaneously if he could not deny himself the delight of a certain dish which was going the round of the

table. His lordship smiled and denied himself thinking, as he did so, whether another wife, plus the gout,

would or would not have been better for him. All this either amused Colonel Stubbs sufficiently, or else made

him so thoughtful, that he made no attempt to interfere with the curate. In the evening there was again music

which resulted in a declaration made upstairs by Sir Harry to his wife that that wife of Rufford's was a

confounded bore. "We all knew that, my dear, as soon as he married her," said Lady Albury.

"Because he wanted a wife to look after himself, and not to amuse his friends. The wonder used to be that he

had done so well." Not a word had there been not a word, since that sound of "Ayala" had fallen upon her

ears. No he was not handsome, and his name was Jonathan Stubbs but surely no voice so sweet had

ever fallen from a man's lips! So she sat and dreamed far into the night. He, the Angel of Light, would

certainly have a sweeter voice! That was an attribute without which no angel could be angelic! As to the face

and the name, that would not perhaps signify. But he must have an intellect high soaring, a soul tuned to

music, and a mind versed in nothing but great matters. He might be an artist, or more probably a poet or

perhaps a musician. Yet she had read of poets, artists, and musicians, who had misused their wives, been fond

of money, and had perhaps been drunkards. The Angel of Light must have the gifts, and must certainly be

The next day was Sunday and they all went to church. In the afternoon they, as many of them as pleased,

were to walk as far as Gobblegoose Wood, which was only three miles from the house. They could not hunt

and therefore they must go to the very scene of the late contest and again discuss it there. Sir Harry and the

Captain would walk and so would Ayala and Nina and some others. Lord Rufford did not like walking, and

Lady Rufford would stay at home to console him. Ayala used her little wiles to keep herself in close company

with Nina; but the Colonel's wiles were more effective and then, perhaps, Nina assisted the Colonel rather

than Ayala. It came to pass that before they had left Gobblegoose Wood Ayala and the Colonel were

together. When it was so he did not beat about the bush for a moment longer. He had fixed his opportunity for

himself and he put it to use at once. "Ayala," he said, "am I to have any other answer?"

"Nay, my dearest my own, own dearest as I fain would have you who shall say what answer but you?

"Given it up. Never never! Does a man give up his joy the pride of his life the one only delight on

which his heart has set itself! No, my darling, I have not given it up. Because you would not have it as I

wished when I first spoke to you, I have not gone on troubling you. I thought I would wait till you were used

again to the look of me, and to my voice. I shall never give it up, Ayala. When you came into the room that

night with your new frock on " Then he paused, and she glanced round upon him, and saw that a tear

again was in his eye. "When you came in and curtseyed to Sir Harry I could hardly keep within myself

"No, my pet no! You may add a grace to a dress, but it can do but little for you. It was the little motion,

the little word, the light in your eye! It twinkles at me sometimes when you glance about, so that I do not

"And yet it goes into my very bosom. When you were talking to that clergyman at dinner I could see every

sparkle that came from it. Then I wonder to myself whether you can ever be thinking of me as I am always

thinking of you." She knew that she had been thinking of him every waking moment since she had been at

Albury and through many of her sleeping moments also. "Ayala, one little word, one other glance from your

eyes, one slightest touch from your hand upon my arm, shall tell me shall tell me shall tell me that I

am the happiest, the proudest man in all the world." She walked on steadfastly, closing her very teeth against

a word, with her eyes fixed before her so that no slightest glance should wander. Her two hands were in her

little muff, and she kept them with her fingers clasped together, as though afraid lest one might rebel, and fly

"I cannot," she said sternly. And her eyes were still fixed before her, and her fingers were still bound in one

with another. And yet she loved him. Yet she knew that she loved him. She could have hung upon his arm

and smiled up into his face, and frowned her refusal only with mock anger as he pressed to his bosom

only that those dreams were so palpable to her and so dear, had been to her so vast a portion of her young

"Is that to be your answer for ever?" To this she made no immediate reply. "Must it be so, Ayala?"

"I cannot," she said. But the last little word was so impeded by the sobs which she could not restrain as

almost to be inaudible. "I will not make you unhappy, Ayala." Yes, she was unhappy. She was unhappy

because she knew that she could not rule herself to her own happiness; because, even at this moment, she was

aware that she was wrong. If she could only release part of herself from the other, then could she fly into his

arms and tell him that that spirit which had troubled her had flown. But the spirit was too strong for her, and

would not fly. "Shall we go and join them?" he asked her in a voice altered, but still so sweet to her ears.

"Perhaps it will be best, Ayala. Do not be angry with me now. I will not call you so again." Angry! Oh, no!

She was not angry with him! But it was very bitter to her to be told that she should never hear the word again

"The hunted fox never went up Buddlecombe Hill never. If he did I'll eat every fox in the Rufford and

Offord country." This was heard, spoken in most angry tones by Captain Glomax, as the Colonel and Ayala

Ayala, on her return from the walk to the wood, spent the remainder of the afternoon in tears.

During the walk she kept close to Sir Harry, pretending to listen to the arguments about the fox, but she said

nothing. Her ears were really intent on endeavouring to catch the tones of her lover's voice as he went on in

front of them talking to Nina. Nothing could be more pleasant than the sound as he said a word or two now

and again, encouraging Nina in her rhapsodies as to Lord George and all Lord George's family. But Ayala

learned nothing from that. She had come to know the man well enough to be aware that he could tune his

voice to the occasion, and could hide his feelings let them be ever so strong. She did not doubt his love now.

She did not doubt but that at this moment his heart was heavy with rejected love. She quite believed in him.

Nor did she doubt her own love. She was alone in her room that afternoon till she told herself at last the truth.

Oh, yes; she loved him. She was sure of that. But now he was gone! Why had she been so foolish? Then it

seemed as though at that moment the separation took place between herself and the spirit which had haunted

her. She seemed to know now now at this very moment that the man was too good for her. The

knowledge had been coming to her. It had almost come when he had spoken to her in the wood. If it could

only have been that he should have delayed his appeal to her for yet another day or two! She thought now that

if he could have delayed it but for a few hours the cure would have been complete. If he had talked to her as

he so well knew how to talk while they were in the wood together, while they were walking home so as to

have exorcised the spirit from her by the sweetness of his words and then have told her that there was his

love to have if she chose to have it, then she thought she would have taken it. But he had come to her while

those words which she had prepared under the guidance of the spirit were yet upon her tongue. "I cannot,"

she had said. "I cannot." But she had not told him that she did not love him. "I did love him," she said to

herself, almost acknowledging that the spirit had been wholly exorcised. The fashion of her mind was

altogether different from that which had so strongly prevailed with her. He was an honest, noble man, high in

the world's repute, clever, a gentleman, a man of taste, and possessed of that gentle everpresent humour

which was so inexpressibly delightful to her. She never again spoke to herself even in her thoughts of that

Angel of Light never comforted herself again with the vision of that which was to come! There had

appeared to her a man better than all other men, and when he had asked her for her hand she had simply said

"I cannot." And yet she had loved him all the time. How foolish, how false, how wicked she had been! It

was thus that she thought of it all as she sat there alone in her bedroom through the long hours of the

afternoon. When they sent up for her asking her to come down, she begged that she might be allowed to

He would not come again now. Oh, no he was too proud, too firm, too manly for that. It was not for such

a one as he to come whining after a girl like her cousin Tom. Would it be possible that she should even

yet tell him? Could she say to him one little word, contradicting that which she had so often uttered in the

wood? "Now I can," once whispered in his ear, would do it all. But as to this she was aware that there was no

room for hope. To speak such a word, low as it might be spoken, simple and little as it might be, was

altogether impossible. She had had her chance and had lost it because of those idle dreams. That the

dreams had been all idle she declared to herself not aware that the Ayala whom her lover had loved would

not have been an Ayala to be loved by him, but for the dreams. Now she must go back to her uncle and aunt

and to Kingsbury Crescent, with the added sorrow that the world of dreams was closed to her for ever. When

the maid came to her she consented to have the frock put on, the frock which Sir Harry had given her, boldly

resolving to struggle through her sorrow till Lady Albury should have dismissed her to her home. Nobody

While she had been alone in her room the Colonel had been closeted with Lady Albury. They had at least

been thus shut up together for some half hour during which he had told his tale. "I have to own," said he,

"She knew her own mind when she told me at first that she could not accept the offer which I did myself the

honour of making her, and now she sticks to her purpose. I think that a young lady who will do that should be

"Well, I hardly know that I am prepared to explain the 'as how' even to you. I am about as thickskinned a

man in such matters as you may find anywhere, but I do not know that even I can bring myself to tell the 'as

how'. The 'as how' was very clear in one respect. It was manifest that she knew her own mind, which is a

knowledge not in the possession of all young ladies. She told me that she could not marry me."

"Not that she knew her own mind. She is a little simple fool, who with some vagary in her brain is throwing

"An idiot she certainly is not; and as to being crossgrained I have never found it. A human being with the

grains running more directly all in the same way I have never come across." "Do not talk to me, Jonathan,

like that," she said. "When I call her crossgrained I mean that she is running counter to her own happiness."

"I cannot tell anything about that. I should have endeavoured, I think, to make her happy. She has certainly

"What as to this very moment! I shall leave Stalham tomorrow." "Why should you do that? Let her go if

"You don't suppose that we can make the house happy to her now! Why should we care to do so when she

will have driven you away?" He sat silent for a minute or two looking at the fire, with his hands on his two

knees. "You must acknowledge, Jonathan," continued she, "that I have taken kindly to this Ayala of yours."

"But it cannot be that she should be the same to us simply as a young lady, staying here as it were on her own

behalf, as she was when we regarded her as your possible wife. Then every little trick and grace belonging to

her endeared itself to us because we regarded her as one who was about to become one of ourselves. But what

"But you must wipe them out of your memory unless, indeed, you mean to ask her again."

"I do not say so; but I do not wish to rob myself of the chance. It may be that I shall. Of course I should

tomorrow if I thought there was a hope. Tomorrow there would be none but I should like to know, that I

could find her again in hands so friendly as yours, if at the end of a month I should think myself strong

enough to encounter the risk of another refusal. Would Sir Harry allow her to remain here for another

"My plan is this," he continued; "let her remain here, say, for three weeks or a month. Do you continue all

your kindness to her if not for her sake then for mine. Let her feel that she is made one of yourselves, as

"It would not be hard if you thought that she was going to become so at last. Try it, for my sake. Say not a

word to her about me though not shunning my name. Be to her as though I had told you nothing of this.

Then when the period is over I will come again if I find that I can do so. If my love is still stronger than

my sense of selfrespect, I shall do so." All this Lady Albury promised to do, and then the interview between

"Colonel Stubbs is going to Aldershot tomorrow," said she to Ayala in the drawingroom after dinner. "He

finds now that he cannot very well remain away." There was no hesitation in her voice as she said this, and

no look in her eye which taught Ayala to suppose that she had heard anything of what had occurred in the

"It is a great trouble to us, but we are quite unable to prevent it unless you indeed can control him."

"I cannot control him," said Ayala, with that fixed look of resolution with which Lady Albury had already

That evening before they went to bed the Colonel bade them all goodbye, as he intended to start early in the

morning. "I never saw such a fellow as you are for sudden changes," said Sir Harry. "What is the good of

staying here for hunting when the ground and Tony's temper are both as hard as brickbats? If I go now I can

get another week further on in March if the rain should come." With this Sir Harry seemed to be satisfied; but

"Goodbye, Miss Dormer," he said, with his pleasantest smile, and his pleasantest voice.

"Goodbye," she repeated. What would she not have given that her voice should be as pleasant as his, and her

smile! But she failed so utterly that the little word was inaudible almost obliterated by the choking of a

sob. How bitterly severe had that word, Miss Dormer, sounded from his mouth! Could he not have called her

Ayala for the last time even though all the world should have heard it? She was wide awake in the

morning and heard the wheels of his cart as he was driven off. As the sound died away upon her ear she felt

that he was gone from her for ever. How had it been that she had said, "I cannot," so often, when all her heart

And now it remained to her to take herself away from Stalham as fast as she might. She understood perfectly

all those ideas which Lady Albury had expressed to her wellloved friend. She was nothing to anybody at

Stalham, simply a young lady staying in the house as might be some young lady connected with them by

blood, or some young lady whose father and mother had been their friends. She had been brought there to

Stalham, now this second time, in order that Jonathan Stubbs might take her as his wife. Driven by some

madness she had refused her destiny, and now nobody would want her at Stalham any longer. She had better

begin to pack up at once and go. The coldness of the people, now that she had refused to do as she had

been asked, would be unbearable to her. And yet she must not let it appear that Stalham was no longer dear to

her merely because Colonel Stubbs had left it. She would let a day go by, and then say with all the ease she

could muster that she would take her departure on the next. After that her life before her would be a blank.

She had known up to this so at least she told herself that Jonathan Stubbs would afford her at any rate

The first blank day passed away, and it seemed to her almost as though she had no right to speak to anyone.

She was sure that Lady Rufford knew what had occurred, because nothing more was said as to the proposed

visit. Mrs Colonel Stubbs would have been welcome anywhere, but who was Ayala Dormer? Even though

Lady Albury bade her come out in the carriage, it seemed to her to be done as a final effort of kindness. Of

course they would be anxious to be rid of her. That evening the buxom woman did not come to help her dress

herself. It was an accident. The buxom woman was wanted here and there till it was too late, and Ayala had

left her room. Ayala, in truth, required no assistance in dressing. When the first agonizing moment of the new

frock had been passed over, she would sooner have arrayed herself without assistance. But now it seemed as

though the buxom woman was running away because she, Ayala, was thought to be no longer worthy of her

On the next morning she began her little speech to Lady Albury. "Going away tomorrow?" said Lady Albury.

"My dear, it has been arranged that you should stay here for another three weeks."

"I say it was arranged. Everybody understood it. I am sure your aunt understood it. Because one person goes,

everybody else isn't to follow so as to break up a party. Honour among thieves!"

"Well anything else you like to call us all. The party has been made up. And to tell the truth I don't think

that young ladies have the same right of changing their minds and rushing about as men assume. Young

ladies ought to be more steady. Where am I to get another young lady at a moment's notice to play lawn

tennis with Mr Greene? Compose yourself and stay where you are like a good girl."

"Sir Harry will probably go on talking about the Stillborough fox and quarrelling with that odious Captain

Glomax. That is, if you remain here. If you go all of a sudden, he will perhaps hint "

"Never mind. He shall make no hints if you are a good girl." Nothing was said at the moment about the

Colonel nothing further than the little allusion made above. Then there came the lawn tennis, and Ayala

regained something of her spirits as she contrived with the assistance of Sir Harry to beat Nina and the curate.

But on the following day Lady Albury spoke out more plainly. "It was because of Colonel Stubbs that you

Ayala paused for a moment, and then answered stoutly, "Yes, it was because of Colonel Stubbs."

"Well, you shall not be asked. I will not be cruel to you. But do you not know that if I ask anything it is with

"But though I may not ask I suppose I may speak." To this Ayala made no reply, either assenting or

dissenting. "You know, do you note that I and Colonel Stubbs love each other like brother and sister more

"And that therefore he tells me everything. He told me what took place in the wood and because of that he

"Of course you are angry with me because he has gone away." "I am sorry that he has gone because of

the cause of it. I always wish that he should have everything that he desires; and now I wish that he should

have this thing because he desires it above all other things." Does he desire it above all other things?

thought Ayala to herself. And, if it be really so, cannot I now tell her that he shall have it? Cannot I say that I

too long to get it quite as eagerly as he long to have it? The suggestion rushed quickly to her mind; but the

answer to it came as quickly. No she would not do so. No offer of the kind would come from her. By what

she had said must she abide unless, indeed, he should come to her again. "But why should you go, Ayala,

because he has gone? Why should you say aloud that you had come here to listen to his offer, and that you

had gone away as soon as you had resolved that, for this reason or that, it was not satisfactory to you?"

"That would be the conclusion drawn. Remain here with us, and see if you can like us well enough to be one

"What he may do I cannot say. Whether he may bring himself to try once again I do not know nor will I

"No!" said Ayala, driven by a sudden fit of obstinacy which she could not control.

"I ask no questions about it, but I am sure it will be better for you to remain here for a few weeks. We will

make you happy if we can, and you can learn to think over what has passed without emotion." Thus it was

decided that Ayala should prolong her visit into the middle of March. She could not understand her own

conduct when she again found herself alone. Why had she ejaculated that sudden "No," when Lady Albury

had suggested to her the possibility of changing her purpose? She knew that she would fain change it if it

were possible; and yet when the idea was presented to her she replied with a sudden denial of its possibility.

But still there was hope, even though the hope was faint. "Whether he may bring himself to try again I do not

know." So it was that Lady Albury had spoken of him, and of what Lady Albury said to her she now believed

every word. "Whether he could bring himself!" Surely such a one as he would not condescend so far as that.

But if he did one word should be sufficient. By no one else would she allow it to be thought, for an instant,

that she would wish to reverse her decision. It must still be No to any other person from whom such

suggestion might come. But should he give her the chance she would tell him instantly the truth of

everything. "Can I love you! Oh, my love, it is impossible that I should not love you!" It would be thus that

Three weeks passed by, and Ayala was still at Stalham. Colonel Stubbs had not yet appeared, and very little

had been said about him. Sir Henry would sometimes suggest that if he meant to see any more hunting he had

better come at once, but this was not addressed to Ayala. She made up her mind that he would not come, and

was sure that she was keeping him away by her presence. He could not "bring himself to try over again,"

as Lady Albury had put it! Why should he "bring himself' to do anything on behalf of one who had

treated him so badly? It had been settled that she should remain to the 25th of March, when the month should

be up from the time in which Lady Albury had decided upon that as the period of her visit. Of her secret she

had given no slightest hint. If he ever did come again it should not be because she had asked for his coming.

As far as she knew how to carry out such a purpose, she concealed from Lady Albury anything like a feeling

of regret. And she was so far successful that Lady Albury thought it expedient to bring in other assistance to

help her cause as will be seen by a letter which Ayala received when the three weeks had passed by.

In the meantime there had been at first dismay, then wonder, and lastly, some amusement, at the condition of

Captain Batsby. When Captain Batsby had first learned at Merle Park that Ayala and Jonathan Stubbs were

both at Stalham, he wrote very angrily to Lady Albury. In answer to this his sisterinlaw had pleaded guilty

but still defending herself. How could she make herself responsible for the young lady who did not

indeed seem ready to bestow her affections on any of her suitors? But still she acknowledged that a little

favour was being shown to Colonel Stubbs wishing to train the man to the idea that, in this special matter,

Colonel Stubbs must be recognised as the Stalham favourite. Then no further letters were received from the

Captain, but there came tidings that he was staying at Merle Park. Ayala heard continually from her sister,

and Lucy sent some revelations as to the Captain. He seemed to be very much at home at Merle Park, said

Lucy; and then, at last, she expressed her own opinion that Captain Batsby and Gertrude were becoming very

fond of each other. And yet the whole story of Gertrude and Mr Houston was known, of course, to Lucy, and

through Lucy to Ayala. To Ayala these sudden changes were very amusing, as she certainly did not wish to

retain her own hold on the Captain, and was not specially attached to her cousin Gertrude. From Ayala the

tidings went to Lady Albury, and in this way the fears which had been entertained as to the Captain's

displeasure were turned to wonder and amusement. But up to this period nothing had been heard of the

Then came the letter to Ayala, to which allusion has been made, a letter from her old friend the Marchesa,

who was now at Rome. It was ostensibly in answer to a letter from Ayala herself, but was written in great part

I was glad to get your letter about Nina. She is very happy, and Lord George is here. Indeed, to tell the truth,

they arrived together which was not at all proper; but everything will be made proper on Tuesday, 8th

April, which is the day at last fixed for the wedding. I wish you could have been here to be one of the

bridesmaids. Nina says that you will have it that the Pope is to marry her. Instead of that it is going to be done

by Lord George's uncle, the Dean of Dorchester, who is coming for this purpose. Then they are going up to a

villa they have taken on Como, where we shall join them some time before the spring is over. After that they

seem to have no plans except plans of connubial bliss, which is never to know any interruption. Now that

I have come to connubial bliss, and feel so satisfied as to Nina's prospects, I have a word or two to say about

the bliss of somebody else. Nina is my own child, and of course comes first. But one Jonathan Stubbs is my

nephew, and is also very near to my heart. From all that I hear, I fancy that he has set his mind also on

A bird has whispered to me that you have not been kind to him. Why should it be so? Nobody knows better

than I do that a young lady is entitled to the custody of her own heart, and that she should not be compelled,

or even persuaded, to give her hand in opposition to her own feelings. If your feelings and your heart are

altogether opposed to the poor fellow, of course there must be an end of it. But I had thought that from the

time you first met him he had been a favourite of yours so much so that there was a moment in which I

feared that you might think too much of the attentions of a man who has ever been a favourite with all who

have known him. But I have found that in this I was altogether mistaken. When he came that evening to see

the last of you at the theatre, taking, as I knew he did, considerable trouble to release himself from other

engagements, I was pretty sure how it was going to be. He is not a man to be in love with a girl for a month

and then to be in love with another the next month. When once he allowed himself to think that he was in

love, the thing was done and fixed either for his great delight or else to his great trouble.

I knew how it was to be, and so it has been. Am I not right in saying that on two occasions, at considerable

intervals, he has come to you and made distinct offers of his hand? I fear, though I do not actually know it,

that you have just as distinctly rejected those offers. I do not know it, because none but you and he can know

the exact words with which you received from him the tender of all that he had to give you. I can easily

believe that he, with all his intelligence, might be deceived by the feminine reserve and coyness of such a girl

as you. If it be so, I do pray that no folly may be allowed to interfere with his happiness and with yours.

I call it folly, not because I am adverse to feminine reserve, not because I am prone to quarrel even with what

I call coyness; but because I know his nature so well, and feel that he would not bear rebuffs of which many

another man would think nothing; that he would not bring himself to ask again, perhaps even for a seventh

time, as they might do. And, if it be that by some frequent asking his happiness and yours could be ensured,

would it not be folly that such happiness should be marred by childish disinclination on your part to tell the

As I said before, if your heart be set against him, there must be an end of it. I can understand that a girl so

young as you should fail to see the great merit of such a man. I therefore write as I do, thinking it possible

that in this respect you may be willing to accept from my mouth something as to the man which shall be

regarded as truth. It is on the inner man, on his nature and disposition, that the happiness of a wife must

depend. A more noble nature, a more truthful spirit than his, I have never met. He is one on whom in every

phase of life you may depend or I may depend as on a rock. He is one without vacillation, always

steady to his purpose, requiring from himself in the way of duty and conduct infinitely more than he demands

from those around him. If ever there was a man altogether manly, he is one. And yet no woman, no angel,

ever held a heart more tender within his bosom. See him with children! Think of his words when he has

spoken to yourself! Remember the estimation in which those friends hold him who know him best such as

I and your friend, Lady Albury, and Sir Harry, and his cousin Nina. I could name many others, but these are

those with whom you have seen him most frequently. If you can love such a man, do you not think that he

would make you happy? And if you cannot, must there not be something wrong in your heart unless

indeed it be already predisposed to someone else? Think of all this, dear Ayala, and remember that I am

Ayala's first feeling as she read the letter was a conviction that her friend had altogether wasted her labour in

writing it. Of what use was it to tell her of the man's virtues to tell her that the man's heart was as tender as

an angel's, his truth as assured as a god's, his courage that of a hero that he was possessed of all those

attributes which should by right belong to an Angel of Light? She knew all that without requiring the

evidence of a lady from Rome having no need of any evidence on that matter from any other human

being. Of what use could any evidence be on such a subject from the most truthful lips that ever spoke? Had

she not found it all out herself would any words from others have prevailed with her? But she had found it out

herself. It was already her gospel. That he was tender and true, manly, heroic as brightly angelic as could

be any Angel of Light was already an absolute fact to her. No! her heart had never been predisposed to

anyone else. It was of him she had always dreamed even long before she had seen him. He was the man,

perfect in all good things, who was to come and take her with him if ever man should come and take her.

She wanted no Marchesa Baldoni now to tell her that the Angel had in truth come and realised himself before

her in all his glory. But she had shown herself to be utterly unfit for the Angel. Though she recognised him

now, she had not recognised him in time and even when she had recognised him she had been driven by

her madness to reject him. Feminine reserve and coyness! Folly! Yes, indeed; she knew all that, too, without

need of telling from her elders. The kind of coyness which she had displayed had been the very infatuation of

feminine imbecility. It was because nature had made her utterly unfit for such a destiny that she had been

driven by coyness and feminine reserve to destroy herself! It was thus that Ayala conversed with herself.

"I know his nature so well, and feel that he would not bear rebuffs of which many another man would think

nothing." Thus, she did not doubt, the Marchesa had spoken very truly. But of what value was all that now?

She could not recall the rebuff. She could not now eradicate the cowardice which had made her repeat those

wicked fatal words "I cannot." "I cannot." "I cannot." The letter had come too late, for there was nothing

she could do to amend her doom. She must send some answer to her friend in Italy, but there could be

nothing in her answer to her to assist her. The feminine reserve and coyness had become odious to her as

it had been displayed by herself to him. But it still remained in full force as to any assistance from others. She

could not tell another to send him back to her. She could not implore help in her trouble. If he would come

himself himself of his own accord himself impelled once more by his great tenderness of heart

himself once more from his real, real love; then there should be no more coyness. "If you will still have me

But there was the letter to be written. She so wrote it that by far the greater part of it the larger part at least

had reference to Nina and her wedding. "I will think of her on the 8th of April," she said. "I shall then be

at home at Kingsbury Crescent, and I shall have nothing else to think of." In that was her first allusion to her

own condition with her lover. But on the last side of the sheet it was necessary that she should say more than

that. Something must be said thoughtfully, carefully, and gratefully in reply to so much thought, and care, and

friendship, as had been shown to her. But it must be so written that nothing of her secret should be read in it.

The task was so troublesome that she was compelled to recopy the whole of her long letter, because the

sentences as first written did not please her. "I am so much obliged to you", she said, "by your kindness about

Colonel Stubbs. He did do me the honour of asking me to be his wife. And I felt it so. You are not to suppose

that I did not understand that. It is all over now, and I cannot explain to you why I felt that it would not do. It

is all over, and therefore writing about it is no good. Only I want you to be sure of two things that there is

no one else, and that I do love you so much for all your kindness. And you may be sure of a third thing, too

that it is all over. I do hope that he will still let me be his friend. As a friend I have always liked him so

much." It was brave and bold, she thought, in answer to such words as the Marchesa's; but she did not know

how to do it any better. On Tuesday, the 25th of March, she was to return to Kingsbury Crescent. Various

little words were said at Stalham indicating an intended break in the arrangement. "The Captain certainly

won't come now," said Lady Albury, alluding to the arrangement as though it had been made solely with the

view of saving Ayala from an encounter with her objectionable lover. "Croppy has come back," said Sir

Harry one day Croppy being the pony which Ayala had ridden. "Miss Dormer can have him now for what

little there is left of the hunting." This was said on the Saturday before she was to go. How could she ride

Croppy for the rest of the hunting when she would be at Kingsbury Crescent? On neither of these occasions

did she say a word, but she assumed that little look of contradiction which her friends at Stalham already

knew how to read. Then, on the Sunday morning, there came a letter for Lady Albury. "What does he say?"

asked Sir Harry, at breakfast. "I'll show it you before you go to church," answered his wife. Then Ayala knew

But she did not expect that the letter should be shown to her which, however, came to be the case. When

she was in the library, waiting to start to church, Lady Albury came in and threw the letter to her across the

table. "That concerns you," she said, "You had better read it." There was another lady in the room, also

waiting to start on their walk across the park, and therefore it was natural that nothing else should be said at

the moment. Ayala read the letter, returned it to the envelope, and then handed it back to Lady Albury so

that there was no word spoken about it before church. The letter, which was very short, was as follows:

"I shall be at Stalham by the afternoon train on Sunday, 30th in time for dinner, if you will send the

dogcart. I could not leave this most exigeant of all places this week. I suppose Albury will go on in the

woodlands for a week or ten days in April, and I must put up with that. I hear that Batsby is altogether fixed

by the fascinations of Merle Park. I hope that you and Albury will receive consolation in the money." Then

there was a postscript. "If Croppy can be got back again, Miss Dormer might see me tumble into another

It was evident that Lady Albury did not expect anything to be said at present. She put the letter into her

pocket, and there, for the moment, was the end of it. It may be feared that Ayala's attention was not fixed that

morning so closely as it should have been on the services of the Church. There was so much in that little

letter which insisted on having all her attention! Had there been no postscript, the letter would have been very

different. In that case the body of the letter itself would have intended to have no reference to her or rather

it would have had a reference altogether opposite to that which the postscript gave it. In that case it would

have been manifest to her that he had intentionally postponed his coming till she had left Stalham. Then his

suggestion about the hunting would have had no interest for her. Everything would have been over. She

would have been at Kingsbury Crescent, and he would have been at Stalham. But the postscript declared his

intention of finding her still in the old quarters. She would not be there as she declared to herself. After

this there would be but one other day, and then she would be gone. But even this allusion to her and to the

pony made the letter something to her of intense interest. Had it not been so Lady Albury would not have

shown it to her. As it was, why had Lady Albury shown it to her in that quiet, placid, friendly way as

though it were natural that any letter from Colonel Stubbs to Stalham should be shown to her?

At lunch Sir Harry began about the pony at once. "Miss Dormer," he said, "the pony will hardly be fit

tomorrow, and the distances during the rest of the week are all too great for you; you had better wait till

"I've had the pony brought on purpose for you," said Sir Harry. "You are not going at all," said Lady Albury.

"I shall take it very much amiss", said Sir Harry, "if you go now. Stubbs is coming on purpose."

"My dear Ayala, it isn't a case for thinking," said Lady Albury. "You most positively will not leave this house

till some day in April, which will have to be settled hereafter. Do not let us have a word more about it." Then,

on that immediate occasion, no further word about it was spoken. Ayala was quite unable to speak as she sat

We must go again to Merle Park, where the Tringle family was still living and from which Gertrude had

not as yet been violently abducted at the period to which the reader has been brought in the relation which has

been given of the affairs at Stalham. Jonathan Stubbs's little note to Lady Albury was received on Sunday,

23rd March, and Gertrude was not abducted till the 29th. On Sunday, the 30th, she was brought back not

in great triumph. At that time the house was considerably perturbed. Sir Thomas was very angry with his

daughter Augusta, having been led to believe that she had been privy to Gertrude's escapade so angry that

very violent words had been spoken as to her expulsion from the house. Tom also was ill, absolutely ill in

bed, with a doctor to see him and all from love, declaring that he would throw himself over the ship's side

and drown himself while there was yet a chance left to him for Ayala. And in the midst of this Lady Tringle

herself was by no means exempt from the paternal wrath. She was told that she must have known what was

going on between her daughter and that idiot Captain that she encouraged the Trafficks to remain that

she coddled up her son till he was sick from sheer lackadaisical idleness. The only one in the house who

seemed to be exempt from the wrath of Sir Thomas was Lucy and therefore it was upon Lucy's head that

fell the concentrated energy of Aunt Emmeline's revenge. When Captain Batsby was spoken of with

contumely in the light of a husband this being always done by Sir Thomas Lady Tringle would make

her rejoinder to this, when Sir Thomas had turned his back, by saying that a captain in Her Majesty's army,

with good blood in his veins and a competent fortune, was at any rate better than a poor artist, who had, so to

say, no blood, and was unable to earn his bread; and when Tom was ridiculed for his love for Ayala she

would go on to explain always after Sir Thomas's back had been turned that poor Tom had been

encouraged by his father, whereas Lucy had taken upon herself to engage herself in opposition to her pastors

and masters. And then came the climax. It was all very well to say that Augusta was intruding but there

were people who intruded much worse than Augusta, without half so much right. When this was said the poor

sorehearted woman felt her own cruelty, and endeavoured to withdraw the harsh words; but the wound had

been given, and the venom rankled so bitterly that Lucy could no longer bear her existence among the

Tringles. "I ought not to remain after that," she wrote to her lover. "Though I went into the poorhouse I ought

"I wrote to Mr Hamel," she said to her aunt, "and told him that as you did not like my being here I had better

better go away." "But where are you to go? And I didn't say that I didn't like you being here. You oughtn't

"But where are you to go? I declare that everybody says everything to break my heart. Of course you are to

remain here till he has got a house to keep you in." But the letter had gone and a reply had come telling Lucy

that whatever might be the poorhouse to which she would be destined he would be there to share it with her.

Hamel wrote this with high heart. He had already resolved, previous to this, that he would at once prepare a

home for his coming bride, though he was sore distressed by the emergency of his position. His father had

become more and more bitter with him as he learned that his son would in no respect be guided by him.

There was a sum of money which he now declared to be due to him, and which Isadore acknowledged to

have been lent to him. Of this the father demanded repayment. "If", said he, "you acknowledge anything of

the obedience of a son, that money is at your disposal and any other that you may want. But, if you

determine to be as free from my control and as deaf to my advice as might be any other young man, then you

must be to me as might be any other young man." He had written to his father saying that the money should

be repaid as soon as possible. The misfortune had come to him at a trying time. It was, however, before he

had received Lucy's last account of her own misery at Merle Park, so that when that was received he was in

Our Colonel, in writing to Lady Albury, had declared Aldershot to be a most exigeant place by which he

had intended to imply that his professional cares were too heavy to allow his frequent absence; but

nevertheless he would contrive occasionally to fly up to London for a little relief. Once when doing so he had

found himself sitting in the sculptor's studio, and there listening to Hamel's account of Lucy's troubles at

Merle Park. Hamel said nothing as to his own difficulties, but was very eager in explaining the necessity of

removing Lucy from the tyranny to which she was subjected. It will perhaps be remembered that Hamel

down in Scotland had declared to his friend his purpose of asking Lucy Dormer to be his wife, and also the

success of his enterprise after he had gone across the lake to Glenbogie. It will be borne in mind also that

should the Colonel succeed in winning Ayala to his way of thinking the two men would become the husbands

of the two sisters. Each fully sympathised with the other, and in this way they had become sincere and

"Is she like her sister?" asked the Colonel, who was not as yet acquainted with Lucy.

"Hardly like her, although in truth there is a family likeness. Lucy is taller, with perhaps more regular

"Oh, yes because she varies in her moods. I remember her almost as a child, when she would remain

perfectly still for a quarter of an hour, and then would be up and about the house everywhere, glancing about

"I cannot imagine her to be steady not as Lucy is steady. Lucy, if it be necessary, can sit and fill herself

"They were both of them like him in their thorough love for things beautiful but they are both of them

unlike him in this, that he was selfindulgent, while they, like women in general, are always devoting

themselves to others." She will not devote herself to me, thought Jonathan Stubbs to himself, but that may be

because, like her father, she loves things beautiful. "My poor Lucy", continued Hamel, "would fain devote

"No doubt she would if it were expedient. If I may presume that she loves me, I may presume also that

"But it seems to be so necessary just at present." To this the sculptor at the moment made no reply. "If",

continued Stubbs, "they treat her among them as you say, she ought at any rate to be relieved from her

"She ought to be relieved certainly. She shall be relieved." "But you say that it is not expedient."

"I only meant that there were difficulties difficulties which will have to be got over. I think that all

"Well, yes. All difficulties seem to me to be an affair of money. A man, of course, would wish to earn enough

before he marries to make his wife comfortable. I would struggle on as I am, and not be impatient, were it not

that I fear she is more uncomfortable as she is now than she would be here in the midst of my poverty."

"After all, Hamel, what is the extent of the poverty? What are the real circumstances? As you have gone so

far you might as well tell me everything." Then after considerable pressure the sculptor did tell him

everything. There was an income of less than three hundred a year which would probably become about

four within the next twelvemonth. There were no funds prepared with which to buy the necessary furniture

"I would starve rather than not pay it," said Hamel, "if I alone were to be considered. It would certainly be

paid within the next six months if I were alone, even though I should starve." Then his friend told him that

the debt should be paid at once. It amounted to but little more than a hundred pounds. And then, of course,

the conversation was carried further. When a friend inquires as to the pecuniary distresses of a friend he feels

himself as a matter of course bound to relieve him. He would supply also the means necessary for the

incoming of the young wife. With much energy, and for a long time, Hamel refused to accept the assistance

offered to him; but the Colonel insisted in the first place on what he considered to be due from himself to

Ayala's sister, and then on the fact that he doubted not in the least the ultimate success which would attend

the professional industry of his friend. And so before the day was over it was settled among them. The money

was to be forthcoming at once, so that the debt might be paid and the preparations made, and Hamel was to

write to Lucy and declare that he should be ready to receive her as soon as arrangements should be made for

their immediate marriage. Then came the further outrage that cruel speech as to intruders, and Lucy wrote

The news was, of course, declared to the family at Merle Park. "I never knew anything so hard," said Aunt

Emmeline. "Of course you have told him that it was all my fault." When Lucy made no answer to this, she

went on with her complaint. "I know that you have told him that I have turned you out which is not true."

"I suppose Lucy was in a little hurry to have the marriage come off," said Augusta who would surely have

spared her cousin if at the moment she had remembered the haste which had been displayed by her sister.

"I'm sure I don't know how it is to be done," said Aunt Emmeline. "You must tell your uncle yourself. I don't

"Yes like a servantmaid," said Lucy. "That is to say, a servantmaid would, I suppose, simply walk in

"I think you had better tell your uncle," said Aunt Emmeline. "But I am sure I did not mean that you were to

go away like this. It will be your own doing, and I cannot help it if you will do it."

Then Lucy did tell her uncle. "And you mean to live upon three hundred a year!" exclaimed Sir Thomas.

"He is as ignorant as a babe unborn I mean about that kind of thing. I don't doubt he can make things in

"Very well. There is iron in bronze, I suppose. But he doesn't know what a wife will cost. Has he bought any

Lucy looked wistfully up into his face. He himself had been personally kind to her, and she found it to be

"My aunt and cousins think that I am wrong; but I must be married to him now, Uncle Tom."

"Why did he kick up his heels when I wanted to help him?" Nevertheless, he gave his orders on the subject

very much in Lucy's favour. She was to be married from Queen's Gate, and Gertrude must be her bridesmaid.

Ayala no doubt would be the other. When his wife expostulated, he consented that the marriage should be

very quiet, but still he would have it as he had said. Then he bestowed a cheque upon Lucy larger in

amount than Stubbs's loan saying that after what had passed in Lombard Street he would not venture to

send money to so independent a person as Mr Isadore Hamel; but adding that Lucy, perhaps, would

condescend to accept it. There was a smile in his eye as he said the otherwise illnatured word, so that Lucy,

"I suppose I am to have nothing to do in settling the day," said Aunt Emmeline. It was, however, settled

between them that the marriage should take place on a certain day in May. Upon this Lucy was of course

overjoyed, and wrote to her lover in a full flow of spirits. And she sent him the cheque, having written her

name with great pride on the back of it. There was a little trouble about this as a part of it had to come back as

her trousseau, but still the arrangement was pleasantly made. Then Sir Thomas again became more kind to

her, in his rough manner even when his troubles were at the worst after the return of Gertrude. "If it will

not be altogether oppressive to his pride you may tell him that I shall make you an allowance of a hundred a

"He seemed so to me. But if you say nothing to him about it, and just buy a few gowns now and again, he

will perhaps be so wrapt up in the higher affairs of his art as not to take any notice."

"I am sure he will notice what I wear," said Lucy. However she communicated her uncle's intentions to her

lover, and he sent back his grateful thanks to Sir Thomas. As one effect of all this the Colonel's money was

sent back to him, with an assurance that as things were now settling themselves such pecuniary assistance

was not needed. But this was not done till Ayala had heard what the Angel of Light had done on her sister's

behalf. But as to Ayala's feelings in that respect we must be silent here, as otherwise we should make

premature allusion to the condition in which Ayala found herself before she had at last managed to escape

"Papa," said Gertrude, to her father one evening, "don't you think you could do something for me too now?"

Just at this time Sir Thomas, greatly to his own annoyance, was coming down to Merle Park every evening.

According to their plans as at present arranged, they were to stay in the country till after Easter, and then they

were to go up to town in time to despatch poor Tom upon his long journey round the world. But poor Tom

was now in bed, apparently ill, and there seemed to be great doubt whether he could be made to go on the

appointed day in spite of the taking of his berth and the preparation of his outfit. Tom, if well enough, was to

sail on the nineteenth of April, and there now wanted not above ten days to that time. "Don't you think you

could do something for me now?" asked Gertrude. Hitherto Sir Thomas had extended no sign of pardon to his

youngest daughter, and never failed to allude to her and to Captain Batsby as "those two idiots" whenever

"Yes, my dear; I will endeavour to do a good deal for you if you will behave yourself."

"In the first place telling me that you are very sorry for your misbehaviour with that idiot."

"Well, that shall go for something. But how about the idiot?" "Papa!" she exclaimed.

"Was he not an idiot? Would anyone but an idiot have gone on such an errand as that?"

"I doubt it," he said. "Gentlemen have run away with young ladies before, and generally have behaved very

badly when they have done so. He behaved very badly indeed, because he had come to my house, with my

sanction, with the express purpose of expressing his affection for another young lady. But I think that his

folly in this special running away was worse even than his conduct. How did he come to think that he could

get himself married merely by crossing over the sea to Ostend? I should be utterly ashamed of him as a

"Very likely; but then he is not an idiot. My choice would be altogether in favour of Mr Houston. Shall I tell

you what I will do, my dear? I will consent to accept Captain Batsby as my soninlaw if he will consent to

"I do not think I could show you any greater kindness than to protect you from a man who I am quite sure

does not care a farthing about you. He has, you tell me, an ample income of his own." "Oh yes, papa."

"Then he can afford to marry you without a fortune. Poor Mr Houston could not have done so, because he

had nothing of his own. I declare, as I think of it all, I am becoming very tenderhearted towards Mr

Houston. Don't you think we had better have Mr Houston back again? I suppose he would come if you were

While Gertrude was still away on her illomened voyage in quest of a parson, Lady Tringle was stirred up to

a great enterprise on behalf of her unhappy son. There wanted now little more than a fortnight before the

starting of the ship which his father still declared should carry him out across the world, and he had

progressed so far in contemplating the matter as to own to himself that it would be best for him to obey his

father if there was no hope. But his mind was still swayed by a theory of love and constancy. He had heard of

men who had succeeded after a dozen times of asking. If Stubbs, the hated but generous Stubbs, were in truth

a successful rival, then indeed the thing would be over then he would go, the sooner the better; and, as he

told his mother half a dozen times a day, it would matter nothing to him whether he were sent to Japan, or the

Rocky Mountains, or the North Pole. In such a case he would be quite content to go, if only for the sake of

going. But how was he to be sure? He was, indeed, nearly sure in the other direction. If Ayala were in truth

engaged to Colonel Stubbs it would certainly be known through Lucy. Then he had heard, through Lucy, that,

though Ayala was staying at Stalham, the Colonel was not there. He had gone, and Ayala had remained week

after week without him. Then, towards the end of March, he wrote a letter to his Uncle Reginald, which was

I don't know whether you have heard of it, but I have been very ill and unhappy. I am now in bed, and

nobody here knows that I am sending this letter to you. It is all about Ayala, and I am not such a fool as to

suppose that you can do anything for me. If you could I think you would but of course you can't. She must

choose for herself only I do so wish that she should choose me. Nobody would ever be more kind to her.

But you can tell me really how it is. Is she engaged to marry Colonel Stubbs? I know that she refused him,

because he told me so himself. If she is not engaged to him I think that I would have another shy at it. You

know what the poet says "Faint heart never won fair lady". Do tell me if she is or is not engaged. I know

that she is with those Alburys, and that Colonel Stubbs is their friend. But they can't make her marry Colonel

Stubbs any more than my friends can make her marry me. I wish they could. I mean my friends, not his.

"If she were really engaged I would go away and hide myself in the furthermost corner of the world. Siberia

or Central Africa would be the same to me. They would have little trouble in getting rid of me if I knew that

it was all over with me. BUT I WILL NEVER STIR FROM THESE REALMS TILL I KNOW MY FATE!

Therefore, waiting your reply, I am your affectionate nephew, THOMAS TRINGLE, junior

Mr Dosett, when he received this letter, consulted his wife before he replied to it, and then did so very

As far as I know, or her aunt, your cousin Ayala is not engaged to marry anyone. But I should deceive you if

I did not add my belief that she is resolved not to accept the offer you have done her the honour to make her.

The latter portion of this paragraph had no influence whatsoever on Tom. Did he not know all that before?

Had he ever attempted to conceal from his relations the fact that Ayala had refused him again and again? Was

not that as notorious to the world at large as a minister's promise that the incometax should be abolished?

But the incometax was not abolished and, as yet, Ayala was not married to anyone else. Ayala was not

even engaged to any other suitor. Why should she not change her mind as well as the minister? Certainly he

would not go either to the North Pole or to New York as long as there should be a hope of bliss for him in

"Why not? They can't eat you. Lady Albury is no more than a Baronet's wife just the same as you."

"You need not tell them anything. Say that you had come to call upon your niece."

"But it would be such an odd thing to do. I never do call on Ayala even when I am in London."

"What does it matter being odd? You could learn the truth at any rate. If she does not care for anyone else

why shouldn't she have me? I could make her a baronet's wife that is, some day when the governor "

"I only mean in the course of nature. Sons do come after their fathers, you know. And as for money, I

"It does count, mother. I suppose Ayala is the same as other girls in that respect. I am sure I don't know why

it is that she should have taken such an aversion to me. I suppose it is that she doesn't think me so much

"No that is just it. And therefore she might come round without accounting for it. At any rate, you might

try. You might tell her that it is ruining me that I shall have to go about wandering over all the world

"I don't think I could, my dear," said Lady Tringle, after considering the matter for a while.

"No, my dear; a mother does not think what trouble she may take for her child, if any good may be done. It is

not the trouble. I would walk all round England to get her for you if that would do it."

"Why not, then? At any rate you might get an answer from her. She would tell you something of her

intention. Mother, I shall never go away till I know more about it than I do now. The governor says that he

"But he says it. If I knew that it was all over that every chance was gone, then I would go away."

"It is your father. I cannot go if he will not let me." Nevertheless she promised before she left his bedside that

she would ask Sir Thomas when he came home whether he would permit her to make the journey. All this

occurred while Sir Thomas was away in quest of his daughter. And it may be imagined that immediately after

his return he was hardly in a humour to yield to any such request as that which had been suggested. He was

for the moment almost sick of his children, sick of Merle Park, sick of his wife, and inclined to think that the

only comfort to be found in the world was to be had among his millions, in that little back parlour in

It was on a Sunday that he returned, and on that day he did not see his son. On the Monday morning he went

into the room, and Tom was about to press upon him the prayer which he had addressed to his mother when

his lips were closed by his father's harshness. "Tom," he said, "you will be pleased to remember that you start

"You start on the nineteenth," said Sir Thomas. Then he left the room, closing the door behind him with none

"You have not asked him?" Tom said to his mother shortly afterwards. "Not yet, my dear. His mind is so

"And is not my mind disturbed? You may tell him that I will not go, though he should turn me out a dozen

Sir Thomas came home again that evening, very sour in temper, and nothing could be said to him. He was

angry with everybody, and Lady Tringle hardly dared to go near him, either then or on the following

morning. On the Tuesday evening, however, he returned somewhat softened in his demeanour. The millions

had perhaps gone right, though his children would go so wrong. When he spoke either to his younger

daughter or of her he did so in that jeering tone which he afterwards always assumed when allusion was made

to Captain Batsby, and which, disagreeable as it was, seemed to imply something of forgiveness. And he ate

his dinner, and drank his glass of wine, without making any allusion to the parsimonious habits of his

soninlaw, Mr Traffick. Lady Tringle, therefore, considered that she might approach him with Tom's

"I don't suppose I could learn much. She was always a pigheaded, stiffnecked creature. I am sure it wouldn't

"Well, my dear; he says that he won't go unless he can get a message from her. I am sure I don't want to go to

Stalham. Nothing on earth could be so disagreeable. But perhaps I could bring back a word or two which

"Why if I were to say that she were engaged to this Colonel Stubbs, then he would go. He says that he

would start at once if he knew that his cousin were really engaged to somebody else." "But if she be not?"

"Perhaps I could just colour it a little. It would be such a grand thing to get him away, and he in this

miserable condition! If he were once on his travels, I do think he would soon begin to forget it all."

"Then I might as well try. He has set his heart upon it, and if he thinks that I have done his bidding then he

will obey you. As for turning him out, Tom, of course you do not really mean that!"

In answer to this Sir Thomas said nothing. He knew well enough that Tom couldn't be turned out. That

turning out of a son is a difficult task to accomplish, and one altogether beyond the power of Sir Thomas. The

chief cause of his sorrow lay in the fact that he, as the head of Travers and Treason, was debarred from the

assistance and companionship of his son. All Travers and Treason was nothing to him, because his son would

run so far away from the right path. There was nothing he would not do to bring him back. If Ayala could

have been bought by any reasonable, or even unreasonable, amount of thousands, he would have bought her

willingly for his boy's delight. It was a thing wonderful to him that Tom should have been upset so absolutely

by his love. He did appreciate the feeling so far that he was willing to condone all those follies already

committed if Tom would only put himself in the way of recovery. That massacreing of the policeman, those

illspent nights at the Mountaineers and at Bolivia's, that foolish challenge, and the almost more foolish blow

under the portico at the Haymarket, should all be forgiven if Tom would only consent to go through some

slight purgation which would again fit him for Travers and Treason. And the purgation should be made as

pleasant as possible. He should travel about the world with his pocket full of money and with every

arrangement for luxurious comfort. Only he must go. There was no other way in which he could be so purged

as to be again fit for Travers and Treason. He did not at all believe that Ayala could now be purchased.

Whether pigheaded or not, Ayala was certainly selfwilled. No good such as Tom expected would come

from this projected visit to Stalham. But if he would allow it to be made in obedience to Tom's request

then perhaps some tidings might be brought back which, whether strictly true or not, might induce Tom to

allow himself to be put on board the ship. Arguing thus with himself, Sir Thomas at last gave his consent.

It was a most disagreeable task which the mother thus undertook. She could not go from Merle Park to

Stalham and back in one day. It was necessary that she should sleep two nights in London. It was arranged,

therefore, that she should go up to London on the Thursday; then make her journey down to Stalham and

back on the Friday, and get home on the Saturday. There would then still remain nearly a fortnight before

Tom would have to leave Merle Park. After much consideration it was decided that a note should be written

to Ayala apprising her of her aunt's coming. "I hope Lady Albury will not be surprised at my visit," said the

note, "but I am so anxious to see you, just for half an hour, upon a matter of great importance, that I shall run

my chance." She would prefer to have seen the girl without any notice; but then, had no notice been given,

the girl would perhaps have been out of the way. As it was a telegram was received back in reply. "I shall be

at home. Lady Albury will be very glad to see you at lunch. She says there shall be a room all ready if you

"I certainly shall not stay there," Lady Tringle said to Mrs Traffick, "but it is as well to know that they will be

"They are stuckup sort of people I believe," said Augusta; "just like that Marchesa Baldoni, who is one of

them. But, as to their being civil, that is a matter of course. They would hardly be uncivil to anyone

Then came the Thursday on which the journey was to be commenced. As the moment came near Lady

Tringle was very much afraid of the task before her. She was afraid even of her niece Ayala, who had

assumed increased proportions in her eyes since she had persistently refused not only Tom but also Colonel

Stubbs and Captain Batsby, and then in spite of her own connexion with Lord Boardotrade of whom since

her daughter's marriage she had learned to think less than she had done before she did feel that the

Alburys were fashionable people, and that Ayala as their guest had achieved something for herself. Stalham

was, no doubt, superior in general estimation to Merle Park, and with her there had been always a certain awe

of Ayala which she had not felt in reference to Lucy. Ayala's demand that Augusta should go upstairs and

fetch the scrapbook had had its effect as had also her success in going up St Peter's and to the Marchesa's

dance; and then there would be Lady Albury herself and all the Alburys! Only that Tom was very anxious,

"I do think that, if you would make her understand the real truth, she might have me yet. She wouldn't like

"I do not believe it, mother. I have seen her when she wouldn't kill even a fly. It she could only be made to

"I am afraid she won't care for that unless she can bring herself really to love you."

"Ah, my boy; how am I to tell you? Perhaps if you hadn't loved her so well it might have been different. If

"Scorn her! I couldn't scorn her. I have heard of that kind of thing before, but how is one to help oneself? You

can't scorn a friend just because you choose to say so to yourself. When I see her she is something so precious

to me that I could not be rough to her to save my life. When she first came it wasn't so. I could laugh at her

then. But now ! They talk about goddesses, but I am sure she is a goddess to me."

"If you had made no more than a woman of her it might have been better, Tom." All that was too late now.

The doctrine which Lady Tringle was enunciating to her son, and which he repudiated, is one that has been

often preached and never practised. A man when he is conscious of the presence of a mere woman, to whom

he feels that no worship is due, may for his own purpose be able to tell a lie to her, and make her believe that

he acknowledges a divinity in her presence. But, when he feels the goddess, he cannot carry himself before

her as though she were a mere woman, and, as such, inferior to himself in her attributes. Poor Tom had felt

the touch of something divine, and had fallen immediately prostrate before the shrine with his face to the

ground. His chance with Ayala could in no circumstances have been great; but she was certainly not one to

"What is it, my dear? I must really go now or I shall be too late for the train."

"Mother, tell her, tell her tell her that I love her." His mother ran back, kissed his brow, and then left the

Lady Tringle spent that evening in Queen's Gate, where Sir Thomas remained with her. The hours passed

heavily, as they had not much present to their mind with which to console each other. Sir Thomas had no

belief whatever in the journey except in so far as it might help to induce his son to proceed upon his travels

but his wife had been so far softened by poor Tom's sorrows as to hope a little, in spite of her judgment,

that Ayala might yet relent. Her heart was soft towards her son, so that she felt that the girl would deserve all

manner of punishment unless she would at last yield to Tom's wishes. She was all but sure that it could not be

On the next morning the train took her safely to the Stalham Road Station, and as she approached the end of

her journey her heart became heavier within her. She felt that she could not but fail to give any excuse to the

Alburys for such a journey unless, indeed, Ayala should do as she would have her. At the station she

found the Albury carriage, with the Albury coachman, and the Albury footman, and the Albury liveries,

waiting for her. It was a closed carriage, and for a moment she thought that Ayala might be there. In that case

she could have performed her commission in the carriage, and then have returned to London without going to

the house at all. But Ayala was not there. Lady Tringle was driven up to the house, and then taken through

the hall into a small sittingroom, where for a moment she was alone. Then the door opened, and Ayala,

radiant with beauty, in all the prettiness of her best morning costume, was in a moment in her arms. She

seemed in her brightness to be different from that Ayala who had been known before at Glenbogie and in

Ayala was compelled to consent to remain at Stalham. The "I don't think" which she repeated so often was, of

course, of no avail to her. Sir Harry would be angry, and Lady Albury would be disgusted, were she to go

and so she remained. There was to be a week before Colonel Stubbs would come, and she was to remain not

only for the week but also for some short time afterwards so that there might be yet a few days left of

hunting under the Colonel. It could not, surely, have been doubtful to her after she had read that letter

with the postscript that if she remained her happiness would be ensured! He would not have come again

and insisted on her being there to receive him if nothing were to come of it. And yet she had fought for

permission to return to Kingsbury Crescent after her little fashion, and had at last yielded, as she told Lady

Albury because Sir Harry seemed to wish it. "Of course he wishes it," said Lady Albury. "He has got the

pony on purpose, and nobody likes being disappointed when he has done a thing so much as Sir Harry."

Ayala, delighted as she was, did not make her secret known. She was fluttered, and apparently uneasy so

that her friend did not know what to make of it, or which way to take it. Ayala's secret was to herself a secret

still to be maintained with holy reticence. It might still be possible that Jonathan Stubbs should never say

another word to her of his love. If he did why then all the world might know. Then there would be no

secret. Then she could sit and discuss her love, and his love, all night long with Lady Albury, if Lady Albury

would listen to her. In the meantime the secret must be a secret. To confess her love, and then to have her

And thus it went on through the whole week, Lady Albury not quite knowing what to make of it. Once she

did say a word, thinking that she would thus extract the truth, not as yet understanding how potent Ayala

could be to keep her secret. "That man has, at any rate, been very true to you," she said. Ayala frowned, and

shook her head, and would not say a word upon the subject. "If she did not mean to take him now, surely she

"She is a pretty little girl enough," said Sir Harry, "but I doubt whether she is worth all the trouble."

"Of course she is not. What pretty little girl ever was? But as long as he thinks her worth it the trouble has to

"I am not at all so sure of it. She has been made to believe that you wanted her to stay, and therefore she has

stayed. She is quite master enough of herself to ride out hunting with him again and then to refuse him." And

so Lady Albury doubted up to the Sunday, and all through the Sunday up to the very moment when the

last preparations were to be made for the man's arrival. The train reached the Stalham Road Station at 7 p.m.,

and the distance was five miles. On Sundays they usually dined at Stalham at 7.30. The hour fixed was to be

8 on this occasion and even with this there would be some bustling. The house was now nearly empty,

there being no visitors there except Mr and Mrs Gosling and Ayala. Lady Albury gave many thoughts to the

manner of the man's reception, and determined at last that Jonathan should have an opportunity of saying a

word to Ayala immediately on his arrival if he so pleased. "Mind you are down at half past seven," she said to

"There is no knowing. Sir Harry is so fussy. I shall be down, and I should like you to be with me." Then

"You'll make me wear it out before anyone else sees it," she said, laughing. But again she promised. She got a

glimmer of light from it all, nearly understanding what Lady Albury intended. But against such intentions as

these she had no reason to fight. Why should she not be ready to see him? Why should she not have on her

prettiest dress when he came? If he meant to say the word then her prettiest dress would be all too poor,

and her readiest ears not quick enough to meet so great a joy. If he were not to say the other word then

should she shun him by staying behind, or be afraid of the encounter? Should she be less gaily attired because

Oh, no! "I'll be there at half past seven," she said. "But I know the train will be late, and Sir Harry won't get

"Then, my dear, great as the Colonel is, he may come in and get what is left for him in the middle. Sir Harry

The buxom woman came and dressed her. The buxom woman probably knew what was going to happen

was perhaps more keenly alive to the truth than Lady Albury herself. "We have taken great care of it, haven't

we, Miss?" she said, as she fastened the dress behind. "It's just as new still."

"I don't know much about that, Miss. Somebody will have to pay for a good many more new dresses before

two years are over, I take it." To this Ayala made no answer, but she was quite sure that the buxom woman

Punctually at half past seven she was in the drawingroom, and there she remained alone for a few minutes.

She endeavoured to sit down and be quiet, but she found it impossible to compose herself. Almost

immediately he would be there, and then as she was quite sure her fate would be known to her

instantly. She knew that the first moment of his presence in the room with her would tell her everything. If

that were told to her which she desired to hear, everything should be retold to him as quickly. But, if it were

otherwise, then she thought that when the moment came she would still have strength enough to hide her

sorrow. If he had come simply for the hunting simply that they two might ride ahunting together so that

he might show to her that all traces of his disappointment were gone then she would know how to teach

him to think that her heart towards him was as it had ever been. The thing to be done would be so sad as to

call from her tears almost of blood in her solitude; but it should be so done that no one should know that any

sorrow such as this had touched her bosom. Not even to Lucy should this secret be told.

There was a clock on the mantelpiece to which her eye was continually turned. It now wanted twenty minutes

to eight, and she was aware that if the train was punctual he might now be at the hall door. At this moment

Lady Albury entered the room. "Your knight has come at last," she said; "I hear his wheels on the gravel."

"Whose ever knight he is, there he is. Knight or not, I must go and welcome him." Then Lady Albury hurried

out of the room and Ayala was again alone. The door had been left partly open, so that she could hear the

sound of voices and steps across the inner hall or billiardroom. There were the servants waiting upon him,

and Sir Harry bidding him to go up and dress at once so as not to keep the whole house waiting, and Lady

Albury declaring that there was yet ample time as the dinner certainly would not be on the table for half an

hour. She heard it all, and heard him to whom all her thoughts were now given laughing as he declared that

he had never been so cold in his life, and that he certainly would not dress himself till he had warmed his

fingers. She was far away from the door, not having stirred from the spot on which she was standing when

Lady Albury left her; but she fancied that she heard the murmur of some slight whisper, and she told herself

that Lady Albury was telling him where to seek her. Then she heard the sound of the man's step across the

billiardroom, she heard his hand upon the door, and there he was in her presence! When she thought of it all

afterwards, as she did so many scores of times, she never could tell how it had occurred. When she accused

him in her playfulness, telling him that he had taken for granted that of which he had had no sign, she never

knew whether there had been aught of truth in her accusation. But she did know that he had hardly closed the

door behind him when she was in his arms, and felt the burning love of his kisses upon her cheeks. There had

been no more asking whether he was to have any other answer. Of that she was quite sure. Had there been

such further question she would have answered him, and some remembrance of her own words would have

remained with her. She was quite sure that she had answered no question. Some memory of mingled granting

and denying, of repulses and assents all quickly huddled upon one another, of attempts to escape while she

was so happy to remain, and then of a deluge of love terms which fell upon her ears "his own one, his

wife, his darling, his Ayala, at last his own sweet Ayala," this was what remained to her of that little

interview. She had not spoken a word. She thought she was sure of that. Her breath had left her so that she

could not speak. And yet it had been taken for granted though on former occasions he had pleaded with

slow piteous words! How had it been that he had come to know the truth so suddenly? Then she became

aware that Lady Albury was speaking to Mrs Gosling in the billiardroom outside, detaining her other guest

till the scene within should be over. At that moment she did speak a word which she remembered afterwards.

"Go go; you must go now." Then there had been one other soft repulse, one other sweet assent and the

man had gone. There was just a moment for her, in which to tell herself that the Angel of Light had come for

Mrs Gosling, who was a pretty little woman, crept softly into the room, hiding her suspicion if she had any.

Lady Albury put out her hand to Ayala behind the other woman's back, not raising it high, but just so that her

young friend might touch it if she pleased. Ayala did touch it, sliding her little fingers into the offered grasp.

"What the deuce are you all up to?" said Sir Harry, bursting into the room. "It's eight now, and that man has

"He hasn't been in the house above five minutes yet," said Lady Albury, "and I think he has been very quick."

During dinner and afterwards they were very full of hunting for the next day. It was wonderful to Ayala that

there should be thought for such a trifle when there was such a thing as love in the world. While there was so

much to fill her heart, how could there be thoughts of anything else? But Jonathan he was Jonathan to her

now, her Jonathan, her Angel of Light was very keen upon the subject. There was but one week left. He

thought that Croppy might manage three days as there was to be but one week. Croppy would have leisure

But Lady Albury and Jonathan together silenced Sir Harry, and Mrs Gosling proved the absurdity of the

objection by telling the story of a pony who had carried a lady three days running. "I should not have liked to

be either the pony, or the owner, or the lady," said Sir Harry. But he was silenced. What did it matter though

the heavens fell, so that Ayala was pleased? What is too much to be done for a girl who proves herself to be

She had but one moment alone with her lover that night. "I always loved you," she whispered to him as she

fled away. The Colonel did not quite understand the assertion, but he was contented with it as he sat smoking

his cigar with Sir Harry and Mr Gosling. But, though she could have but one word that night with her lover,

there were many words between her and Lady Albury before they went to bed. "And so, like wise people, you

"No, not that. I would tell you anything that I could tell, because you have been so very, very good to me. But

I cannot tell. I cannot explain even to myself. Oh, Lady Albury, why have you been so good to me?"

"I do love you dearly. I shall always love you now. I do hope I shall love you now, because you will be his

"Because I loved him. Cannot you understand that? Because I was anxious that he should have all that he

wanted. Was it not necessary that there should be some house in which he might meet you? Could there have

been much of a pleasant time for wooing between you in your aunt's drawingroom in Kingsbury Crescent?"

"Could he have taken you out hunting unless you had been here? How could he and you have known each

"Well he consulted me. We talked you all over, and made up our minds, between us, that if we petted you

"Sir Harry was in the secret, and he did his petting by buying the frock. That was a success too, I think."

"Jonathan," said Ayala, almost stumbling over the word, as she pronounced it aloud for the first time.

"I think he liked it. But whether he would have persevered without it you must ask yourself. If he tells you

that he would never have said another word to you only for this frock, then I think you ought to thank Sir

"I am sure he will not tell me that," said Ayala, with mock indignation. "And now, my dear, as I have told

you all my secret, and have explained to you how we laid our heads together, and plotted against you, I think

you ought to tell me your secret. Why was it that you refused him so pertinaciously on that Sunday when you

were out walking, and yet you knew your mind about it so clearly as soon as he arrived today?"

"Lady Albury, I think I fell in love with him the first moment I saw him. The Marchesa took me to a party in

"No. He was very funny as he often is. Don't you know his way? I remember every word he said to me.

"Oh yes. Whatever he told me I should have done. Then he scolded me because I did not stand up quick

enough. And he invented some story about a woman who was engaged to him and would not marry him

because he had red hair and his name was Jonathan. I knew it was all a joke, and yet I hated the woman."

"At ever so long an interval?" Ayala bobbed her head at her companion. "And why?"

"Ah that I can't tell. I shall try to tell him some day, but I know that I never shall. It was because . But,

Lady Albury, I cannot tell it. Did you ever picture anything to yourself in a waking dream?"

"Never have come true exactly. I had a castle in the air, and in the castle lived a knight." She was still

ashamed to say that the inhabitant of the castle was an Angel of Light. "I wanted to find out whether he was

"I have been sure a long time. But when we walked out on that Sunday I was such an idiot that I did not know

how to tell him. Oh, Lady Albury, I was such a fool! What should I have done if he hadn't come back?"

"Oh, yes; indeed. He is the real real knight, that has always been living in my castle."

Ayala's promotion was now so firmly fixed that the buxom female came to assist her off with her clothes

when Lady Albury had left her. From this time forth it was supposed that such assistance would be necessary.

"I take it, Miss," said the buxom female, "there will be a many new dresses before the end of this time two

years." From which Ayala was quite sure that everybody in the house knew all about it.

But it was now, now when she was quite alone, that the great sense of her happiness came to her. In the

fulness of her dreams there had never been more than the conviction that such a being, and none other, could

be worthy of her love. There had never been faith in the hope that such a one would come to her never

even though she would tell herself that angels had come down from heaven and had sought in marriage the

hands of the daughters of men. Her dreams had been to her a barrier against love rather than an

encouragement. But now he that she had in truth dreamed of had come for her. Then she brought out the

Marchesa's letter and read that description of her lover. Yes; he was all that; true, brave, tender a very

hero. But then he was more than all that for he was in truth the very "Angel of Light".

The Monday was devoted to hunting. I am not at all sure that riding about the country with a pack of hounds

is an amusement specially compatible with that assured love entertainment which was now within the reach

of Ayala and her Angel. For the rudiments of lovemaking, for little endearing attentions, for a few sweet

words to be whispered with shortened breath as one horse gallops beside another, perhaps for a lengthened

half hour together, amidst the mazes of a large wood when opportunities are no doubt given for private

conversation, hunting may be very well. But for two persons who are engaged, with the mutual consent of all

their friends, a comfortable sofa is perhaps preferable. Ayala had heard as yet but very little of her lover's

intentions was acquainted only with that one single intention which he had declared in asking her to be his

wife. There were a thousand things to be told the how, the where, and the when. She knew hitherto the

why, and that was all. Nothing could be told her while she was galloping about a big wood on Croppy's back.

"I am delighted to see you again in these parts, Miss," said Larry Twentyman, suddenly.

"I ought to have asked for her first. Does baby come out too?" "Not quite. But when the hounds are near

mamma comes for an hour or so. We have had a wonderful season quite wonderful. You have heard,

perhaps, of our great run from Dillsborough Wood. We found him there, close to my place, you know, and

run him down in the Brake country after an hour and forty minutes. There were only five or six of them.

You'd have been one, Miss, to a moral, if you'd have been here on the pony. I say we never changed our fox."

Ayala was well disposed towards Larry Twentyman, and was quite aware that, according to the records and

established usages of that hunt, he was a man with whom she might talk safely. But she did not care about the

foxes so much as she had done before. There was nothing now for which she cared much, except Jonathan

Stubbs. He was always riding near her throughout the day, so that he might be with her should there arise

anything special to be done; but he was not always close to her as she would have had him. He had gained

his purpose, and he was satisfied. She had entered in upon the fruition of positive bliss, but enjoyed it in

perfection only when she heard the sound of his voice, or could look into his eyes as she spoke to him. She

did not care much about the great run from Dillsborough, or even for the compliment with which Mr

Twentyman finished his narrative. They were riding about the big woods all day, not without killing a fox,

but with none of the excitement of a real run. "After that Croppy will be quite fit to come again on

Wednesday," suggested the Colonel on their way home. To which Sir Harry assented.

"What do you folks mean to do today?" asked Lady Albury at breakfast on the following morning. Ayala had

her own little plan in her head, but did not dare to propose it publicly. "Will you choose to be driven, or will

you choose to walk?" said Lady Albury, addressing herself to Ayala. Ayala, in her present position, was

considered to be entitled to special consideration. Ayala thought she would prefer to walk. At last there came

a moment in which she could make her request to the person chiefly concerned. "Walk with me to the wood

with that absurd name," suggested Ayala. "Gobblegoose Wood," suggested the Colonel. Then that was

A walk in a wood is perhaps almost as good as a comfortable seat in a drawingroom, and is, perhaps, less

liable to intrusion. They started and walked the way which Ayala remembered so well when she had trudged

along, pretending to listen to Sir Harry and Captain Glomax as they carried on their discussion about the

hunted fox, but giving all her ears to the Colonel, and wondering whether he would say anything to her before

the day was over. Then her mind had been in a perturbed state which she herself had failed to understand. She

was sure that she would say "No" to him, should he speak, and yet she desired that it should be "Yes". What a

fool she had been, she told herself as she walked along now, and how little she had deserved all the good that

The conversation was chiefly with him as they went. He told her much now of the how, and the when, and

the where. He hoped there might be no long delay. He would live, he said, for the next year or two at

Aldershot, and would be able to get a house fit for her on condition that they should be married at once. He

did not explain why the house could not be taken even though their marriage were delayed two or three

months but as to this she asked no questions. Of course they must be married in London if Mrs Dosett

wished it; but if not it might be arranged that the wedding should take place at Stalham. Upon all this and

many other things he had much to propose, and all that he said Ayala accepted as gospel. As the Angel of

Light had appeared as the knight who was lord of the castle had come forth of course he must be

obeyed in everything. He could hardly have made a suggestion to which she would not have acceded. When

they had entered the wood Ayala in her own quiet way led him to the very spot in which on that former day

"I remember that you and I were walking here together," he said. "Ay, but this very turn? Do you remember

"Jonathan, you remember nothing about it. It has all passed away from you just as though you were talking to

"I remember every word of it. I remember how you stood and how you looked, even to the hat you wore and

the little switch you held in your hand when you asked for one little word, one glance, one slightest touch.

There, now you shall have all my weight to bear." Then she leant upon him with both her hands, turned

round her arm, glanced up into his face, and opened her lips as though speaking that little word. "Do you

"And was not that untrue? Oh, Jonathan, that was such a story. Had I thought so I should have been

"I never said so. I never told you such a story as that. I did love you then, almost as well as I do now. Oh, I

"Ah; that is what I would explain to you now here on this very spot if I could. Does it not seem odd

that a girl should have all that she wants offered to her, and yet not be able to take it?"

"Indeed it was. When I was in church that morning I told myself that I never, never could be happy unless

"I knew how to love you," she said, "but I did not know how to tell you that I loved you. I can tell you now;

cannot I?" and then she looked up at him and smiled. "Yes, I think I shall never be tired of telling you now. It

is sweet to hear you say that you love me, but it is sweeter still to be always telling you. And yet I could not

"It was only that that kept me from being altogether wretched. I think that I was ashamed to tell you the truth

when I had once refused to do as you would have me. I had given you so much trouble all for nothing. I think

that if you had asked me on that first day at the ball in London I should have said yes, if I had told the truth."

"Nevertheless it was so. I don't mind owning it to you now, though I never, never, would own it to anyone

else. When you came to us at the theatre I was sure that no one else could ever have been so good: I certainly

"I did," she said. "Now I have told you everything, and if you choose to think I have been bad why you

"I suppose it was bad to fall in love with a man like that; and very bad to give him the trouble of coming so

often. But now I have made a clean breast of it, and if you want to scold me you must scold me now. You

may do it now, but you must never scold me afterwards because of that." It may be left to the reader to

imagine the nature of the scolding which she received. Then on their way home she thanked him for all the

good that he had done to all those belonging to her. "I have heard it all from Lucy how generous you have

"I did offer to lend him something, and, indeed, I sent him a cheque; but two days afterwards he returned it.

"Yes, your Uncle Tom; the man of millions! He came forward and cut me out altogether. I don't know what

went on down there in Sussex, but when he heard that they intended to be married shortly he put his hand into

"Well; yes. One gentleman shouldn't strike another, even though he be ever so much in love. It's an

uncomfortable proceeding, and never has good results. But then, poor fellow, he has been so much in

"That was very different. He ought to have taken it. If you had taken it you would have been very wrong, and

"And then you were too goodnatured. That was it. I don't think you really love me not as I love you. Oh,

Jonathan, if you were to change your mind now! Suppose you were to tell me that it was a mistake! Suppose I

"I should go mad stark mad. Shake me till I find out whether it is real waking, downright, earnest. But,

Jonathan, why did you call me Miss Dormer when you went away? That was the worst of all. I remember

when you called me Ayala first. It went through and through me like an electric shock. But you never saw it

On that afternoon when she returned home she wrote to her sister Lucy, giving a sister's account to her sister

of all her happiness. "I am sure Isadore is second best, but Jonathan is best. I don't want you to say so; but if

you contradict me I shall stick to it. You remember my telling you that the old woman in the railway said that

I was perverse. She was a clever old woman, and knew all about it, for I was perverse. However, it has come

all right now, and Jonathan is best of all. Oh, my man my man! Is it not sweet to have a man of one's own

to love?" If this letter had been written on the day before as would have been the case had not Ayala been

taken out hunting it would have reached Merle Park on the Wednesday, the news would have been made

known to Aunt Emmeline, and so conveyed to poor Tom, and that disagreeable journey from Merle Park to

Stalham would have been saved. But there was no time for writing on the Monday. The letter was sent away

in the Stalham postbag on the Tuesday evening, and did not reach Merle Park till the Thursday, after Lady

Tringle had left the house. Had it been known on that morning that Ayala was engaged to Colonel Stubbs that

would have sufficed to send Tom away upon his travels without any more direct messenger from Stalham.

On the Wednesday there was more hunting, and on this day Ayala, having liberated her mind to her lover in

Gobblegoose Wood, was able to devote herself more satisfactorily to the amusement in hand. Her

engagement was now an old affair. It had already become matter for joking to Sir Harry, and had been

discussed even with Mrs Gosling. It was, of course, "a joy for ever' but still she was beginning to descend

from the clouds and to walk the earth no more than a simple queen. When, therefore, the hounds went

away and Larry told her that he knew the best way out of the wood, she collected her energies and rode "like

a little brick", as Sir Harry said when they got back to Stalham. On that afternoon she received the note from

On the Thursday she stayed at home and wrote various letters. The first was to the Marchesa, and then one to

Nina in both of which much had to be said about "Jonathan." To Nina also she could repeat her idea of the

delight of having a man to love. Then there was a letter to Aunt Margaret which certainly was due, and

another to Aunt Emmeline which was not however received until after Lady Tringle's visit to Stalham.

There was much conversation between her and Lady Albury as to the possible purpose of the visit which was

to be made on the morrow. Lady Albury was of opinion that Lady Tringle had heard of the engagement, and

was coming with the intention of setting it on one side on Tom's behalf. "But she can't do that, you know,"

said Ayala, with some manifest alarm. "She is nothing to me now, Lady Albury. She got rid of me, you know.

About a quarter of an hour before the time for lunch on the following day Lady Tringle was shown into the

small sittingroom which has been mentioned in a previous chapter, and Ayala, radiant with happiness and

beauty, appeared before her. There was a look about her of being at home at Stalham, as though she were

almost a daughter of the house, that struck her aunt with surprise. There was nothing left of that

submissiveness which, though Ayala herself had not been submissive, belonged, as of right, to girls so

dependent as she and her sister Lucy. "I am so delighted to see you at Stalham," said Ayala, as she embraced

"I am come to you", said Lady Tringle, "on a matter of very particular business." Then she paused, and

"I got your telegram, and I thought it very civil of Lady Albury. But I cannot stay. Your poor cousin Tom is

"I have sent you such news oh, such news, Aunt Emmeline!" "What news, my dear?" Lady Tringle as she

"Yes, Aunt Emmeline engaged. I wrote to you on Tuesday to tell you all about it. I hope you and Uncle

Tom will approve. There cannot possibly be any reason against it except only that I have nothing to give

him in return; that is in the way of money. Colonel Stubbs, Aunt Emmeline, is not what Uncle Tom will call a

rich man, but everybody here says that he has got quite enough to be comfortable. If he had nothing in the

world it could not make any difference to me. I don't understand how anybody is to love anyone or not to

"Oh dear yes. Perhaps you would like to ask Lady Albury about it. He did want it before, you know.

"But now you are engaged to him?" In answer to this Ayala thought it sufficient simply to nod her head. "It is

"Oh yes. It was always over for him, Aunt Emmeline. I told him ever so many times that it never could be so.

"Aunt Emmeline," said Ayala, putting on all the serious dignity which she knew how to assume, "I am

engaged to Colonel Stubbs, and nothing on earth that anybody can say can change it. If you want to hear all

about it, Lady Albury will tell you. She knows that you are my aunt, and therefore she will be quite willing to

"He is ill terribly ill. He will have to go away and travel all about the world, and I don't know that ever he

will come back again. I am sure this Stubbs will never love you as he has done."

"And then Tom will have twice as much. But, however " Ayala stood silent, not seeing that any good

could be done by addition to her former assurances. "I will go and tell him, my dear, that's all. Will you not

"Oh, yes; any message that I can that shall go along with my sincere attachment to Colonel Stubbs. You must

tell him that I am engaged to Colonel Stubbs. You will tell him, Aunt Emmeline?" "Oh, yes; if it must be so."

"It must," said Ayala. "Then you may give him my love, and tell him that I am very unhappy that I should

have been a trouble to him, and that I hope he will soon be well, and come back from his travels." By this

time Aunt Emmeline was dissolved in tears. "I could not help it, Aunt Emmeline, could I?" Her aunt had once

terribly outraged her feelings by telling her that she had encouraged Tom. Ayala remembered at this moment

the cruel words and the wound which they had inflicted on her; but, nevertheless, she behaved tenderly, and

endeavoured to be respectful and submissive. "I could not help it could I, Aunt Emmeline?"

After that Lady Tringle declared that she would return to London at once. No she would rather not go in

to lunch. She would rather go back at once to the station if they would take her. She had been weeping, and

did not wish to show her tears. Therefore, at Ayala's request, the carriage came round again to the great

disgust, no doubt, of the coachman and Lady Tringle was taken back to the station without having seen

It was not till Colonel Stubbs had been three or four days at Stalham, basking in the sunshine of Ayala's love,

that any of the Stalham family heard of the great event which had occurred in the life of Ayala's third lover.

During that walk to and from Gobblegoose Wood something had been said between the lovers as to Captain

Batsby something, no doubt, chiefly in joke. The idea of the poor Captain having fallen suddenly into so

melancholy a condition was droll enough. "But he never spoke to me," said Ayala. "He doesn't speak very

much to anyone," said the Colonel, "but he thinks a great deal about things. He has had ever so many affairs

with ever so many ladies, who generally, I fancy, want to marry him because of his money. How he has

escaped so long nobody knows." A man when he has just engaged himself to be married is as prone as ever to

talk of other men "escaping", feeling that, though other young ladies were no better than evils to be avoided,

his young lady is to be regarded as almost a solitary instance of a blessing. Then, two days afterwards, arrived

the news of the trip to Ostend. Sir Harry received a letter from a friend in which an account was given of his

halfbrother's adventure. "What do you think has happened?" said Sir Harry, jumping up from his chair at the

"Benjamin with a young lady!" exclaimed Lady Albury. Ayala and Stubbs were equally astonished, each

of them knowing that the Captain had been excluded from Stalham because of the ardour of his unfortunate

love for Ayala. "Ayala, that is your doing!" "No!" said Ayala. "But I am very glad if he's happy."

"It is that which makes it so very peculiar," said Sir Harry, looking at Ayala. He had learned something of the

"But the worst of it is", continued Sir Harry, "that he is not at all happy. The young lady has come back,

"Benjamin never will get a wife," said Lady Albury. Thus all the details of the little event became known at

Of the Captain's condition and whereabouts something must be told. When the great disruption came, and he

had been abused and ridiculed by Sir Thomas at Ostend, he felt that he could neither remain there where the

very waiters knew what had happened, nor could he return to Dover in the same vessel with Sir Thomas and

But Brussels did not offer him many allurements in his present frame of mind. He found nobody there whom

he particularly knew, and nothing particular to do. Solitude in a continental town with no amusements beyond

those offered by the table d'hote and the theatre is oppressing. His time he endeavoured to occupy with

thinking of the last promise he had made to Gertrude. Should he break it or should he keep it? Sir Thomas

Tringle was, no doubt, a very rich man and then there was the fact which would become known to all the

world, that he had run off with a young lady. Should he ultimately succeed in marrying the young lady the

enterprise would bear less of an appearance of failure than it would do otherwise. But then, should the money

not be forthcoming, the consolation coming from the possession of Gertrude herself would hardly suffice to

make him a happy man. Sir Thomas, when he came to consider the matter, would certainly feel that his

daughter had compromised herself by the journey, and that it would be good for her to be married to the man

who had taken her. It might be that Sir Thomas would yield, and consent to make, at any rate, some

compromise. A rumour had reached his ears that Traffick had received �200,000 with the elder daughter. He

would consent to take half that sum. After a week spent amidst the charms of Brussels he returned to London,

without any public declaration of his doing so "sneaked back", as a friend of his said of him at the club

and then went to work to carry out his purpose as best he might. All that was known of it at Stalham was that

On Friday, the 11th of April, when Ayala was a promised bride of nearly two weeks' standing and all the

uncles and aunts were aware that her lot in life had been fixed for her, Sir Thomas was alone in the back

room in Lombard Street, with his mind sorely diverted from the only joy of his life. The whole family were

now in town, and Septimus Traffick with his wife was actually occupying a room in Queen's Gate. How it

had come to pass Sir Thomas hardly knew. Some word had been extracted from him signifying a compliance

with a request that Augusta might come to the house for a night or two until a fitting residence should be

prepared for her. Something had been said of Lord Boardotrade's house being vacated for her and her

husband early in April. An occurrence to which married ladies are liable was about to take place with

Augusta, and Sir Thomas certainly understood that the occurrence was to be expected under the roof of the

coming infant's noble grandfather. Something as to ancestral halls had been thrown out in the chance way of

conversation. Then he certainly had assented to some minimum of London hospitality for his daughter as

certainly not including the presence of his soninlaw; and now both of them were domiciled in the big front

spare bedroom at Queen's Gate! This perplexed him sorely. And then Tom had been brought up from the

country still as an invalid, his mother moaning and groaning over him as though he were sick almost past

hope of recovery. And yet the nineteenth of the month, now only eight days distant, was still fixed for his

departure. Tom, on the return of his mother from Stalham, had to a certain extent accepted as irrevocable the

fact of which she bore the tidings. Ayala was engaged to Stubbs, and would, doubtless, with very little delay,

become Mrs Jonathan Stubbs. "I knew it," he said; "I knew it. Nothing could have prevented it unless I had

shot him through the heart. He told me that she had refused him; but no man could have looked like that after

being refused by Ayala." Then he never expressed a hope again. It was all over for him as regarded Ayala.

But he still refused to be well, or even, for a day or two, to leave his bed. He had allowed his mother to

understand that if the fact of her engagement were indubitably brought home to him he would gird up his

loins for his journey and proceed at once wherever it might be thought good to send him. His father had

sternly reminded him of his promise; but, when so reminded, Tom had turned himself in his bed and uttered

groans instead of replies. Now he had been brought up to London and was no longer actually in bed; but even

yet he had not signified his intention of girding up his loins and proceeding upon his journey. Nevertheless

the preparations were going on, and, under Sir Thomas's directions, the portmanteaus were already being

packed. Gertrude also was a source of discomfort to her father. She considered herself to have been deprived

of her two lovers, one after the other, in a spirit of cruel parsimony. And with this heavy weight upon her

breast she refused to take any part in the family conversations. Everything had been done for Augusta, and

everything was to be done for Tom. For her nothing had been done, and nothing had been promised and

she was therefore very sulky. With these troubles all around him, Sir Thomas was sitting oppressed and

Then there entered to him one of the junior clerks with a card announcing the name of Captain Batsby. He

looked at it for some seconds before he gave any notification of his intention, and then desired the young man

to tell the gentleman that he would not see him. The message had been delivered, and Captain Batsby with a

frown of anger on his brow was about to shake the dust off from his feet on the uncourteous threshold when

there came another message, saying that Captain Batsby could go in and see Sir Thomas if he wished it. Upon

this he turned round and was shown into the little sittingroom. "Well, Captain Batsby," said Sir Thomas;

"what can I do for you now? I am glad to see that you have come back safely from foreign parts."

At this the Captain was considerably puzzled. Of course Sir Thomas must know what he had to say. "The

"Not improbably. I have always observed that when people are interrupted in the performance of some

egregious stupidity their feelings are hurt. As I said before, what can I do for you now?" "I am very anxious

to complete the alliance which I have done myself the honour to propose to you."

"I did not know that you had proposed anything. You came down to my house under a false pretence; and

then you persuaded my daughter or else she persuaded you to go off together to Ostend. Is that what

"Am I to understand that you now want to arrange another elopement, and that you have come to ask my

"I want to make", said the Captain, "an offer for the young lady's hand in a proper form. I consider myself to

be in a position which justifies me in doing so. I am possessed of the young lady's affections, and have means

"Very much better means I hope, Captain Batsby. Otherwise I do not see what you and your wife would have

to live upon. I will tell you exactly what my feelings are in this matter. My daughter has gone off with you,

forgetting all the duty that she owed to me and to her mother, and throwing aside all ideas of propriety. After

that I will not say that you shall not marry her if both of you think fit. I do not doubt your means, and I have

no reason for supposing that you would be cruel to her. You are two fools, but after all fools must live in the

world. What I do say is, that I will not give a sixpence towards supporting you in your folly. Now, Captain

Captain Batsby had been called a fool also at Ostend, and there, amidst the distressing circumstances of his

position, had been constrained to bear the opprobrious name, little customary as it is for one gentleman to

allow himself to be called a fool by another; but now he had collected his thoughts, had reminded himself of

his position in the world, and had told himself that it did not become him to be too humble before this City

man of business. It might have been all very well at Ostend; but he was not going to be called a fool in

London without resenting it. "Sir Thomas," said he, "fool and folly are terms which I cannot allow you to use

"If you do not present yourself to me here, Captain Batsby, or at my own house or, perhaps I may say, at

"I suppose you will acknowledge that I am entitled to ask for your daughter's hand."

"I suppose you will acknowledge that when a man runs away with my daughter I am entitled to express my

opinion of his conduct." "That is all over now, Sir Thomas. What I did I did for love. There is no good in

crying over spilt milk. The question is as to the future happiness of the young lady."

"That is the only wise word I have heard you say, Captain Batsby. There is no good in crying after spilt milk.

Our journey to Ostend is done and gone. It was not very agreeable, but we have lived through it. I quite think

that you show a good judgment in not intending to go there again in quest of a clergyman. If you want to be

married there are plenty of them in London. I will not oppose your marriage, but I will not give you a

shilling. No man ever had a better opportunity of showing the disinterestedness of his affection. Now, good

"Captain Batsby, my time is precious. I have told you all that there is to tell." Then he stood up, and the

Captain with a stern demeanour and angry brow left the room and took himself in silence away from

"Do you want to marry Captain Batsby?" Sir Thomas said to his daughter that evening, having invited her to

"I like him so much the best of the two," said Sir Thomas. "But of course it is for you to judge. I could have

brought myself to give something to Houston. Luckily, however, Captain Batsby has got an income of his

"And you are sure that you would like to take him as your husband?" "Yes, papa."

"I tell you that he has been with me today in Lombard Street." "What did he say? Did he say anything about

"I told him that I should make no objection that I should leave it altogether to you. I only interfered with

one small detail as to my own wishes. I assured him that I should never give him or you a single shilling. I

don't suppose it will matter much to him, as he has, you know, means of his own." It was thus that Sir

Captain Batsby and the Trafficks were acquainted with each other. The Member of Parliament had, of course,

heard of the journey to Ostend from his wife, and had been instigated by her to express an opinion that the

young people ought to be married. "It is such a very serious thing", said Augusta to her husband, "to be four

hours on the sea together! And then you know !" Mr Traffick acknowledged that it was serious, and was

reminded by his wife that he, in the capacity of brother, was bound to interfere on his sister's behalf. "Papa,

you know, understands nothing about these kind of things. You, with your family interest, and your seat in

Parliament, ought to be able to arrange it." Mr Traffick probably knew how far his family interest and his seat

in Parliament would avail. They had, at any rate, got him a wife with a large fortune. They were promising

for him, still further, certain domiciliary advantages. He doubted whether he could do much for Batsby; but

still he promised to try. If he could arrange these matters it might be that he would curry fresh favour with Sir

Thomas by doing so. He therefore made it his business to encounter Captain Batsby on the Sunday afternoon

at a club to which they both belonged. "So you have come back from your little trip?" said the Member of

The Captain was not unwilling to discuss the question of their family relations with Mr Traffick. If anybody

would have influence with Sir Thomas it might probably be Mr Traffick. "Yes; I have come back."

"Without my bride as yet. That is a kind of undertaking in which a man is apt to run many dangers before

"I dare say. I never did anything of the kind myself. Of course you know that I am the young lady's

"And therefore you won't mind me speaking. Don't you think you ought to do something further?"

"Something further! By George, I should think so," said the Captain, exultingly. "I mean to do a great many

"You oughtn't, you know. When a man has taken a girl off with him in that way, he should go on with it. It's a

"That was a matter of course. If he hadn't done it, I must. I have made the family my own, and, of course,

must look after its honour." The noble scion of the house of Traffick, as he said this, showed by his

countenance that he perfectly understood the duty which circumstances had imposed upon him.

"Not much if he'd do as he ought to do now. As you are her brotherinlaw, I'll tell you just how it stands. I

"Yes; the day before yesterday. And what do you think he says?" "What does he say?"

"He won't give her a shilling! Such an idea, you know! As though she were to be punished after marriage for

"Take your chance of the money. I'd have done it; only, of course, it was different with me. He was glad to

"I've got a tidy income of my own, you know," said the Captain, thinking that he was entitled to be made

"Take your chance," continued Traffick. "What on earth can a man like Tringle do with his money except

give it to his children? He is rough, as you say, but he is not hardhearted, nor yet stubborn. I can do pretty

"Yes; by smoothing him down the right way. You run your chance, and we'll get it all put right for you." The

Captain hesitated, rubbing his head carefully to encourage the thoughts which were springing up within his

bosom. The Honourable Mr Traffick might perhaps succeed in getting the affair put right, as he called it, in

the interest rather of the elder than of the second daughter. "I don't see how you can hesitate now, as you have

"I don't know about that. I should like to see the money settled." "There would have been nothing settled if

"But I didn't," said the Captain. "I tell you what you might do. You might talk him over and make him a little

"That's out of the question," said Mr Traffick, shaking his head. "Suppose we say sixty thousand pounds."

Then after some chaffering on the subject it was decided between them that Mr Traffick should use his

powerful influence with his fatherinlaw to give his daughter on her marriage say a hundred thousand

Mr Traffick entertained some grand ideas as to the house of Travers and Treason. Why should not he become

a member, and ultimately the leading member, of that firm? Sir Thomas was not a young man, though he was

strong and hearty. Tom had hitherto succeeded only in making an ass of himself. As far as transacting the

affairs of the firm, Tom so thought Mr Traffick was altogether out of the question. He might perish in

those extensive travels which he was about to take. Mr Traffick did not desire any such catastrophe but

the young man might perish. There was a great opening. Mr Traffick, with his thorough knowledge of

business, could not but see that there was a great opening. Besides Tom, there were but two daughters, one of

whom was his own wife. Augusta, his wife, was, he thought, certainly the favourite at the present moment.

Sir Thomas could, indeed, say rough things even to her; but then Sir Thomas was of his nature rough. Now,

at this time, the rough things said to Gertrude were very much the rougher. In all these circumstances the

wisdom of interfering in Gertrude's little affairs was very clear to Mr Traffick. Gertrude would, of course, get

herself married sooner or later, and almost any other husband would obtain a larger portion than that which

would satisfy Batsby. Sir Thomas was now constantly saying good things about Mr Houston. Mr Houston

would be much more objectionable than Captain Batsby much more likely to interfere. He would require

more money at once, and might possibly come forward himself in the guise of a partner. Mr Traffick saw his

way clearly. It was incumbent upon him to see that Gertrude should become Mrs Batsby with as little delay

But one thing he did not see. One thing he had failed to see since his first introduction to the Tringle family.

He had not seen the peculiar nature of his fatherinlaw's foibles. He did not understand either the weakness

or the strength of Sir Thomas either the softness or the hardness. Mr Traffick himself was blessed with a

very hard skin. In the carrying out of a purpose there was nothing which his skin was not sufficiently

serviceable to endure. But Sir Thomas, rough as he was, had but a thin skin a thin skin and a soft heart.

Had Houston and Gertrude persevered he would certainly have given way. For Tom, in his misfortune, he

would have made any sacrifice. Though he had given the broadest hints which he had been able to devise he

had never as yet brought himself absolutely to turn Traffick out of his house. When Ayala was sent away he

still kept her name in his will, and added also that of Lucy as soon as Lucy had been entrusted to him. Had

things gone a little more smoothly between him and Hamel when they met had he not unluckily advised

that all the sculptor's grand designs should be sold by auction for what they would fetch he would have

put Hamel and Lucy upon their legs. He was a softhearted man but there never was one less willing to

At the present moment he was very sore as to the presence of Traffick in Queen's Gate. The Easter

parliamentary holidays were just at hand, and there was no sign of any going. Augusta had whispered to her

mother that the poky little house in Mayfair would be very uncomfortable for the coming event and Lady

Tringle, though she had not dared to say even as much as that in plain terms to her husband, had endeavoured

to introduce the subject by little hints which Sir Thomas had clearly understood. He was hardly the man to

turn a daughter and an expected grandchild into the streets; but he was, in his present mood, a fatherinlaw

who would not unwillingly have learned that his soninlaw was without a shelter except that afforded by

the House of Commons. Why on earth should he have given up one hundred and twenty thousand pounds

�6,000 a year as it was under his fostering care to a man who could not even keep a house over his wife's

head? This was the humour of Sir Thomas when Mr Traffick undertook to prevail with him to give an

The conversation between Traffick and Batsby took place on a Sunday. On the following day the Captain

"I was with him on Friday, you know," said Batsby. "I can't well go and call on the ladies in Queen's Gate till

Then Captain Batsby was again very thoughtful. "It would make a difference, you know. If I were to say a

word to Gertrude now as to being married or anything of that kind it would seem that I meant to go on

"And you should seem to want to go on," said Traffick, with all that authority which the very surroundings of

"My dear Batsby, you made that hole for yourself when you ran off with the young lady."

"Not quite. What we did settle was that we'd do our best to fill the hole up. Of course you ought to go and see

them. You went off with the young lady and since that have been accepted as her suitor by her father. You

"Certainly! Certainly! It never does to talk to Tringle about business at his own house. I'll make an hour to

see him in the City tomorrow. I'm so pressed by business that I can hardly get away from the House after

twelve but I'll do it. But, while I'm in Lombard Street, do you go to Queen's Gate." The Captain after

At three o'clock on the next day he did go to Queen's Gate. He had many misgivings, feeling that by such a

step he would be committing himself to matrimony with or without the money. No doubt he could so offer

himself, even to Lady Tringle, as a soninlaw, that it should be supposed that the offer would depend upon

the fatherinlaw's goodwill. But then the fatherinlaw had told him that he would be welcome to the

young lady without a farthing. Should he go on with his matrimonial purpose, towards which this visit

would be an important step, he did not see the moment in which he could stop the proceedings by a demand

Yes the ladies were at home, and he found himself at once in Lady Tringle's presence. There was at the

time no one with her, and the Captain acknowledged to himself that a trying moment had come to him. "Dear

me! Captain Batsby!" said her ladyship, who had not seen him since he and Gertrude had gone off together.

"Yes, Lady Tringle. As I have come back from abroad I thought that I might as well come and call. I did see

"Perhaps it was, Lady Tringle. Perhaps it would have been better to ask permission to address your daughter

in the regular course of things. There was, perhaps perhaps a little romance in going off in that way."

"Well, yes; he was so quick upon us, you know. May I be allowed to see Gertrude now?"

"Upon my word I hardly know," said Lady Tringle, hesitating. "I did see Sir Thomas in the City."

"But I am afraid there was to be no money," whispered Lady Tringle. "If money is no matter I suppose you

may see her." but before the Captain had resolved how he might best answer this difficult suggestion the door

"Benjamin," said Gertrude, "is this really you?" And then she flew into his arms.

"Yes, indeed, Gertrude," said the mother. "As the things are at present you should control yourself. Nobody

"Oh, Benjamin!" again exclaimed Gertrude, tearing herself from his arms, throwing herself on the sofa, and

covering her face with both her hands. "Oh, Benjamin so you have come at last." "I am afraid he has come

too soon," said Augusta, who however had received her lesson from her husband, and had communicated

"Why too soon?" exclaimed Gertrude. "It can never be too soon. Oh, mamma, tell him that you make him

"Oh, mamma," said Mrs Traffick, "do not talk about matters of business on such an occasion as this. All that

must be managed between the gentlemen. If he is here as Gertrude's acknowledged lover, and if papa has told

him that he shall be accepted as such, I don't think that we ought to say a word about money. I do hate

"Nobody can be more noble in everything of that kind than Benjamin," said Gertrude. "It is only because he

loves me with all his heart that he is here. Why else was it that he took me off to Ostend?" Captain Batsby as

he listened to all this felt that he ought to say something. And yet how dangerous might a word be! It was

apparent to him, even in his perturbation, that the ladies were in fact asking him to renew his offer, and to

declare that he renewed it altogether independently of any money consideration. He could not bring himself

quite to agree with that noble sentiment in expressing which Mrs Traffick had declared her hatred of money.

In becoming the soninlaw of a millionaire he would receive the honest congratulations of all his friends

on condition that he received some comfortable fraction out of the millions, but he knew well that he would

subject himself to their ridicule were he to take the girl and lose the plunder. If he were to answer them now

as they would have him answer he would commit himself to the girl without any bargain as to the plunder.

And yet what else was there for him to do? He must be a brave man who can stand up before a girl and

declare that he will love her for ever on condition that she shall have so many thousand pounds; but he

must be more than brave, he will be heroic, who can do so in the presence not only of the girl but of the girl's

mother and married sister as well. Captain Batsby was no such hero. "Of course," he said at last.

"And you are here, because you intend to make her your wife in presence of all men?" asked Augusta.

"Then I suppose that it will be all right," said Lady Tringle. "It will be all right," said Augusta. "And now,

mamma, I think that we may leave them alone together." But to this Lady Tringle would not give her assent.

She had not had confided to her the depth of Mr Traffick's wisdom, and declared herself opposed to any

absolute overt lovemaking until Sir Thomas should have given his positive consent.

"It is all the same thing, Benjamin, is it not?" said Augusta, assuming already the familiarity of a

But Gertrude looked as though she did not think it to be exactly the same. Such deficiency as that, however,

she had to endure; and she received from her sister after the Captain's departure full congratulations as to her

lover's return. "To tell you the truth," said Augusta, "I didn't think that you would ever see him again. After

what papa said to him in the City he might have got off and nobody could have said a word to him. Now he's

fixed." Captain Batsby effected his escape as quickly as he could, and went home a melancholy man. He, too,

was aware that he was fixed; and, as he thought of this, a dreadful idea fell upon him that the Honourable Mr

In the meantime Mr Traffick was true to his word and went into the City. In the early days of his married life

his journeys to Lombard Street were frequent. The management and investing of his wife's money had been

to him a matter of much interest, and he had felt a gratification in discussing any money matter with the man

who handled millions. In this way he had become intimate with the ways of the house, though latterly his

presence there had not been encouraged. "I suppose I can go in to Sir Thomas," he said, laying his hand upon

a leaf in the counter, which he had been accustomed to raise for the purpose of his own entrance. But here he

was stopped. His name should be taken in, and Sir Thomas duly apprised. In the meantime he was relegated

to a dingy little waiting room, which was odious to him, and there he was kept waiting for half an hour. This

made him angry, and he called to one of the clerks. "Will you tell Sir Thomas that I must be down at the

House almost immediately, and that I am particularly anxious to see him on business of importance?" For

another ten minutes he was still kept, and then he was shown into his fatherinlaw's presence. "I am very

sorry, Traffick," said Sir Thomas, "but I really can't turn two Directors of the Bank of England out of my

"I only thought I would just let you know that I am in a hurry." "So am I, for the matter of that. Have you

gone to your father's house today, so that you would not be able to see me in Queen's Gate?"

This was intended to be very severe, but Mr Traffick bore it. It was one of those rough things which Sir

Thomas was in the habit of saying, but which really meant nothing. "No. My father is still at his house as yet,

though they are thinking of going every day. It is about another matter, and I did not want to trouble you with

"Perhaps I am not so good a judge of that. His folly I did perceive." "Oh, yes; he's a gentleman. You may take

"While that fellow Houston is hardly more than a beggar. And Batsby is quite in earnest about Gertrude."

"If the two of them wish it he can have her tomorrow. She has made herself a conspicuous ass by running

"It wasn't necessary, Sir Thomas, was it? There he is ready to marry her tomorrow. But, of course, he is a

"I've been talking to him and the upshot is, that I have promised to speak to you. He isn't at all a bad

"He'd keep a house over his wife's head, you think?" Sir Thomas had been particularly irate that morning, and

before the arrival of his soninlaw had sworn to himself that Traffick should go. Augusta might remain, if

she pleased, for the occurrence; but the Honourable Septimus should no longer eat and drink as an inhabitant

"He'd do his duty by her as a man should do," said Traffick, determined to ignore the disagreeable subject.

"You found it so did you not? What's the good of giving a girl money when her husband won't spend it?

Perhaps this Captain Batsby would expect to live at Queen's Gate or Merle Park."

It was impossible to go on enduring this without notice. Mr Traffick, however, only frowned and shook his

head. It was clear at last that Sir Thomas intended to be more than rough, and it was almost imperative upon

Mr Traffick to be rough in return. "I am endeavouring to do my duty by the family," he said.

"Gertrude has eloped with this man, and the thing is talked about everywhere. Augusta feels it very much."

"For interfering. But he hasn't pluck for that. Houston would have done it immediately. And I should have

said he was right. But if you have got anything to say, you had better say it. When you have done, then I shall

"I've told him that he couldn't expect as much as you would have given her but for this running away."

"Yes; I told him that. Then some sum had to be mentioned. He suggested a hundred thousand pounds."

"How very modest! Why should he have put up with less than you, seeing that he has got something of his

"He hasn't my position, Sir. You know that well enough. Now to make a long and short of it, I suggested

"You're her father, and I suppose you intend to provide for her." "And you have come here to dictate to me

the provision which I am to make for my own child! That is an amount of impudence which I did not expect

even from you. But suppose that I agree to the terms. Will he, do you think, consent to have a clause put into

"Something that shall bind him to keep a house for his own wife's use, so that he should not take my money

"Sir Thomas," said the Member of Parliament, "that is a mode of expression so uncourteous that I cannot bear

"Why, I have been saying it for the last six months! I have been saying it almost daily since you were

"Am I to understand that you wish your child to leave your roof during this inclement weather in her present

delicate condition?" "Are you in a delicate condition?" asked Sir Thomas. To this Mr Traffick could

condescend to make no reply. "Because, if not, you, at any rate, had better go unless you find the weather

"Of course I shall go," said Mr Traffick. "No consideration on earth shall induce me to eat another meal under

your roof until you have thought good to have expressed regret for what you have said."

"Tell him from me," said Sir Thomas, "that he cannot possibly set about his work more injudiciously than by

It may be as well to state here that Mr Traffick kept his threat religiously at any rate, to the end of the

Session. He did not eat another meal during that period under his fatherinlaw's roof. But he slept there for

the next two or three days until he had suited himself with lodgings in the neighbourhood of the House. In

doing this, however, he contrived to get in and out without encountering Sir Thomas. His wife in her delicate

condition and because of the inclemency of the weather awaited the occurrence at Queen's Gate.

The writer, in giving a correct chronicle of the doings of the Tringle family at this time, has to acknowledge

that Gertrude, during the prolonged absence of Captain Batsby at Brussels an absence that was cruelly

prolonged for more than a week did make another little effort in another direction. Her father, in his rough

way, had expressed an opinion that she had changed very much for the worse in transferring her affections

from Mr Houston to Captain Batsby, and had almost gone so far as to declare that had she been persistent

with her Houston the money difficulty might have been overcome. This was imprudent unless, indeed, he

was desirous of bringing back Mr Houston into the bosom of the Tringles. It instigated Gertrude to another

attempt which, however, she did not make till Captain Batsby had been away from her for at least four

days without writing a letter. Then it occurred to her that if she had a preference it certainly was for Frank

Houston. No doubt the general desirability of marriage was her chief actuating motive. Will the world of

British young ladies be much scandalised if I say that such is often an actuating motive? They would be justly

scandalised if I pretended that many of its members were capable of the speedy transitions which Miss

Tringle was strong enough to endure; but transitions do take place, and I claim, on behalf of my young lady,

that she should be regarded as more strongminded and more determined than the general crowd of young

ladies. She had thought herself to be off with the old love before she was on with the new. Then the "new"

had gone away to Brussels or heaven only knows where and there seemed to be an opportunity of

renewing matters with the "old". Having perceived the desirability of matrimony, she simply carried out her

purpose with a determined will. It was with a determined will, but perhaps with deficient judgment, that she

"Papa has altered his mind altogether. He speaks of you in the highest terms, and says that had you

persevered he would have yielded about the money. Do try him again. When hearts have been united it is

terrible that they should be dragged asunder." Mr Traffick had been quite right in telling his fatherinlaw

that "the thing had been talked about everywhere." The thing talked about had been Gertrude's elopement.

The daughter of a baronet and a millionaire cannot go off with the halfbrother of another baronet and escape

that penalty. The journey to Ostend was in everybody's mouth, and had surprised Frank Houston the more

because of the recent termination of his own little affair with the lady. That he should already have

reaccommodated himself with Imogene was intelligible to him, and seemed to admit of valid excuse before

any jury of matrons. It was an old affair, and the love real, true love was already existing. He, at any

rate, was going back to the better course as the jury of matrons would have admitted. But Gertrude's new

affair had had to be arranged from the beginning, and shocked him by its celerity. "Already!" he had said to

himself "gone off with another man already?" He felt himself to have been wounded in a tender part, and

was conscious of a feeling that he should like to injure the successful lover blackball him at a club, or do

him some other mortal mischief. When, therefore, he received from the young lady the little billet above

given, he was much surprised. Could it be a hoax? It was certainly the young lady's handwriting. Was he to

be enticed once again into Lombard Street, in order that the clerks might set upon him in a body and maltreat

him? Was he to be decoyed into Queen's Gate, and made a sacrifice of by the united force of the housemaids?

Not understanding the celerity of the young lady, he could hardly believe the billet. When he received the

note of which we have here spoken two months had elapsed since he had seen Imogene and had declared to

her his intention of facing the difficulties of matrimony in conjunction with herself as soon as she would be

ready to undergo the ceremony with him. The reader will remember that her brother, Mudbury Docimer, had

written to him with great severity, abusing both him and Imogene for the folly of their intention. And

Houston, as he thought of their intention, thought to himself that perhaps they were foolish. The poverty, and

But still he encouraged himself to think that there might be an evil worse even than folly. After that scene

with Imogene, in which she had offered to sacrifice herself altogether, and to be bound to him, even though

they should never be married, on condition that he should take to himself no other wife, he had quite resolved

that it behoved him not to be exceeded by her in generosity. He had stoutly repudiated her offer, which he

had called a damnable compact. And then there had been a delightful scene between them, in which it had

been agreed that they should face the cradles and the cabbages with bold faces. Since that he had never

allowed himself to fluctuate in his purpose. Had Sir Thomas come to him with Gertrude in one hand and the

muchdesired �120,000 in the other, he would have repudiated the lot of them. He declared to himself with

stern resolution that he had altogether washed his hands from dirt of that kind. Cabbages and cradles for ever

was the unpronounced cry of triumph with which he buoyed up his courage. He set himself to work earnestly,

if not altogether steadfastly, to alter the whole tenor of his life. The champagne and the W.s or

whatever might be the special delicacies of the season he did avoid. For some few days he absolutely

dined upon a cut of mutton at an eatinghouse, and as he came forth from the unsavoury doors of the

establishment regarded himself as a hero. Cabbages and cradles for ever! he would say to himself, as he went

away to drink a cup of tea with an old maiden aunt, who was no less surprised than gratified by his new

virtue. Therefore, when it had at last absolutely come home to him that the last little note had in truth been

written by Gertrude with no object of revenge, but with the intention of once more alluring him into the

wealth of Lombard Street, he simply put it into his breastcoatpocket, and left it there unanswered. Mudbury

Docimer did not satisfy himself with writing the very uncourteous letter which the reader has seen, but

proceeded to do his utmost to prevent the threatened marriage. "She is old enough to look after herself," he

had said, as though all her future actions must be governed by her own will. But within ten days of the

writing of that letter he had found it expedient to go down into the country, and to take his sister with him. As

the head of the Docimer family he possessed a small country house almost in the extremity of Cornwall; and

thither he went. It was a fraternal effort made altogether on his sister's behalf, and was so far successful that

Imogene was obliged to accompany him. It was all very well for her to feel that as she was of age she could

do as she pleased. But a young lady is constrained by the exigencies of society to live with somebody. She

cannot take a lodging by herself, as her brother may do. Therefore, when Mudbury Docimer went down to

"Is this intended for banishment?" she said to him when they had been about a week in the country.

"What do you call banishment? You used to like the country in the spring." It was now the middle of April.

"So I do, and in summer also. But I like nothing under constraint." "I am sorry that circumstances should

"Why do you not say outright that I have been brought down here to be out of Frank Houston's way?"

"Because Frank Houston is a name which I do not wish to mention to you again at any rate for some

"What would you do it he were to show himself here?" she asked. "Tell him at once that he was not welcome.

In other words, I would not have him here. It is very improbable I should think that he would come without a

direct invitation from me. That invitation he will never have until I feel satisfied that you and he have

"Then he shall not come down here; nor, as far as I am able to arrange it, shall you go up to London."

"You may put it as you please," said her brother. "I have no power of detaining you. Whatever influence I

have I think it right to use. I am altogether opposed to this marriage, believing it to be an absurd infatuation. I

"That I believe to be his feeling," he continued, taking no notice of her assertion. "He is as perfectly aware as

I am that you two are not adapted to live happily together on an income of a few hundreds a year. Some time

ago it was agreed between you that it was so. You both were quite of one mind, and I was given to

understand that the engagement was at an end. It was so much at an end that he made an arrangement for

marrying another woman. But your feelings are stronger than his, and you allowed them to get the better of

"Would he have changed his mind if you had not enticed him?" "I did nothing of the kind. I offered to remain

just as we are." "That is all very well. Of course he could not accept such an offer. Thinking as I do, it is my

duty to keep you apart as long as I can. If you contrive to marry him in opposition to my efforts, the misery of

both of you must be on your head. I tell you fairly that I do not believe he wishes anything of the kind."

"Very well. Do you leave him alone; stay down here, and see what will come of it. I quite agree that such a

banishment, as you call it, is not a happy prospect for you but it is happier than that of a marriage with

Frank Houston. Give that up, and then you can go back to London and begin the world again."

Begin the world again! She knew what that meant. She was to throw herself into the market, and look for

such other husband as Providence might send her. She had tried that before, and had convinced herself that

Providence could never send her any that could be acceptable. The one man had taken possession of her, and

there never could be a second. She had not known her own strength or her own weakness as the case

might be when she had agreed to surrender the man she loved because there had been an alteration in their

prospects of an income. She had struggled with herself, had attempted to amuse herself with the world, had

told herself that somebody would come who would banish that image from her thoughts and heart. She had

bade herself to submit to the separation for his welfare. Then she had endeavoured to quiet herself by

declaring to herself that the man was no hero was unworthy of so much thinking. But it had all been of no

avail. Gertrude Tringle had been a festering sore to her. Frank, whether a hero or only a commonplace man,

was as she owned to herself hero enough for her. Then came the opening for a renewal of the

engagement. Frank had been candid with her, and had told her everything. The Tringle money would not be

forthcoming on his behalf. Then not resolving to entice him back again she had done so. The word was

odious to her, and was rejected with disdain when used against her by her brother but, when alone, she

acknowledged to herself that it was true. She had enticed her lover back again to his great detriment. Yes;

she certainly had enticed him back. She certainly was about to sacrifice him because of her love. "If I could

Though Tregothnan Hall, as the Docimers' house was called, was not open to Frank Houston, there was the

post running always. He had written to her half a dozen times since she had been in Cornwall, and had always

spoken of their engagement as an affair at last irrevocably fixed. She, too, had written little notes, tender and

loving, but still tinged by that tone of despondency which had become common to her. "As for naming a

day," she said once, "suppose we fix the first of January, ten years hence. Mudbury's opposition will be worn

out by old age, and you will have become thoroughly sick of the pleasures of London." But joined to this

there would be a few jokes and then some little word of warmest, most enduring, most trusting love. "Don't

believe me if I say that I am not happy in knowing that I am altogether your own." Then there would come a

simple "I" as a signature, and after that some further badinage respecting her "Cerberus", as she called her

But after that word, that odious word, "enticed," there went another letter up to London of altogether another

I have changed my mind again [she said] and have become aware that, though I should die in doing it

though we should both die if it were possible there should be an end of everything between you and me.

Yes, Frank; there! I send you back your troth, and demand my own in return. After all why should not one die

hang oneself if it be necessary? To be selfdenying is all that is necessary at any rate to a woman.

Hanging or lying down and dying, or lingering on and saying one's prayers and knitting stockings, is

altogether immaterial. I have sometimes thought Mudbury to be brutal to me, but I have never known him to

be untrue or even, as I believe, mistaken. He sees clearly and knows what will happen. He tells me that I

have enticed you back. I am not true as he is. So I threw him back the word in his teeth though its truth at

the moment was going like a dagger through my heart. I know myself to have been selfish, unfeeling,

unfeminine, when I induced you to surrender yourself to a mode of life which will make you miserable. I

have sometimes been proud of myself because I have loved you so truly; but now I hate myself and despise

myself because I have been incapable of the first effort which love should make. Love should at any rate be

He tells me that you will be miserable and that the misery will be on my head and I believe him. There

shall be an end of it. I want no promise from you. There may, perhaps, be a time in which Imogene Docimer

as a sturdy old maid shall be respected and serene of mind. As a wife who had enticed her husband to his

misery she would be respected neither by him nor by herself and as for serenity it would be quite out of

the question. I have been unfortunate. That is all but not half so unfortunate as others that I see around me.

Pray, pray, PRAY, take this as final, and thus save me from renewed trouble and renewed agony.

Now I am yours truly, never again will I be affectionate to anyone with true feminine love,

Houston when he received the above letter of course had no alternative but to declare that it could not

possibly be regarded as having any avail. And indeed he had heart enough in his bosom to be warmed to

something like true heat by such words as these. The cabbages and cradles ran up in his estimation. The small

house at Pau, which in some of his more despondent moments had assumed an unqualified appearance of

domestic discomfort, was now ornamented and accoutred till it seemed to be a little paradise. The very

cabbages blossomed into roses, and the little babies in the cradles produced a throb of paternal triumph in his

heart. If she were woman enough to propose to herself such an agony of devotion, could he not be man

enough to demand from her a devotion of a different kind? As to Mudbury Docimer's truth, he believed in it

not at all, but was quite convinced of the man's brutality. Yes; she should hang herself but it should be

round his neck. The serenity should be displayed by her not as an aunt but as a wife and mother. As for

enticing, did he not now just in this moment of his manly triumph acknowledge to himself that she had

enticed him to his happiness, to his glory, to his welfare? In this frame of mind he wrote his answer as

You have no power of changing your mind again. There must be some limit to vacillations, and that has been

reached. Something must be fixed at last. Something has been fixed at last, and I most certainly shall not

consent to any further unfixing. What right has Mudbury to pretend to know my feelings? or, for the matter of

that, what right have you to accept his description of them? I tell you now that I place my entire happiness in

the hope of making you my wife. I call upon you to ignore all the selfish declarations as to my own ideas

which I have made in times past. The only right which you could now possibly have to separate yourself from

me would come from your having ceased to love me. You do not pretend to say that such is the case; and

therefore, with considerable indignation, but still very civilly, I desire that Mudbury with his hardhearted

Enticed! Of course you have enticed me. I suppose that women do as a rule entice men, either to their

advantage or disadvantage. I will leave it to you to say whether you believe that such enticement, if it be

allowed its full scope, will lead to one or the other as far as I am concerned. I never was so happy as when I

"I shall expect the same word back from you by return of post scored under as eagerly as those futile 'prays'."

Imogene when she received this was greatly disturbed not knowing how to carry herself in her great

resolve or whether indeed that resolve must not be again abandoned. She had determined, should her

lover's answer be as she had certainly intended it to be when she wrote her letter, to go at once to her brother

and to declare to him that the danger was at an end, and that he might return to London without any fear of a

relapse on her part. But she could not do so with such a reply as that she now held in her pocket. If that reply

could, in very truth, be true, then there must be another revulsion, another change of purpose, another

yielding to absolute joy. If it could be the case that Frank Houston no longer feared the dangers that he had

feared before, if he had in truth reconciled himself to a state of things which he had once described as simple

poverty, if he really placed his happiness on the continuation of his love, then then, why should she make

the sacrifice? Why should she place such implicit confidence in her brother's infallibility against error, seeing

that by doing so she would certainly shipwreck her own happiness and his too, if his words were to be

He called upon her to write to him again by return of post. She was to write to him and unsay those prayers,

and comfort him with a repetition of that dear word which she had declared that she would never use again

with all its true meaning. That was his express order to her. Should she obey it, or should she not obey it?

Should she vacillate again, or should she leave his last letter unanswered with stern obduracy? She

acknowledged to herself that it was a dear letter, deserving the best treatment at her hands, giving her lover

credit, probably, for more true honesty than he deserved. What was the best treatment? Her brother had

plainly shown his conviction that the best treatment would be to leave him without meddling with him any

further. Her sisterinlaw, though milder in her language, was, she feared, of the same opinion. Would it not

be better for him not to be meddled with? Ought not that to be her judgment, looking at the matter all round?

She did not at any rate obey him at all points, for she left his letter in her pocket for three or four days, while

During this period of heroism it had been necessary to Houston to have some confidential friend to whom

from time to time he could speak of his purpose. He could not go on eating slices of boiled mutton at

eatinghouses, and drinking driblets of bad wine out of little decanters no bigger than the bottles in a cruet

stand, without having someone to encourage him in his efforts. It was a hard apprenticeship, and, coming as it

did rather late in life for such a beginning, and after much luxurious indulgence, required some sympathy and

consolation. There were Tom Shuttlecock and Lord John Battledore at the club. Lord John was the man as to

whose expulsion because of his contumacious language so much had been said, but who lived through that

and various other dangers. These had been his special friends, and to them he had confided everything in

Shuttlecock had ridiculed the very idea of love, and had told him that everything else was to be thrown to the

dogs in pursuit of a good income. Battledore had reminded him that there was "a deuced deal of

cutandcomeagain in a hundred and twenty thousand pounds." They had been friends, not always

altogether after his own heart, but friends who had served his purpose when he was making his raid upon

Lombard Street. But they were not men to whom he could descant on the wholesomeness of cabbages as an

article of daily food, or who would sympathise with the struggling joys of an embryo father. To their

thinking, women were occasionally very convenient as being the depositaries of some of the accruing wealth

of the world. Frank had been quite worthy of their friendship as having "spotted" and nearly "run down" for

himself a wellladen city heiress. But now Tom Shuttlecock and Lord John Battledore were distasteful to

him as would he be to them. But he found the confidential friend in his maiden aunt.

Miss Houston was an old lady older than her time, as are some people who lived alone in a small

house in Green Street. She was particular in calling it Green Street, Hyde Park. She was very anxious to have

it known that she never occupied it during the months of August, September, and October though it was

often the case with her that she did not in truth expatriate herself for more than six weeks. She was careful to

have a fashionable seat in a fashionable church. She dearly loved to see her name in the papers when she was

happy enough to be invited to a house whose entertainments were chronicled. There were a thousand little

tricks I will not be harsh enough to call them unworthy by which she served Mammon. But she did not

limit her service to the evil spirit. When in her place in church she sincerely said her prayers. When in

London, or out of it, she gave a modicum of her slender income to the poor. And, though she liked to see her

name in the papers as one of the fashionable world, she was a great deal too proud of the blood of the

Houstons to toady anyone or to ask for any favour. She was a neat, clean, nicelooking old lady, who

understood that if economies were to be made in eating and drinking they should be effected at her own table

and not at that of the servants who waited upon her. This was the confidential friend whom Frank trusted in

his new career. It must be explained that Aunt Rosina, as Miss Houston was called, had been well acquainted

with her nephew's earlier engagement, and had approved of Imogene as his future wife. Then had come the

unexpected collapse in the uncle's affairs, by which Aunt Rosina as well as others in the family had suffered

and Frank, much to his aunt's displeasure, had allowed himself to be separated from the lady of his love

on account of his comparative poverty. She had heard of Gertrude Tringle and all her money, but from a high

standing of birth and social belongings had despised all the Tringles and all their money. To her, as a maiden

lady, truth in love was everything. To her, as a wellborn lady, good blood was everything. Therefore,

though there had been no quarrel between her and Frank, there had been a cessation of sympathetic interest,

and he had been thrown into the hands of the Battledores and Shuttlecocks. Now again the old sympathies

were revived, and Frank found it convenient to drink tea with his aunt when other engagements allowed it.

"I call that an infernal interference," he said to his aunt, showing her Imogene's letters.

"My dear Frank, you need not curse and swear," said the old lady. "Infernal is not cursing nor yet swearing."

Then Miss Houston, having liberated her mind by her remonstrance, proceeded to read the letter. "I call that

abominable," said Frank, alluding of course to the allusions made in the letter to Mudbury Docimer. "It is a

beautiful letter just what I should have expected from Imogene. My dear, I will tell you what I propose.

"Five years, my dear, will run by like a dream. Five years to look back upon is as nothing."

"But these five years are five years to be looked forward to. It is out of the question."

"Live! I suppose we could live." Then he thought of the cabbages and the cottage at Pau. "There would be

"What, to earn money? No; I don't think I could. If I attempted to break stones I shouldn't break enough to

"That would be worse than the stones. I sometimes thought I could paint a picture but, if I did, nobody

would buy it. As to making money that is hopeless. I could save some, by leaving off gloves and allowing

"It would be dreadful, but it is quite clear that I must do something. An effort has to be made." This he said

with a voice the tone of which was almost heroic. Then they discussed the matter at great length, in doing

which Aunt Rosina thoroughly encouraged him in his heroism. That idea of remaining unmarried for another

short period of five years was allowed to go by the board, and when they parted on that night it was

understood that steps were to be taken to bring about a marriage as speedily as possible. "Perhaps I can do a

Frank Houston, when he showed Imogene's letter to his aunt, had already answered it. Then he waited a day

or two, not very patiently, for a further rejoinder from Imogene in which she of course was to unsay all

that she had said before. But when, after four or five days, no rejoinder had come, and his fervour had been

increased by his expectation, then he told his aunt that he should immediately take some serious step. The

more ardent he was the better his aunt loved him. Could he have gone down and carried off his bride, and

married her at once, in total disregard of the usual wedding cake and St George's, Hanover Square

ceremonies to which the Houston family had always been accustomed, she could have found it in her heart to

forgive him. "Do not be rash, Frank," she said. He merely shook his head, and as he again left her declared

that he was not going to be driven this way or that by such a fellow as Mudbury Docimer.

"As I live, there's Frank coming through the gate." This was said by Imogene to her sisterinlaw, as they

were walking up and down the road which led from the lodge to the Tregothnan house. The two ladies were

at that moment discussing Imogene's affairs. No rejoinder had as yet been made to Frank's last letter, which,

to Imogene's feeling, was the most charming epistle which had ever come from the hands of a true lover.

There had been passion and sincerity in every word of it even when he had been a little too strong in his

language as he denounced the hardhearted counsels of her brother. But yet she had not responded to all this

sincerity, nor had she as yet withdrawn the resolution which she had herself declared. Mrs Docimer was of

opinion that that resolution should not be withdrawn, and had striven to explain that the circumstances were

now the same as when, after full consideration, they had determined that the engagement should come to an

end. At this very moment she was speaking words of wisdom to this effect and as she did so Frank appeared,

"What will Mudbury say?" was Mrs Docimer's first ejaculation. But Imogene, before she had considered how

this danger might be encountered, rushed forward and gave herself up I fear we must confess into the

arms of her lover. After that it was felt at once that she had withdrawn all her last resolution and had

vacillated again. There was no ground left even for an argument now that she had submitted herself to be

embraced. Frank's words of affection need not here be repeated, but they were of a nature to leave no doubt

on the minds of either of the ladies. Mudbury had declared that he would not receive Houston in his house as

his sister's lover, and had expressed his opinion that even Houston would not have the face to show his face

there. But Houston had come, and something must be done with him. It was soon ascertained that he had

walked over from Penzance, which was but two miles off, and had left his portmanteau behind him. "I

wouldn't bring anything," said he. "Mudbury would find it easier to maltreat my things than myself. It would

look so foolish to tell the man with a fly to carry them back at once. Is he in the house?"

"He is about the place," said Mrs Docimer, almost trembling. "Is he very fierce against me?"

"I am of a different way of thinking, you see. I cannot acknowledge that he has any right to dictate to

"We have made up our minds to it," said Frank, "and he had better let us do as we please. He can make

himself disagreeable, of course; but he has got no power to prevent us." Now they had reached the house, and

Frank was of course allowed to enter. Had he not entered neither would Imogene, who was so much taken by

this further instance of her lover's ardour that she was determined now to be led by him in everything. His

explanation of that word "enticed" had been so thoroughly satisfactory to her that she was no longer in the

least angry with herself because she had enticed him. She had quite come to see that it is the duty of a young

Frank and Imogene were soon left alone, not from any kindness of feeling on the part of Mrs Docimer, but

because the wife felt it necessary to find her husband. "Oh, Mudbury, who do you think has come? He is

"What does that matter? He shall not be asked even to dine here." "If he is turned out she will go with him! If

she says so she will do it. You cannot prevent her. That's what would come of it if she were to insist on going

"No, Mudbury not a scoundrel. You cannot call him a scoundrel. There is something firm about him isn't

"At any rate there they are in the breakfastparlour, and something must be done. I couldn't tell him not to

come in. And she wouldn't have come without him. There will be enough for them to live upon. Don't you

think you'd better?" Docimer, as he returned to the house, declared that he "did not think he'd better". But he

had to confess to himself that, whether it were better or whether it were worse, he could do very little to

prevent it. The greeting of the two men was anything but pleasant. "What I have got to say I would rather say

outside," said Docimer. "Certainly," said Frank. "I suppose I'm to be allowed to return?" "If he does not,"

said Imogene, who at her brother's request had left the room, but still stood at the open door "if he does

not I shall go to him in Penzance. You will hardly attempt to keep me a prisoner."

"Who says that he is not to return? I think that you are two idiots, but I am quite aware that I cannot prevent

you from being married if you are both determined." Then he led the way out through the hall, and Frank

followed him. "I cannot understand that any man should be so fickle," he said, when they were both out on

"I said fickle, and I meant it. It was at your own suggestion that you and Imogene were to be separated."

"No doubt; it was at my suggestion, and with her consent. But you see that we have changed our minds."

"We are steady enough in our purpose now, at any rate. You hear what she says. If I came down here to

persuade her to alter her purpose to talk her into doing something of which you disapproved, and as to

which she agreed with you then you might do something by quarrelling with me. But what's the use of it,

"I'll tell you all about that if you'll allow me to send into Penzance for my things. I cannot discuss matters

with you if you proclaim yourself to be my enemy. You say we are both idiots." "I do."

"Very well. Then you had better put up with two idiots. You can't cure their idiocy. Nor have you any

authority to prevent them from exhibiting it." The argument was efficacious though the idiocy was

acknowledged. The portmanteau was sent for, and before the evening was over Frank had again been

Then Frank had his story to tell and his new proposition to make. Aunt Rosina had offered to join her means

with his. The house in Green Street, no doubt, was small, but room it was thought could be made, at any rate

till the necessity had come for various cribs and various cradles. "I cannot imagine that you will endure to

"Why on earth should I object to Aunt Rosina?" said Imogene. "She and I have always been friends." In her

present mood she would hardly have objected to live with any old woman, however objectionable. "And we

shall be able to have a small cottage somewhere," said Frank. "She will keep the house in London, and we

"I have thought of that too," said Frank. "I shall take to painting pictures in earnest portraits probably. I

"That head of yours of old Mrs Jones", said Imogene "was a great deal better than dozens of things one sees

"I don't see why he should not succeed, if he really will work hard," said Mrs Docimer.

"Why should it be bother?" said Frank, put upon his mettle. "Ever so many fellows have begun and have got

on, older than I am. And, even if I don't earn anything, I've got an employment." "And is the paintingroom

"Just at present I shall begin by copying things at the National Gallery," explained Houston, who was not as

yet prepared with his answer to that difficulty as to a studio in the little house in Green Street.

When the matter had been carried as far as this it was manifest enough that anything like opposition to

Imogene's marriage was to be withdrawn. Houston remained at Tregothnan for a couple of days and then

returned to London. A week afterwards the Docimers followed him, and early in the following June the two

lovers, after all their troubles and many vacillations, were made one at St George's church, to the great delight

of Aunt Rosina. It cannot be said that the affair gave equal satisfaction to all the bridegroom's friends, as may

be learnt from the following narration of two conversations which took place in London very shortly after the

"Fancy after all that fellow Houston going and marrying such a girl as Imogene Docimer, without a single

blessed shilling to keep themselves alive." This was said in the smokingroom of Houston's club by Lord

John Battledore to Tom Shuttlecock; but it was said quite aloud, so that Houston's various acquaintances

might be enabled to offer their remarks on so interesting a subject; and to express their pity for the poor

object of their commiseration. "It's the most infernal piece of folly I ever heard in my life," said Shuttlecock.

"There was that Tringle girl with �200,000 to be had just for the taking Traffick's wife's sister, you know."

"There was something wrong about that," said another. "Benjamin Batsby, that stupid fellow who used to be

in the twentieth, ran off with her just when everything had been settled between Houston and old Tringle."

"Not a bit of it," said Battledore. "Tringle had quarrelled with Houston before that. Batsby did go with her,

but the governor wouldn't come down with the money. Then the girl was brought back and there was no

marriage." Upon that the condition of poor Gertrude in reference to her lovers and her fortune was discussed

by those present with great warmth; but they all agreed that Houston had proved himself to be a bigger fool

"By George, he's going to set up for painting portraits," said Lord John, with great disgust.

In Queen's Gate the matter was discussed by the ladies there very much in the same spirit. At this time

Gertrude was engaged to Captain Batsby, if not with the full approbation at any rate with the consent both of

her father and mother, and therefore she could speak of Frank Houston and his bride, if with disdain, still

without wounded feelings. "Here it is in the papers, Francis Houston and Imogene Docimer," said Mrs

"There was not much to catch," rejoined Mrs Traffick. "I doubt whether they have got �500 a year between

"Sudden!" said Gertrude. "They have been about it for the last five years. Of course he has tried to wriggle

out of it all through. I am glad that she has succeeded at last, if only because he deserves it."

"I wonder where they'll find a place to live in," said Augusta. This took place in the bedroom which Mrs

Traffick still occupied in Queen's Gate, when she had been just a month a mother.

Thus, with the kind assistance of Aunt Rosina, Frank Houston and Imogene Docimer were married at last,

and the chronicler hereby expresses a hope that it may not be long before Frank may see a picture of his own

hanging on the walls of the Academy, and that he may live to be afraid of the coming of no baby.

We must again go back and pick up our threads to April, having rushed forward to be present at the wedding

of Frank Houston and Imogene Docimer, which did not take place till near midsummer. This we must do at

once in regard to Tom Tringle, who, if the matter be looked at aright, should be regarded as the hero of this

little history. Ayala indeed, who is no doubt the real heroine among so many young ladies who have been

more or less heroic, did not find in him the angel of whom she had dreamed, and whose personal appearance

on earth was necessary to her happiness. But he had been able very clearly to pick out an angel for himself,

and, though he had failed in his attempts to take the angel home with him, had been constant in his

endeavours as long as there remained to him a chance of success. He had shown himself to be foolish, vulgar,

and ignorant. He had given way to Bolivian champagne and Faddle intimacies. He had been silly enough to

think that he could bribe his Ayala with diamonds for herself, and charm her with cheaper jewelry on his own

person. He had thought to soar high by challenging his rival to a duel, and had then been tempted by pot

courage to strike him in the streets. A very vulgar and foolish young man! But a young man capable of a

persistent passion! Young men not foolish and not vulgar are, perhaps, common enough. But the young men

of constant heart and capable of such persistency as Tom's are not to be found every day walking about the

streets of the metropolis. Jonathan Stubbs was constant, too; but it may be doubted whether the Colonel ever

really despaired. The merit is to despair and yet to be constant. When a man has reason to be assured that a

young lady is very fond of him, he may always hope that love will follow unless indeed the love which he

seeks has been already given away elsewhere. Moreover, Stubbs had many substantial supports at his back;

the relationship of the Marchesa, the friendship of Lady Albury, the comforts of Stalham and not least, if

last, the capabilities and prowess of Croppy. Then, too, he was neither vulgar nor foolish nor ignorant. Tom

Tringle had everything against him everything that would weigh with Ayala; and yet he fought his battle

out to the last gasp. Therefore, I desire my hearers to regard Tom Tringle as the hero of the transactions with

which they have been concerned, and to throw their old shoes after him as he starts away upon his grand tour.

"Tom, my boy, you have to go, you know, in four days," said his father to him. At this time Tom had as yet

given no positive consent as to his departure. He had sunk into a low state of moaning and groaning, in which

he refused even to accede to the doctrine of the expediency of a manly bearing. "What's the good of telling a

lie about it?" he would say to his mother. "What's the good of manliness when a fellow would rather be

drowned?" He had left his bed indeed, and had once or twice sauntered out of the house. He had been

instigated by his sister to go down to his club, under the idea that by such an effort he would shake off the

despondency which overwhelmed him. But he had failed in the attempts, and had walked by the doors of the

Mountaineers, finding himself unable to face the hall porter. But still the preparations for his departure were

going on. It was presumed that he was to leave London for Liverpool on the Friday, and his father had now

visited him in his own room on the Tuesday evening with the intention of extorting from him his final

consent. Sir Thomas had on that morning expressed himself very freely to his soninlaw Mr Traffick, and

on returning home had been glad to find that his words had been of avail, at any rate as regarded the

dinnerhour. He was tenderhearted towards his son, and disposed to tempt him rather than threaten him into

"But you must, you know. Everything has been packed up, and I want to make arrangements with you about

money. I have got a cabin for you to yourself, and Captain Merry says that you will have a very pleasant

"I don't care about the equinoxes," said Tom. "I should like bad weather if I am to go."

"That's nonsense. The Cunard ships never are dashed against rocks. By the time you've been three days at sea

"Don't you? Then you're very unlike anybody else that I meet. I think I had better give you power to draw at

"Well, yes I think so. You had better see what the various houses are doing in China. And then from

Calcutta you can go up the country. By that time I dare say we shall have possession of Kabul. With such a

government as we have now, thank God! the Russians will have been turned pretty nearly out of Asia by this

"If I were you," said the father, glad to catch the glimmer of assent which was hereby implied "if I were

you I would do it thoroughly whilst I was about it. Had I seen so much when I was young I should have been

"It's all the same to me," said Tom. "Say ten years, if you like it! Say twenty! I shan't ever want to come back

"I didn't exactly fix it that you should go to Kabul. Of course you will write home and give me your own

opinion as you travel on. You will stay two or three months probably in the States." "Am I to go to Niagara?"

"Of course you will, if you wish it. The Falls of Niagara, I am told, are very wonderful."

"If a man is to drown himself," said Tom, "it's the sort of place to do it effectually."

"Oh, Tom!" exclaimed his father. "Do not speak to me in that way when I am doing everything in my power

"Circumstances will. Time will do it. Employment will do it. A sense of your dignity as a man will do it,

when you find yourself amongst others who know nothing of what you have suffered. You revel in your grief

now because those around you know that you have failed. All that will be changed when you are with

"That was wrong. I know it was wrong," said Tom, humbly. "I won't do it if I can help it but perhaps I had

better not go there. And how long ought I to stay at Yokohama? Perhaps you had better put it all down on a

bit of paper." Then Sir Thomas endeavoured to explain to him that all that he said now was in the way of

advice. That it would be in truth left to himself to go almost where he liked and to stay at each place almost

as long as he liked that he would be his own master, and that within some broad and undefined limits he

would have as much money as he pleased to spend. Surely no preparations for a young man's tour were ever

made with more alluring circumstances! But Tom could not be tempted into any expression of satisfaction.

This, however, Sir Thomas did gain that before he left his son's room it was definitely settled that Tom

should take his departure on the Friday, going down to Liverpool by an afternoon train on that day. "I tell you

what," said Sir Thomas; "I'll go down with you, see you on board the ship, and introduce you to Captain

Merry. I shall be glad of an opportunity of paying a visit to Liverpool." And so the question of Tom's

On the Wednesday and Thursday he seemed to take some interest in his bags and portmanteaus, and began

himself to look after those assuagements of the toils of travel which are generally dear to young men. He

interested himself in a fur coat, in a wellarranged despatch box, and in a very neat leathern case which was

intended to hold two brandy flasks. He consented to be told of the number of his shirts, and absolutely

expressed an opinion that he should want another pair of dressboots. When this occurred every female

bosom in the house, from Lady Tringle's down to the kitchenmaid's, rejoiced at the signs of recovery which

evinced themselves. But neither Lady Tringle nor the kitchenmaid, nor did any of the intermediate female

bosoms, know how he employed himself when he left the house on that Thursday afternoon. He walked

across the Park, and, calling at Kingsbury Crescent, left a note addressed to his aunt. It was as follows: "I start

tomorrow afternoon I hardly know whither. It may be for years or it may be for ever. I should wish to say

a word to Ayala before I go. Will she see me if I come at twelve o'clock exactly tomorrow morning? I will

call for an answer in half an hour. T.T., junior. Of course I am aware that Ayala is to become the bride of

Colonel Jonathan Stubbs." In half an hour he returned, and got his answer. "Ayala will be glad to have an

From this it will be seen that Ayala had at that time returned from Stalham to Kingsbury Crescent. She had

come back joyful in heart, thoroughly triumphant as to her angel, with everything in the world sweet and

happy before her desirous if possible to work her fingers on in mending the family linen, if only she could

do something for somebody in return for all the joy that the world was giving her. When she was told that

Tom wished to see her for the last time for the last time at any rate before her marriage she assented at

"Poor Tom! Of course I will see him." And so the note was written which Tom received when he called the

second time at the door. At half past eleven he skulked out of the house in Queen's Gate, anxious to avoid his

mother and sisters, who were on their side anxious to devote every remaining minute of the time to his

comfort and welfare. I am afraid it must be acknowledged that he went with all his jewelry. It could do no

good. At last he was aware of that. But still he thought that she would like him better with his jewelry than

without it. Stubbs wore no gems, not even a ring, and Ayala when she saw her cousin enter the room could

only assure herself that the male angels certainly were never bejewelled. She was alone in the drawingroom,

Mrs Dosett having arranged that at the expiration of ten minutes, which were to be allowed to Tom for his

private adieux, she would come down to say goodbye to her nephew. "Ayala!" said Tom.

"Yes, Ayala; for a very long journey; to Pekin and Kabul, if I live through to get to those sort of places."

"Thank you, Ayala. Thank you. I dare say I shall. They tell me I shall get over it. I don't feel like getting over

"Beauty will never have any effect upon me again, Ayala. Beauty indeed! Think what I have suffered from

beauty! From the first moment in which you came down to Glenbogie I have been a victim to it. It has

"I am sure you will come back quite well," said Ayala, hardly knowing how to answer the last appeal.

"Perhaps I may. If I can only get my heart to turn to stone, then I shall. I don't know why I should have been

"Oh, yes goodbye! I did want to say one or two words if you ain't in a hurry. Of course you'll be his bride

"It's human nature! I can tell a lie if you want it. I'd do anything for you. But you may tell him this: I'm very

"He behaved well to me very well as he always does to everybody." "Now, Tom, that is good of you. I

"The evil spirits always hate the good ones. I am conscious of an evil spirit within my bosom. It is because

"And now we will change the conversation. Ayala, I have got a little present which you must take from me."

"It's only a little thing and I hope you will." Then he brought out from his pocket a small brooch which he

had selected from his own stock of jewelry for the occasion. "We are cousins, you know."

"Yes, we are cousins," said Ayala, accepting the brooch, but still accepting it unwillingly.

"He must be very disdainful if he would object to such a little thing as this," said Tom, referring to the

"He is not at all disdainful. He will not object in the least. I am sure of that, Tom. I will take it then, and I will

wear it sometimes as a memento that we have parted like friends as cousins should do."

"Yes, as friends," said Tom, who thought that even that word was softer to his ear than cousins. Then he took

her by the hand and looked into her face wistfully, thinking what might be the effect if for the last and for the

first time he should snatch a kiss. Had he done so I think she would have let it pass without rebuke under the

guise of cousinship. It would have been very disagreeable but then he was going away for so long a time,

for so many miles! But at the moment Mrs Dosett came in, and Ayala was saved. "Goodbye," he said;

"goodbye," and without waiting to take the hand which his aunt offered him he hurried out of the room, out

At Queen's Gate there was an early dinner, at three o'clock, at which Sir Thomas did not appear, as he had

arranged to come out of the city and meet his son at the railway station. There were, therefore, sitting at the

board for the last time the mother and the two sisters with the intending traveller. "Oh, Tom," said Lady

Tringle, as soon as the servant had left them together, "I do so hope you will recover."

"Why shouldn't he recover?" asked Gertrude. "It's all in a person's mind. If he'd only make up his mind not to

think about her the thing would be done, and there would be nothing the matter with him."

"There are twenty others, ever so much better than Ayala, would have him tomorrow," said his mother.

"And be glad to catch him," said Gertrude. "He's not like one of those who haven't got anything to make a

"As for Ayala," said Augusta, "she didn't deserve such good luck. I am told that that Colonel Stubbs can't

afford to keep any kind of carriage for her. But then, to be sure, she has never been used to a carriage."

"Oh, Tom, do look up," said his mother, "and say that you will try to be happy."

"He'll be all right in New York," said Gertrude. "There's no place in the world, they say, where the girls put

themselves forward so much, and make things so pleasant for the young men." "He will soon find someone

there", said Augusta, "with a good deal more to say for herself than Ayala, and a great deal better looking."

Tom sat silent while he listened to all this encouragement, turning his face from one speaker to the other. It

was continued, with many other similar promises of coming happiness, and assurances that he had been a

gainer in losing all that he had lost, when he suddenly turned sharply upon them, and strongly expressed his

feelings to his sisters. "I don't believe that either of you know anything about it," he said.

"Don't know anything about what?" said Augusta, who, as a lady who had been married over twelve months

and was soon about to become a mother, felt that she certainly did know all about it. "Why don't we know as

"I don't believe you do know anything about it that's all," said Tom. "And now there's the cab. Goodbye,

mother! Goodbye, Augusta. I hope you'll be all right." This alluded to the baby. "Goodbye, Gertrude. I hope

you'll get all right too some day." This alluded to Gertrude's two lovers. Then he left them, and as he got into

his cab declared to himself that neither of them had ever, or would ever, know anything of that special trouble

"Upon my word, Tom," said his father, walking about the vessel with him, "I wish I were going to New York

"You'll enjoy yourself amazingly. There is that Mrs Thompson has two as pretty daughters with her as ever a

man wished to see." Tom shook his head. "And you're fond of smoking. Did you see the smokingroom?

They've got everything on board these ships now. Upon my word I envy you the voyage."

"It's as good as anything else, I dare say," said Tom. "Perhaps it's better than London."

Then his father, who had been speaking aloud to him, whispered a word in his ear. "Shake yourself, Tom

"Love is a very good thing, Tom, when a man can enjoy it, and make himself warm with it, and protect

himself by it from selfishness and hardness of heart. But when it knocks a man's courage out of him, and

makes him unfit for work, and leaves him to bemoan himself, there's nothing good in it. It's as bad as drink.

"Then shake yourself, as I call it. It is to be done, if you set about it in earnest. Now, God bless you, my boy."

Then Sir Thomas got into his boat, and left his son to go upon his travels and get himself cured by a change

I have no doubt that Tom was cured, if not before he reached New York, at any rate before he left that

interesting city so that when he reached Niagara, which he did do in company with Mrs Thompson and

her charming daughters, he entertained no idea of throwing himself down the Falls. We cannot follow him on

that prolonged tour to Japan and China, and thence to Calcutta and Bombay. I fancy that he did not go on to

Kabul, as before that time the Ministry in England was unfortunately changed, and the Russians had not as

yet been expelled from Asia but I have little doubt that he obtained a great deal of very useful mercantile

information, and that he will live to have a comfortable wife and a large family, and become in the course of

years the senior partner in the great house of Travers and Treason. Let us, who have soft hearts, now throw

We have seen how Mr Traffick was finally turned out of his fatherinlaw's house or, rather, not quite

finally when we last saw him, as he continued to sleep at Queen's Gate for two or three nights after that, until

he had found shelter for his head. This he did without encountering Sir Thomas, Sir Thomas pretending the

while to believe that he was gone; and then in very truth his last pair of boots was removed. But his wife

remained, awaiting the great occurrence with all the paternal comforts around her, Mr Traffick having been

quite right in surmising that the father would not expose his daughter in her delicate condition to the

But this no more than natural attention on the part of the father and grandfather to the needs of his own

daughter and grandchild did not in the least mitigate in the bosom of the Member of Parliament the wrath

which he felt at his own expulsion. It was not, as he said to himself, the fact that he was expelled, but the

coarseness of the language used. "The truth is," he said to a friend in the House, "that, though it was arranged

that I should remain there till after my wife's confinement, I could not bear his language." It will probably be

When, therefore, Captain Batsby went down to the House on the day of Tom's departure to see his counsellor

he found Mr Traffick full rather of anger than of counsel. "Oh, yes," said the Member, walking with the

Captain up and down some of the lobbies, "I spoke to him, and told him my mind very freely. When I say I'll

do a thing, I always do it. And as for Tringle, nobody knows him better than I. It does not do to be afraid of

"He didn't like it. The truth is . You know I don't mind speaking to you openly."

"He thinks he ought to do as well with the second girl as he has done with the first." Captain Batsby at this

opened his eyes, but he said nothing. Having a good income of his own, he thought much of it. Not being the

younger son of a lord, and not being a Member of Parliament, he thought less of the advantages of those high

privileges. It did not suit him, however, to argue the question at the present moment. "He is proud of his

connection with our family, and looks perhaps even more than he ought to do to a seat in the House."

"Very likely. It is more difficult than ever to find a seat just now. A family connection of course does help

"He made himself uncommonly disagreeable I can tell you that. He couldn't very well abuse me, but he

wasn't very particular in what he said about you. Of course he was cut up about the elopement. We all felt it.

Augusta was very much hurt. In her precarious state it was so likely to do a mischief."

"No it can't be undone. But it makes one feel that you can't make a demand for money as though you set

about it in the other way. When I made up my mind to marry I stated what I thought I had a right to demand,

and I got it. He knew very well that I shouldn't take a shilling less. It does make a difference when he knows

"Haven't you? I rather think you have, old fellow. It is generally considered that when a gentleman has gone

"And when he has gone afterwards to the family house and proposed himself again in the mother's presence."

In all this Mr Traffick had received an unfair advantage from the communications which were made to him

by his wife. "Of course you must marry her. Sir Thomas knows that, and, knowing it, why should he be flush

with his money? I never allowed myself to say a single word they could use against me till the

readymoneydown had been all settled." "What was it he did say?" Batsby was thoroughly sick of hearing

his counsellor tell so many things as to his own prudence and his own success, and asked the question in an

"He said that he would not consider the question of money at all till the marriage had been solemnised. Of

course he stands on his right. Why shouldn't he? But, rough as he is, he isn't stingy. Give him his due. He isn't

stingy. The money's there all right; and the girl is his own child. You'll have to wait his time that's all."

"That'll be about it, I think. But what does it matter, Batsby? You are always talking about your income."

"No, I ain't; not half so much as you do of your seat in Parliament which everybody says you are likely to

lose at the next election." Then, of course, there was a quarrel. Mr Traffick took his offended dignity back to

the House almost doubting whether it might not be his duty to bring Captain Batsby to the bar for

contempt of privilege; and the Captain took himself off in thorough disgust. Nevertheless there was the fact

that he had engaged himself to the young lady a second time. He had run away with her with the object of

marrying her, and had then, according to his own theory in such matters been relieved from his

responsibility by the appearance of the father and the reabduction of the young lady. As the young lady had

been taken away from him it was to be supposed that the intended marriage was negatived by a proper

authority. When starting for Brussels he was a free man; and had he been wise he would have remained there,

or at some equally safe distance from the lady's charms. Then, from a distance, he might have made his

demand for money, and the elopement would have operated in his favour rather than otherwise. But he had

come back, and had foolishly allowed himself to be persuaded to show himself at Queen's Gate. He had

obeyed Traffick's advice, and now Traffick had simply thrown him over and quarrelled with him. He had too

promised, in the presence both of the mother and the married sister, that he would marry the young lady

without any regard to money. He felt it all and was very angry with himself, consoling himself as best he

might with the reflection that Sir Thomas's money was certainly safe, and that Sir Thomas himself was a

liberal man. In his present condition it would be well for him, he thought, to remain inactive and see what

circumstances would do for him. But circumstances very quickly became active. On his return to his

lodgings, after leaving Mr Traffick, he found a note from Queen's Gate. "Dearest Ben Mamma wants you

to come and lunch tomorrow. Papa has taken poor Tom down to Liverpool, and won't be back till

dinnertime. G." He did not do as he was bid, alleging some engagement of business. But the persecution

was continued in such a manner as to show him that all opposition on his part would be hopeless unless he

were to proceed on some tour as prolonged as that of his future brotherinlaw. "Come and walk at three

o'clock in Kensington Gardens tomorrow." This was written on the Saturday after his note had been received.

What use would there be in continuing a vain fight? He was in their hands, and the more gracefully he

yielded the more probable it would be that the father would evince his generosity at an early date. He

therefore met his ladylove on the steps of the Albert Memorial, whither she had managed to take herself all

"Ben," she said, as she greeted him, "why did you not come for me to the house?"

"Why should I like it best? Of course mamma knows all about it. Augusta would have come with me just to

see me here, only that she cannot walk out just at present." Then he said something to her about the

Monument, expressed his admiration of the Prince's back, abused the east wind, remarked that the buds were

coming on some of the trees, and suggested that the broad road along by the Round Pond would be drier than

the little paths. It was not interesting, as Gertrude felt, but she had not expected him to be interesting. The

interest she knew must be contributed by herself. "Ben," she said, "I was so happy to hear what you said to

"Why, of course, that, as papa has given his consent, our engagement is to go on just as if "

"Exactly. And it's almost as good as being married isn't it? "I suppose it comes to the same thing."

"Hadn't you better go to papa again and have it all finished?" "He makes himself so very unpleasant."

"That's only because he wants to punish us for running away. I suppose it was wrong. I shall never be sorry,

because it made me know how very, very much you loved me. Didn't it make you feel how very, very dearly

"And papa can't bite you, you know. You go to him, and tell him that you hope to be received in the house as

"I don't think I would. He is very generous, but he does not like to be asked. When Augusta was to be married

"But Traffick demanded a certain sum?" This question Captain Batsby asked with considerable surprise,

"Not at all. Septimus knew nothing about it till after the engagement. He was only too glad to get papa's

consent. You mustn't believe all that Septimus says, you know. You may be sure of this that you can trust

papa's generosity." Then, before he landed her at the door in Queen's Gate, he had promised that he would

make another journey to Lombard Street, with the express purpose of obtaining Sir Thomas's sanction to the

"How are you again?" said Sir Thomas, when the Captain was for the third time shown into the little back

parlour. "Have you had another trip to the continent since I saw you?" Sir Thomas was in a good humour.

Tom had gone upon his travels; Mr Traffick had absolutely taken himself out of the house; and the millions

"No, Sir Thomas; I haven't been abroad since then. I don't keep on going abroad constantly in that way."

"Of course it's about your daughter. I want to have your permission to consider ourselves engaged."

"I explained to you before that if you and Gertrude choose to marry each other I shall not stand in your way."

"I don't know that it is much to thank me for. Only that she made a fool of herself by running away with you I

should have preferred to wait till some more sensible candidate had proposed himself for her hand. I don't

"It's a pity you did not remain there, and then, perhaps, you would not have gone to Ostend with my daughter.

As it is, there she is. I think she might have done better with herself; but that is her fault. She has made her

"That's as you behave. You didn't suppose that I should allow such a piece of tomfoolery as that to be passed

over without saying anything about it! If you marry her and behave well to her I will " Then he paused.

"I think I have promised quite enough for you. You are not in a position, Captain Batsby, to ask me as to

money nor is she. You shall marry her without a shilling or you shall not marry her at all. Which is it

to be? I must have an end put to all this. I won't have you hanging about my house unless I know the reason

"Very well. Then, from this moment, Ostend shall be as though there weren't such a seaport anywhere in

Europe. I will never allude to the place again unless, perhaps, you should come and stay with me too long

when I am particularly anxious to get rid of you. Now you had better go and settle about the time and all that

with Lady Tringle, and tell her that you mean to come and dine tomorrow or next day, or whenever it suits.

Come and dine as often as you please, only do not bring your wife to live with me pertinaciously when you're

not asked." All this Captain Batsby did not understand, but, as he left Lombard Street, he made up his mind

that of all the men he had ever met, Sir Thomas Tringle, his future fatherinlaw, was the most singular.

"He's a better fellow than Traffick," said Sir Thomas to himself when he was alone, "and as he has trusted me

The Captain now had no hesitation in taking himself to Queen's Gate. As he was to be married he might as

well make the best of such delights as were to be found in the happy state of mutual affection. "My dear,

dearest Benjamin, I am so happy," said Lady Tringle, dissolved in tears as she embraced her soninlaw that

was to be. "You will always be so dear to me!" In this she was quite true. Traffick was not dear to her. She

had at first thought much of Mr Traffick's position and noble blood, but, of late, she too had become very

tired of Mr Traffick. Augusta took almost too much upon herself, and Mr Traffick's prolonged presence had

been an eyesore. Captain Batsby was softer, and would be much more pleasant as a soninlaw. Even the

"My dear Benjamin," said Augusta, "we shall always be so happy to entertain you as a brother. Mr Traffick

has a great regard for you, and said from the first that if you behaved as you ought to do after that little

journey he would arrange that everything should go straight between you and papa. I was quite sure that you

But Gertrude's delight was, of course, the strongest, and Gertrude's welcoming the warmest as was proper.

"When I think of it," she said to him, "I don't know how I should ever have looked anybody in the face again

"Oh, certainly," said Gertrude. "I don't suppose anybody would have given me anything. Now there'll be a

"And, though nothing is to be settled, I suppose he will do something." "And it would have been very

dreadful, not having a regular trousseau," said Gertrude. "Mamma will, of course, do now just as she did

about Augusta. He allowed her �300! Only think if we had been married at Ostend you would have had to

buy things for me before the first month was out. I hadn't more than half a dozen pair of stockings with me."

"He can't but say now that we have done as he would have us," added the Captain. "I do suppose that he will

"Indeed, she had not. But you'll see that sooner or later papa will do for me quite as well as for Augusta." In

this way they were happy together, consoling each other for any little trouble which seemed for a while to

cloud their joys, and basking in the full sunshine of their permitted engagement.

The day was soon fixed, but fixed not entirely in reference to the wants of Gertrude and her wedding. Lucy

had also to be married from the same house, and the day for her marriage had already been arranged. Sir

Thomas had ordered that everything should be done for Lucy as though she were a daughter of the house, and

her wedding had been arranged for the last week in May. When he heard that Ayala and Colonel Stubbs were

also engaged he was anxious that the two sisters should be "buckled", as he called it, on the same occasion

and he magnanimously offered to take upon himself the entire expense of the double arrangement, intimating

that the people in Kingsbury Crescent had hardly room enough for a wedding. But Ayala, acting probably

under Stalham influences, would not consent to this. Lady Albury, who was now in London, was determined

that Ayala's marriage should take place from her own house; and, as Aunt Margaret and Uncle Reginald had

consented, that matter was considered as settled. But Sir Thomas, having fixed his mind upon a double

wedding, resolved that Gertrude and Lucy should be the joint brides. Gertrude, who still suffered perhaps a

little in public estimation from the Ostend journey, was glad enough to wipe out that stain as quickly as

possible, and did not therefore object to the arrangement. But to the Captain there was something in it by

which his more delicate feelings were revolted. It was a matter of course that Ayala should be present at her

sister's wedding, and would naturally appear there in the guise of a bridesmaid. She would also, now, act as a

bridesmaid to Gertrude her future position as Mrs Colonel Stubbs giving her, as was supposed, sufficient

dignity for that honourable employment. But Captain Batsby, not so very long ago, had appeared among the

suitors for Ayala's hand; and therefore, as he said to Gertrude, he felt a little shamefaced about it. "What does

that signify?" said Gertrude. "If you say nothing to her about it, I'll be bound she'll say nothing to you." And

so it was on the day of the wedding. Ayala did not say a word to Captain Batsby, nor did Captain Batsby say

On the day before his marriage Captain Batsby paid a fourth visit to Lombard Street in obedience to

directions from Sir Thomas. "There, my boy," said he, "though you and Gertrude did take a little journey on

the sly to a place which we will not mention, you shan't take her altogether emptyhanded." Then he explained

certain arrangements which he had made for endowing Gertrude with an allowance, which under the

circumstances the bridegroom could not but feel to be liberal. It must be added, that, considering the

shortness of time allowed for getting them together, the amount of wedding presents bestowed was

considered by Gertrude to be satisfactory. As Lucy's were exhibited at the same time the show was not

altogether mean. "No doubt I had twice as much as the two put together," said Mrs Traffick to Ayala up in

her bedroom, "but then of course Lord Boardotrade's rank would make people give."

After that last walk in Gobblegoose Wood, after Lady Tringle's unnecessary journey to Stalham on the

Friday, and the last day's hunting with Sir Harry's hounds which took place on the Saturday Ayala

again became anxious to go home. Her anxiety was in its nature very different from that which had prompted

her to leave Stalham on an appointed day lest she should seem to be waiting for the coming of Colonel

Stubbs. "No; I don't want to run away from him any more," she said to Lady Albury. "I want to be with him

always, and I hope he won't run away from me. But I've got to be somewhere where I can think about it all

"No one can never think about a thing where it has all taken place. I must be up in my own little room in

Kingsbury Crescent, and must have Aunt Margaret's work around me so that I may realise what is going

"Yes if he wears stockings. I know he doesn't. He always wears socks. He told me so. Whatever he has,

I'll mend or make if he wants me. I can bake and I can brew;And I can make an Irish stew;wash a shirt

Then, as she sang her little song, she clapped her hands together. "Where did you get all your poetry?"

"He taught me that. We are not going to be fine people except sometimes when we may be invited to

Stalham. But I must go on Thursday, Lady Albury. I came for a week, and I have been here ever since the

middle of February. It seems years since the old woman told me I was perverse, and he said that she was

"I thought I had. It was only when you showed me his letter on that Sunday morning that I began to have any

hopes. I wonder what Mr Greene preached about that morning. I didn't hear a word. I kept on repeating what

"The letter would have been nothing without the postscript. He said that Croppy was to come back for me. I

knew he wouldn't say that unless he meant to be good to me. And yet I wasn't quite sure of it. I know it now;

don't I? But I must go, Lady Albury. I ought to let Aunt Margaret know all about it." Then it was settled that

she should go on the Thursday and on the Thursday she went. As it was now considered quite wrong that

she should travel by the railway alone in dread, probably, lest the old lady should tell her again how

perverse she had been Colonel Stubbs accompanied her. It had then been decided that the wedding must

take place at Stalham, and many messages were sent to Mr and Mrs Dosett assuring them that they would be

made very welcome on the occasion. "My own darling Lucy will be away at that time with her own young

"And so you've taken Colonel Stubbs at last," said her Aunt Margaret. "He has taken me, aunt. I didn't take

"It was a dreadful muddle, Aunt Margaret but it has come right at last, and we had better not talk about

"Not like him? I always liked him better than anybody else in the world that I ever saw."

"Of course I shouldn't say so if it hadn't come right at last. I may say whatever I please about it now, and I

declare that I always loved him. A girl can be such a fool! I was, I know. I hope you are glad, aunt."

"Of course I am. I am glad of anything that makes you happy. It seemed such a pity that, when so many

"But I did like somebody, Aunt Margaret. And I did like the best didn't I?" In answer to this Mrs Dosett

made no reply, having always had an aunt's partiality for poor Tom, in spite of all his chains.

Her uncle's congratulations were warmer even than her aunt's. "My dear girl," he said, "I am rejoiced indeed

that you should have before you such a prospect of happiness. I always felt how sad for you was your

"I have always been happy with you," said Ayala perhaps straining the truth a little in her anxiety to be

courteous. "And I know", she added, "how much Lucy and I have always owed you since poor papa's death."

"Nevertheless, it has been dull for a young girl like you. Now you will have your own duties, and if you

endeavour to do them properly the world will never be dull to you." And then there were some few words

about the wedding. "We have no feeling, my dear," said her uncle, "except to do the best we can for you. We

should have been glad to see you married from here if that had suited. But, as this lover of yours has grand

friends of his own, I dare say their place may be the better." Ayala could hardly explain to her uncle that she

had acceded to Lady Albury's proposal because, by doing so, she would spare him the necessary expense of

But Ayala's great delight was in meeting her sister. The two girls had not seen each other since the

engagement of either of them had been ratified by their friends. The winter and spring, as passed by Lucy at

Merle Park, had been very unhappy for her. Things at Merle Park had not been pleasant to any of the

residents there, and Lucy had certainly had her share of the unpleasantness. Her letters to Ayala had not been

triumphant when Aunt Emmeline had more than once expressed her wish to be rid of her, and when the news

reached her that Uncle Tom and Hamel had failed to be gracious to each other. Nor had Ayala written in a

spirit of joy before she had been able to recognise the Angel of Light in Jonathan Stubbs. But now they were

It was hard for them to know exactly how to begin. To Lucy, Isadore Hamel was, at the present moment, the

one hero walking the face of this sublunary globe; and to Ayala, as we all know, Jonathan Stubbs was an

Angel of Light, and, therefore, more even than a hero. As each spoke, the "He's" intended took a different

personification; so that to anyone less interested than the young ladies themselves there might be some

confusion as to which "He" might at that moment be under discussion. "It was bad", said Lucy, "when Uncle

"And then when he was constrained to say that he would take me at once without any preparation because

Aunt Emmeline wanted me to go, I don't suppose any man ever behaved more beautifully than he did."

"Yes indeed," said Ayala. And then she felt herself constrained to change the subject by the introduction of

an exaggerated superlative in her sister's narrative. Hamel, no doubt, had acted beautifully, but she was not

disposed to agree that nothing could be more beautiful. "Oh, Lucy," she said, "I was so miserable when he

went away after that walk in the wood. I thought he never would come back again when I had behaved so

"I hope he was. I hope he is. But what should I have done if he had not come back? No other man would have

"I think he would have come back a thousand times," said Lucy; "only I cannot imagine that I should ever

have given him the necessity of coming back even a second. But then I had known him so much longer."

"It wasn't that I hadn't known him long enough," said Ayala. "I seemed to know all about him almost all at

once. I knew how good he was, and how grand he was, long before I had left the Marchesa up in London. But

I think it astounded me that such a one as he should care for me." And so it went on through an entire

morning, each of the sisters feeling that she was bound to listen with rapt attention to the praises of the other's

But Lucy's marriage was to come first by more than two months, and therefore in that matter she was allowed

precedence. And at her marriage Ayala would be present, whereas with Ayala's Lucy would have no personal

concern. Though she did think that Uncle Tom had been worse than any vandal in that matter of selling her

lover's magnificent works, still she was ready to tell of his generosity. In a manner of his own he had sent the

money which Hamel had so greatly needed, and had now come forward to provide, with a generous hand, for

the immediate necessities, and more than the necessities, of the wedding. It was not only that she was to share

the honours of the two wedding cakes with Gertrude, and that she was to be taken as a bride from the

gorgeous mansion in Queen's Gate, but that he had provided for her bridal needs almost as fully as for those

of his own daughter. "Never mind what she'll be able to do afterwards," he said to his wife, who ventured on

some slight remonstrance with him as to the unnecessary luxuries he was preparing for the wife of a poor

man. "She won't be the worse for having a dozen new petticoats in her trunk, and, if she don't want to blow

her nose with as many handkerchiefs this year as Gertrude does, she'll be able to keep them for next year."

Then Aunt Emmeline obeyed without further hesitation the orders which were given her.

Nor was his generosity confined to the niece who for the last twelve months had been his property. Lucy was

still living in Queen's Gate, though at the time she spent much of each day in Kingsbury Crescent, and on one

occasion she brought with her a little note from Uncle Tom. "Dear Ayala," said the little note, As you are

going to be married too, you, I suppose, will want some new finery. I therefore send a cheque. Write your

name on the back of it, and give it to your uncle. He will let you have the money as you want it.

"You must go and see him," she said to her Colonel Stubbs, when he called one day in Kingsbury Crescent.

"Only for him I shouldn't have any clothes to speak of at all, and I should have to be married in my old brown

"But it wouldn't for mine, Sir. Fine feathers make fine birds, and I mean to be as fine as Lady Albury's big

peacock. So if you please you'll go to Queen's Gate, and Lombard Street too, and show yourself. Oh,

Jonathan, I shall be so proud that everybody who knows me should see what sort of a man has chosen to love

Then there was a joint visit paid by the two sisters to Mr Hamel's studio an expedition which was made

somewhat on the sly. Aunt Margaret in Kingsbury Crescent knew all about it, but Aunt Emmeline was kept in

the dark. Even now, though the marriage was sanctioned and was so nearly at hand, Aunt Emmeline would

not have approved of such a visit. She still regarded the sculptor as improper at any rate not sufficiently

proper to be treated with full familiarity partly on account of his father's manifest improprieties, and partly

because of his own relative poverty and unauthorised position in the world. But Aunt Margaret was more

tolerant, and thought that the sisterinlaw was entitled to visit the workshop in which her sister's future

bread was to be earned. And then, starting from Kingsbury Crescent, they could go in a cab; whereas any

such proceeding emanating from Queen's Gate would have required the carriage. There was a wickedness in

this starting off in a hansom cab to call on an unmarried young man, doing it in a manner successfully

concealed from Aunt Emmeline, on which Ayala expatiated with delight when she next saw Colonel Stubbs.

"What! all the way down to Aldershot? I should like, but I don't quite dare to do that."

The visit was very successful. Though it was expected, Hamel was found in his artist's costume, with a blouse

or loose linen tunic fitted close round his throat, and fastened with a belt round his waist. Lucy thought that in

this apparel he was certainly as handsome as could ever have been any Apollo and so thinking, had

contrived her little plans in such a way that he should certainly be seen at his best. To her thinking Colonel

Stubbs was not a handsome man. Hamel's hair was nearly black, and she preferred dark hair. Hamel's features

were regular, whereas the Colonel's hair was red, and he was known for a large mouth and broad nose, which

were not obliterated though they were enlightened by the brightness of his eyes. "Yes," said Ayala to herself,

as she looked at Hamel; "he is very good looking, but nobody would take him for an Angel of Light."

"Ayala has come to see you at your work," said Lucy, as they entered the studio.

"Miss Dormer, indeed," said Ayala. "I am not going to call you Mr Hamel. Yes; it was high up among the

"Hardly that, Isadore," said Lucy, "or you would not have passed me in Kensington Gardens without

"That was the second time. If I had remained away as I ought to have done, I suppose you never would have

Ayala was then taken round to see all those magnificent groups and figures which Sir Thomas would have

disposed of at so many shillings apiece under the auctioneer's hammer. "It was cruel. was it not?" said

"He never saw them, you know," said Ayala, putting in a goodnatured word for her uncle.

"If he had," said the sculptor, "he would have doubted the auctioneer's getting anything. I have turned it all in

"I am sure he was wrong," said Lucy. "He is very goodnatured, and nobody can be more grateful to another

"They will never fetch anything as they are," continued the sculptor, "and I don't suppose that when I made

them I thought they would. They have served their purpose, and I sometimes feel inclined to break them up

"They were the lessons which I had to teach myself, and the play which I gave to my imagination. Who wants

"His name is Lucifer not Beelzebub," said Lucy. "You call him Beelzebub merely to make little of him."

"It is difficult to do that, because he is nearly ten feet high. And who wants a figure of Bacchus? The thing is,

whether, having done a figure of Bacchus, I may not be better able to do a likeness of Mr Jones, when he

comes to sit for his bust at the request of his admiring friends. For any further purpose that it will answer,

Bacchus might just as well be broken up and carted away in the dustcart." To this, however, the two girls

expressed their vehement opposition, and were of opinion that the time would come when Beelzebub and

Bacchus, transferred to marble, would occupy places of honour in some wellproportioned hall built for the

purpose of receiving them. "I shall be quite content," said Hamel, "if the whole family of the Jones's will have

their busts done about the size of life, and stand them up over their bookshelves. My period for Beelzebubs

has gone by." The visit, on the whole, was delightful. Lucy was contented with the almost more than divine

beauty of her lover, and the two sisters, as they made their return journey to Kingsbury Crescent in another

hansom, discussed questions of art in a spirit that would have been delightful to any aspiring artist who might

have heard them. Then came the wedding, of which some details were given at the close of the last chapter, at

which two brides who were very unlike to each other were joined in matrimony to two bridegrooms as

dissimilar. But the Captain made himself gracious to the sculptor who was now to be connected with him,

and declared that he would always look upon Lucy as a second sister to his dear Gertrude. And Gertrude was

equally gracious, protesting, when she was marshalled to walk up to the altar first, that she did not like to go

before her darling Lucy. But the dimensions of the church admitted but of one couple at a time, and Gertrude

was compelled to go in advance. Colonel Stubbs was there acting as best man to Hamel, while Lord John

Battledore performed the same service for Captain Batsby. Lord John was nearly brokenhearted by the

apostacy of a second chum, having heard that the girl whom Frank Houston had not succeeded in marrying

was now being taken by Batsby without a shilling. "Somebody had to bottlehold for him," said Lord John,

defending himself at the club afterwards, "and I didn't like to throw the fellow over, though he is such a fool!

And there was Stubbs, too," continued his Lordship, "going to take the other girl without a shilling! There's

Stubbs, and Houston, and Batsby, all gone and drowned themselves. It's just the same as though they'd

drowned themselves!" Lord John was horrified nay, disgusted by the folly of the world. Nevertheless,

before the end of the year, he was engaged to marry a very pretty girl as devoid of fortune as our Ayala.

Now we have come to our last chapter, and it may be doubted whether any reader unless he be someone

specially gifted with a genius for statistics will have perceived how very many people have been made

happy by matrimony. If marriage be the proper ending for a novel the only ending, as this writer takes it

to be, which is not discordant surely no tale was ever so properly ended, or with so full a concord, as this

one. Infinite trouble has been taken not only in arranging these marriages but in joining like to like so that,

if not happiness, at any rate sympathetic unhappiness, might be produced. Our two sisters will, it is trusted,

be happy. They have chosen men from their hearts, and have been chosen after the same fashion. Those two

other sisters have been so wedded that the one will follow the idiosyncrasies of her husband, and the other

bring her husband to follow her idiosyncrasies, without much danger of mutiny or revolt. As to Miss Docimer

there must be room for fear. It may be questioned whether she was not worthy of a better lot than has been

achieved for her by joining her fortunes to those of Frank Houston. But I, speaking for myself, have my

hopes of Frank Houston. It is hard to rescue a man from the slough of luxury and idleness combined. If

anything can do it, it is a cradle filled annually. It may be that he will yet learn that a broad back with a heavy

weight upon it gives the best chance of happiness here below. Of Lord John's married prospects I could not

say much as he came so very lately on the scene; but even he may perhaps do something in the world when

For our special friend Tom Tringle, no wife has been found. In making his effort which he did manfully

he certainly had not chosen the consort who would be fit for him. He had not seen clearly, as had done his

sisters and cousins. He had fallen in love too young it being the nature of young men to be much younger

than young ladies, and, not knowing himself, had been as might be a barndoor cock who had set his heart

upon some azureplumaged, highsoaring lady of the woods. The lady with the azure plumes had, too, her

highsoaring tendencies, but she was enabled by true insight to find the male who would be fit for her. The

barndoor cock, when we left him on board the steamer going to New York, had not yet learned the nature of

his own requirements. The knowledge will come to him. There may be doubts as to Frank Houston, but we

think that there need be none as to Tom Tringle. The proper wife will be forthcoming; and in future years,

when he will probably have a Glenbogie and a Merle Park of his own, he will own that Fortune did well for

But Ayala herself Ayala our pet heroine had not been yet married when the last chapter was written,

and now there remains a page or two in which the reader must bid adieu to her as she stands at the altar with

her Angel of Light. She was at Stalham for a fortnight before her marriage, in order, as Lady Albury said, that

the buxom lady'smaid might see that everything had been done rightly in reference to the trousseau. "My

dear," said Lady Albury, "it is important, you know. I dare say you can bake and brew, because you say so;

but you don't know anything about clothes." Ayala, who by this time was very intimate with her friend,

pouted her lips, and said that if "Jonathan did not like her things as she chose to have them he might do the

other thing." But Lady Albury had her way, inducing Sir Harry to add something even to Uncle Tom's

liberality, and the buxom woman went about her task in such a fashion that if Colonel Stubbs were not

satisfied he must have been a very unconscionable Colonel. He probably would know nothing about it

except that his bride in her bridal array had not looked so well as in any other garments, which, I take it, is

invariably the case till at the end of the first year a glimmer of the truth as to a lady's wardrobe would

come upon him. "I told you there would be a many new dresses before two years were over, Miss," said the

buxom female, as she spread all the frocks and all the worked petticoats and all the collars and all the silk

stockings and all the lace handkerchiefs about the bedroom to be inspected by Lady Albury, Mrs Gosling, and

one or two other friends, before they were finally packed up. Then came the day on which the Colonel was to

reach Stalham, that day being a Monday, whereas the wedding was to take place on Wednesday. It was

considered to be within the bounds of propriety that the Colonel should sleep at Stalham on the Monday,

under the same roof with his bride; but on the Tuesday it was arranged that he should satisfy the decorous

feeling of the neighbourhood by removing himself to the parsonage, which was distant about half a mile

across the park, and was contiguous to the church. Here lived Mr Greene, the bachelor curate, the rector of

"I don't see why he is to be sent away after dinner to walk across the park in the dark," said Ayala, when the

"It is a law, my dear," said Lady Albury, "and has to be obeyed whether you understand it or not like other

laws. Mr Greene will be with him, so that no one shall run away with him in the dark. Then he will be able to

"But I thought there would be half a dozen carriages at least." "But there won't be room in one of them for

him. He is to be nobody until he comes forth from the church as your husband. Then he is to be everybody.

That is the very theory of marriage." "I think we managed it all very well between us," said Lady Albury

afterwards, "but you really cannot guess the trouble we took." "Why should there have been trouble?"

"Because you were such a perverse creature, as the old lady said. I am not sure that you were not right,

because a girl does so often raise herself in her lover's estimation by refusing him half a dozen times. But you

"But you did. Only think of my going up to London to meet him, and of him coming from Aldershot to meet

me, simply that we might put our heads together how to overcome the perversity of such a young woman as

you!" There then came a look almost of pain on Ayala's brow. "But I do believe it was for the best. In this

"Oh, if I can only be necessary to him always! But there should have been no going up to London. I should

It is probable that the Colonel did not enjoy his days at Stalham before his marriage, except during the hour

or two in which he was allowed to take Ayala out for a last walk. Such days can hardly be agreeable to the

man of whom it is known by all around him that he is on the eve of committing matrimony. There is always,

on such occasions, a feeling of weakness, as though the man had been subdued, brought at length into a cage

and tamed, so as to be made fit for domestic purposes, and deprived of his ancient freedom amongst the

woods; whereas the girl feels herself to be the triumphant conqueror, who has successfully performed this

great act of taming. Such being the case, the man had perhaps better keep away till he is forced to appear at

the church door. Nevertheless our Colonel did enjoy his last walk. "Oh, yes," she said, "of course we will go

to the old wood. Where else? I am so glad that poor fox went through Gobblegoose otherwise we should

never have gone there, and then who knows whether you and I would ever have been friends again any

"Ah, that's just it. You can know that you had a purpose, and perhaps were determined to carry it out."

"But I couldn't be sure of that. I couldn't carry out my purpose, even if I had one. I had to doubt, and to be

unhappy, and to hate myself, because I had been perverse. I declare, I do think you men have so much the

best of it. How glorious would it have been to be able to walk straight up and say, Jonathan Stubbs, I love

you better than all the world. Will you be my husband?" "But suppose the Jonathan Stubbs of the occasion

"Therefore it is possible that you may have the best of it." "And so you never will take another walk with

"You cannot think how I regret it. Of course I am glad to become your wife. I do not at all want to have it

postponed. But there is something so sweet in having a lover and you know that though I shall have a

husband I shall never have a lover again and I never had one before, Jonathan. There has been very little

of it. When a thing has been so sweet it is sad to think that it must be gone for ever!" Then she leaned upon

him with both her hands, and looked up at him and smiled, with her lips a little open as she knew that he

liked her to lean upon him and to look for she had caught by her instinct the very nature of the man, and

knew how to witch him with her little charms. "Ah me! I wonder whether you'll like me to lean upon you

"I shall be a fat old woman, perhaps. But I shall lean upon you always, always. What else shall I ever have

"Nothing nothing nothing! I want nothing else. I wonder whether there is anybody in all the world who

has got so completely everything that she ever dreamed of wanting as I have. But if you could have been only

my lover for a little longer !" Then he assured her that he would be her lover just the same, even though

they were husband and wlfe. Alas, no! There he had promised more than it is given to a man to perform.

Faith, honesty, steadiness of purpose, joined to the warmest love and the truest heart, will not enable a

husband to maintain the sweetness of that aroma which has filled with delight the senses of the girl who has

"What a happy fellow you are!" said Mr Greene, as, in the intimacy of the moment, they walked across the

"I don't want to have to look for the money; and if I did I shouldn't get it. I often think how very unfairly

On the return of the two lovers to the house from their walk there were Mr and Mrs Dosett, who would much

rather have stayed away had they not been unwilling not to show their mark of affection to their niece. I

doubt whether they were very happy, but they were at any rate received with every distinction. Sir Thomas

and Aunt Emmeline were asked, but they made some excuse. Sir Thomas knew very well that he had nothing

in common with Sir Harry Albury; and, as for Aunt Emmeline, her one journey to Stalham had been enough

for her. But Sir Thomas was again very liberal, and sent down as his contribution to the wedding presents the

very necklace which Ayala had refused from her cousin Tom. "Upon my word, your uncle is magnificent,"

said Lady Albury, upon which the whole story was told to her. Lucy and her husband were away on their

tour, as were Gertrude and hers on theirs. This was rather a comfort, as Captain Batsby's presence at the

house would have been a nuisance. But there was quite enough of guests to make the wedding, as being a

country wedding, very brilliant. Among others, old Tony Tappett was there, mindful of the manner in which

Cranbury Brook had been ridden, and of Croppy's presence when the hounds ran their fox into Dillsborough

Wood. "I hope she be to ride with us, off and on, Colonel," said Tony, when the ceremony had been

"Because, when they come out like that, Colonel, it's a pity to lose 'em, just because they's got their husbands

And Lord Rufford was there, with his wife, who on this occasion was very pressing with her invitations. She

had heard that Colonel Stubbs was likely to rise high in his profession, and there were symptoms, of which

she was an excellent judge, that Mrs Colonel Stubbs would become known as a professional beauty. And

Larry Twentyman was there, who, being in the neighbourhood, was, to his great delight, invited to the

Thus, to her own intense satisfaction, Ayala was handed over to her ANGEL OF LIGHT.