Desperate Remedies............................................................................................................................................1

Thomas Hardy ..........................................................................................................................................1

PREFATORY NOTE..............................................................................................................................1

I. THE EVENTS OF THIRTY YEARS.................................................................................................2

II. THE EVENTS OF A FORTNIGHT................................................................................................10

III. THE EVENTS OF EIGHT DAYS.................................................................................................19

IV. THE EVENTS OF ONE DAY.......................................................................................................31

V. THE EVENTS OF ONE DAY .........................................................................................................35

VI. THE EVENTS OF TWELVE HOURS..........................................................................................48

VII. THE EVENTS OF EIGHTEEN DAYS........................................................................................61

VIII. THE EVENTS OF EIGHTEEN DAYS .......................................................................................71

IX. THE EVENTS OF TEN WEEKS ...................................................................................................89

X. THE EVENTS OF A DAY AND NIGHT .....................................................................................104

XI. THE EVENTS OF FIVE DAYS..................................................................................................119

XII. THE EVENTS OF TEN MONTHS............................................................................................134

XIII. THE EVENTS OF ONE DAY ...................................................................................................149

XIV. THE EVENTS OF FIVE WEEKS .............................................................................................175

XV. THE EVENTS OF THREE WEEKS ..........................................................................................181

XVI. THE EVENTS OF ONE WEEK...............................................................................................189

XVII. THE EVENTS OF ONE DAY .................................................................................................199

XVIII. THE EVENTS OF THREE DAYS .........................................................................................206

XIX. THE EVENTS OF A DAY AND NIGHT .................................................................................217

XX. THE EVENTS OF THREE HOURS..........................................................................................235

XXI. THE EVENTS OF EIGHTEEN HOURS ..................................................................................239

SEQUEL..............................................................................................................................................249

The following story, the first published by the author, was written nineteen years ago, at a time when he was

feeling his way to a method. The principles observed in its composition are, no doubt, too exclusively those

in which mystery, entanglement, surprise, and moral obliquity are depended on for exciting interest; but some

of the scenes, and at least one of the characters, have been deemed not unworthy of a little longer

preservation; and as they could hardly be reproduced in a fragmentary form the novel is reissued complete

the more readily that it has for some considerable time been reprinted and widely circulated in America.

To the foregoing note I have only to add that, in the present edition of 'Desperate Remedies,' some Wessex

towns and other places that are common to the scenes of several of these stories have been called for the first

time by the names under which they appear elsewhere, for the satisfaction of any reader who may care for

This is the only material change; for, as it happened that certain characteristics which provoked most

discussion in my latest story were present in this my firstpublished in 1871, when there was no French

In the long and intricately inwrought chain of circumstance which renders worthy of record some experiences

of Cytherea Graye, Edward Springrove, and others, the first event directly influencing the issue was a

In the abovementioned year, 1835, Ambrose Graye, a young architect who had just begun the practice of his

profession in the midland town of Hocbridge, to the north of Christminster, went to London to spend the

Christmas holidays with a friend who lived in Bloomsbury. They had gone up to Cambridge in the same year,

Graye was handsome, frank, and gentle. He had a quality of thought which, exercised on homeliness, was

humour; on nature, picturesqueness; on abstractions, poetry. Being, as a rule, broadcast, it was all three.

Of the wickedness of the world he was too forgetful. To discover evil in a new friend is to most people only

While in London he became acquainted with a retired officer in the Navy named Bradleigh, who, with his

wife and their daughter, lived in a street not far from Russell Square. Though they were in no more than

comfortable circumstances, the captain's wife came of an ancient family whose genealogical tree was

The young lady, their daughter, seemed to Graye by far the most beautiful and queenly being he had ever

beheld. She was about nineteen or twenty, and her name was Cytherea. In truth she was not so very unlike

country girls of that type of beauty, except in one respect. She was perfect in her manner and bearing, and

they were not. A mere distinguishing peculiarity, by catching the eye, is often read as the pervading

characteristic, and she appeared to him no less than perfection throughouttranscending her rural rivals in

very nature. Graye did a thing the blissfulness of which was only eclipsed by its hazardousness. He loved her

His introductions had led him into contact with Cytherea and her parents two or three times on the first week

of his arrival in London, and accident and a lover's contrivance brought them together as frequently the week

following. The parents liked young Graye, and having few friends (for their equals in blood were their

superiors in position), he was received on very generous terms. His passion for Cytherea grew not only

strong, but ineffably exalted: she, without positively encouraging him, tacitly assented to his schemes for

being near her. Her father and mother seemed to have lost all confidence in nobility of birth, without money

to give effect to its presence, and looked upon the budding consequence of the young people's reciprocal

Graye's whole impassioned dream terminated in a sad and unaccountable episode. After passing through

three weeks of sweet experience, he had arrived at the last stagea kind of moral Gaza before plunging

into an emotional desert. The second week in January had come round, and it was necessary for the young

Throughout his acquaintanceship with the lady of his heart there had been this marked peculiarity in her love:

she had delighted in his presence as a sweetheart should do, yet from first to last she had repressed all

recognition of the true nature of the thread which drew them together, blinding herself to its meaning and

only natural tendency, and appearing to dread his announcement of them. The present seemed enough for her

without cumulative hope: usually, even if love is in itself an end, it must be regarded as a beginning to be

In spite of evasions as an obstacle, and in consequence of them as a spur, he would put the matter off no

longer. It was evening. He took her into a little conservatory on the landing, and there among the evergreens,

by the light of a few tiny lamps, infinitely enhancing the freshness and beauty of the leaves, he made the

She seemed like one just awakened. 'Ahwe must part now!' she faltered, in a voice of anguish. 'I will write

In a wild fever Graye went home and watched for the next morning. Who shall express his misery and

'Goodbye; goodbye for ever. As recognized lovers something divides us eternally. Forgive meI should

That very day, and as it seemed, to put an end to a painful condition of things, daughter and parents left

London to pay off a promised visit to a relative in a western county. No message or letter of entreaty could

wring from her any explanation. She begged him not to follow her, and the most bewildering point was that

her father and mother appeared, from the tone of a letter Graye received from them, as vexed and sad as he at

this sudden renunciation. One thing was plain: without admitting her reason as valid, they knew what that

A week from that day Ambrose Graye left his friend Huntway's house and saw no more of the Love he

mourned. From time to time his friend answered any inquiry Graye made by letter respecting her. But very

poor food to a lover is intelligence of a mistress filtered through a friend. Huntway could tell nothing

definitely. He said he believed there had been some prior flirtation between Cytherea and her cousin, an

officer of the line, two or three years before Graye met her, which had suddenly been terminated by the

cousin's departure for India, and the young lady's travelling on the Continent with her parents the whole of

the ensuing summer, on account of delicate health. Eventually Huntway said that circumstances had rendered

Graye's attachment more hopeless still. Cytherea's mother had unexpectedly inherited a large fortune and

estates in the west of England by the rapid fall of some intervening lives. This had caused their removal from

the small house in Bloomsbury, and, as it appeared, a renunciation of their old friends in that quarter.

Young Graye concluded that his Cytherea had forgotten him and his love. But he could not forget her.

Eight years later, feeling lonely and depresseda man without relatives, with many acquaintances but no

friendsAmbrose Graye met a young lady of a different kind, fairly endowed with money and good gifts.

As to caring very deeply for another woman after the loss of Cytherea, it was an absolute impossibility with

him. With all, the beautiful things of the earth become more dear as they elude pursuit; but with some natures

utter elusion is the one special event which will make a passing love permanent for ever.

This second young lady and Graye were married. That he did not, first or last, love his wife as he should have

done, was known to all; but few knew that his unmanageable heart could never be weaned from useless

His character to some extent deteriorated, as emotional constitutions will under the long sense of

disappointment at having missed their imagined destiny. And thus, though naturally of a gentle and pleasant

disposition, he grew to be not so tenderly regarded by his acquaintances as it is the lot of some of those

persons to be. The winning and sanguine receptivity of his early life developed by degrees a moody

nervousness, and when not picturing prospects drawn from baseless hope he was the victim of indescribable

depression. The practical issue of such a condition was improvidence, originally almost an unconscious

improvidence, for every debt incurred had been mentally paid off with a religious exactness from the

treasures of expectation before mentioned. But as years revolved, the same course was continued from the

lack of spirit sufficient for shifting out of an old groove when it has been found to lead to disaster.

In the year 1861 his wife died, leaving him a widower with two children. The elder, a son named Owen, now

just turned seventeen, was taken from school, and initiated as pupil to the profession of architect in his

father's office. The remaining child was a daughter, and Owen's junior by a year.

We pass over two years in order to reach the next cardinal event of these persons' lives. The scene is still the

Grayes' native town of Hocbridge, but as it appeared on a Monday afternoon in the month of October.

The weather was sunny and dry, but the ancient borough was to be seen wearing one of its least attractive

aspects. First on account of the time. It was that stagnant hour of the twentyfour when the practical

garishness of Day, having escaped from the fresh long shadows and enlivening newness of the morning, has

not yet made any perceptible advance towards acquiring those mellow and soothing tones which grace its

decline. Next, it was that stage in the progress of the week when businesswhich, carried on under the

gables of an old country place, is not devoid of a romantic sparkle was wellnigh extinguished. Lastly, the

town was intentionally bent upon being attractive by exhibiting to an influx of visitors the local talent for

dramatic recitation, and provincial towns trying to be lively are the dullest of dull things.

Little towns are like little children in this respect, that they interest most when they are enacting native

peculiarities unconscious of beholders. Discovering themselves to be watched they attempt to be entertaining

The weatherstained clockface in the low church tower standing at the intersection of the three chief streets

was expressing halfpast two to the Town Hall opposite, where the much talkedof reading from

Shakespeare was about to begin. The doors were open, and those persons who had already assembled within

the building were noticing the entrance of the newcomerssilently criticizing their dress questioning the

Among these later ones came an exceptional young maiden who glowed amid the dulness like a single

brightred poppy in a field of brown stubble. She wore an elegant dark jacket, lavender dress, hat with grey

strings and trimmings, and gloves of a colour to harmonize. She lightly walked up the side passage of the

The young girl was Cytherea Graye; her age was now about eighteen. During her entry, and at various times

whilst sitting in her seat and listening to the reader on the platform, her personal appearance formed an

Her face was exceedingly attractive, though artistically less perfect than her figure, which approached

unusually near to the standard of faultlessness. But even this feature of hers yielded the palm to the

gracefulness of her movement, which was fascinating and delightful to an extreme degree.

Indeed, motion was her speciality, whether shown on its most extended scale of bodily progression, or

minutely, as in the uplifting of her eyelids, the bending of her fingers, the pouting of her lip. The carriage of

her headmotion within motiona glide upon a glidewas as delicate as that of a magnetic needle. And

this flexibility and elasticity had never been taught her by rule, nor even been acquired by observation, but,

nullo cultu, had naturally developed itself with her years. In childhood, a stone or stalk in the way, which had

been the inevitable occasion of a fall to her playmates, had usually left her safe and upright on her feet after

the narrowest escape by oscillations and whirls for the preservation of her balance. At mixed Christmas

parties, when she numbered but twelve or thirteen years, and was heartily despised on that account by lads

who deemed themselves men, her apt lightness in the dance covered this incompleteness in her womanhood,

and compelled the selfsame youths in spite of resolutions to seize upon her childish figure as a partner

whom they could not afford to contemn. And in later years, when the instincts of her sex had shown her this

point as the best and rarest feature in her external self, she was not found wanting in attention to the

Her hair rested gaily upon her shoulders in curls and was of a shining corn yellow in the high lights,

deepening to a definite nut brown as each curl wound round into the shade. She had eyes of a sapphire hue,

though rather darker than the gem ordinarily appears; they possessed the affectionate and liquid sparkle of

loyalty and good faith as distinguishable from that harder brightness which seems to express faithfulness only

But to attempt to gain a view of heror indeed of any fascinating womanfrom a measured category, is as

difficult as to appreciate the effect of a landscape by exploring it at night with a lantern or of a full chord

of music by piping the notes in succession. Nevertheless it may readily be believed from the description here

ventured, that among the many winning phases of her aspect, these were particularly striking:

During pleasant doubt, when her eyes brightened stealthily and smiled (as eyes will smile) as distinctly as her

lips, and in the space of a single instant expressed clearly the whole round of degrees of expectancy which lie

During the telling of a secret, which was involuntarily accompanied by a sudden minute start, and ecstatic

pressure of the listener's arm, side, or neck, as the position and degree of intimacy dictated.

She suddenly assumed the lastmentioned bearing in the progress of the present entertainment. Her glance

Why the particulars of a young lady's presence at a very mediocre performance were prevented from

dropping into the oblivion which their intrinsic insignificance would naturally have involvedwhy they

were remembered and individualized by herself and others through after yearswas simply that she

unknowingly stood, as it were, upon the extreme posterior edge of a tract in her life, in which the real

meaning of Taking Thought had never been known. It was the last hour of experience she ever enjoyed with a

mind entirely free from a knowledge of that labyrinth into which she stepped immediately afterwardsto

continue a perplexed course along its mazes for the greater portion of twentynine subsequent months.

The Town Hall, in which Cytherea sat, was a building of brown stone, and through one of the windows could

be seen from the interior of the room the housetops and chimneys of the adjacent street, and also the upper

part of a neighbouring church spire, now in course of completion under the superintendence of Miss Graye's

That the top of this spire should be visible from her position in the room was a fact which Cytherea's idling

eyes had discovered with some interest, and she was now engaged in watching the scene that was being

enacted about its airy summit. Round the conical stonework rose a cage of scaffolding against the blue sky,

and upon this stood five menfour in clothes as white as the new erection close beneath their hands, the fifth

The four workingmen in white were three masons and a mason's labourer. The fifth man was the architect,

Mr. Graye. He had been giving directions as it seemed, and retiring as far as the narrow footway allowed,

The picture thus presented to a spectator in the Town Hall was curious and striking. It was an illuminated

miniature, framed in by the dark margin of the window, the keenedged shadiness of which emphasized by

The height of the spire was about one hundred and twenty feet, and the five men engaged thereon seemed

entirely removed from the sphere and experiences of ordinary human beings. They appeared little larger than

pigeons, and made their tiny movements with a soft, spiritlike silentness. One idea above all others was

conveyed to the mind of a person on the ground by their aspect, namely, concentration of purpose: that they

were indifferent toeven unconscious ofthe distracted world beneath them, and all that moved upon it.

Then one of them turned; it was Mr. Graye. Again he stood motionless, with attention to the operations of the

others. He appeared to be lost in reflection, and had directed his face towards a new stone they were lifting.

'Why does he stand like that?' the young lady thought at lengthup to that moment as listless and careless as

one of the ancient Tarentines, who, on such an afternoon as this, watched from the Theatre the entry into their

She moved herself uneasily. 'I wish he would come down,' she whispered, still gazing at the skybacked

When she had done murmuring the words her father indecisively laid hold of one of the scaffoldpoles, as if

to test its strength, then let it go and stepped back. In stepping, his foot slipped. An instant of doubling

forward and sideways, and he reeled off into the air, immediately disappearing downwards.

His agonized daughter rose to her feet by a convulsive movement. Her lips parted, and she gasped for breath.

She could utter no sound. One by one the people about her, unconscious of what had happened, turned their

heads, and inquiry and alarm became visible upon their faces at the sight of the poor child. A moment longer,

The next impression of which Cytherea had any consciousness was of being carried from a strange vehicle

across the pavement to the steps of her own house by her brother and an older man. Recollection of what had

passed evolved itself an instant later, and just as they entered the doorthrough which another and sadder

burden had been carried but a few instants beforeher eyes caught sight of the southwestern sky, and,

without heeding, saw white sunlight shining in shaftlike lines from a rift in a slaty cloud. Emotions will

attach themselves to scenes that are simultaneous however foreign in essence these scenes may beas

chemical waters will crystallize on twigs and wires. Even after that time any mental agony brought less

vividly to Cytherea's mind the scene from the Town Hall windows than sunlight streaming in shaftlike lines.

When death enters a house, an element of sadness and an element of horror accompany it. Sadness, from the

death itself: horror, from the clouds of blackness we designedly labour to introduce.

The funeral had taken place. Depressed, yet resolved in his demeanour, Owen Graye sat before his father's

private escritoire, engaged in turning out and unfolding a heterogeneous collection of papersforbidding and

inharmonious to the eye at all timesmost of all to one under the influence of a great grief. Laminae of

white paper tied with twine were indiscriminately intermixed with other white papers bounded by black

The bulk of these letters, bills, and other documents were submitted to a careful examination, by which the

First, that their father's income from professional sources had been very small, amounting to not more than

half their expenditure; and that his own and his wife's property, upon which he had relied for the balance, had

been sunk and lost in unwise loans to unscrupulous men, who had traded upon their father's too open

Second, that finding his mistake, he had endeavoured to regain his standing by the illusory path of

speculation. The most notable instance of this was the following. He had been induced, when at Plymouth in

the autumn of the previous year, to venture all his spare capital on the bottomry security of an Italian brig

which had put into the harbour in distress. The profit was to be considerable, so was the risk. There turned out

to be no security whatever. The circumstances of the case tendered it the most unfortunate speculation that a

man like himselfignorant of all such matterscould possibly engage in. The vessel went down, and all

Third, that these failures had left him burdened with debts he knew not how to meet; so that at the time of his

death even the few pounds lying to his account at the bank were his only in name.

Fourth, that the loss of his wife two years earlier had awakened him to a keen sense of his blindness, and of

his duty by his children. He had then resolved to reinstate by unflagging zeal in the pursuit of his profession,

Cytherea was frequently at her brother's elbow during these examinations. She often remarked sadly

'Poor papa failed to fulfil his good intention for want of time, didn't he, Owen? And there was an excuse for

his past, though he never would claim it. I never forget that original disheartening blow, and how that from it

sprang all the ills of his life everything connected with his gloom, and the lassitude in business we used so

'I remember what he said once,' returned the brother, 'when I sat up late with him. He said, "Owen, don't love

too blindly: blindly you will love if you love at all, but a little care is still possible to a welldisciplined heart.

May that heart be yours as it was not mine," father said. "Cultivate the art of renunciation." And I am going

'And once mamma said that an excellent woman was papa's ruin, because he did not know the way to give

her up when he had lost her. I wonder where she is now, Owen? We were told not to try to find out anything

'That was by her own request, I believe. But never mind her; she was not our mother.'

The love affair which had been Ambrose Graye's disheartening blow was precisely of that nature which lads

Thus Ambrose Graye's good intentions with regard to the reintegration of his property had scarcely taken

Heavy bills, showing the extent of his obligations, tumbled in immediately upon the heels of the funeral from

quarters previously unheard and unthought of. Thus pressed, a bill was filed in Chancery to have the assets,

There is in us an unquenchable expectation, which at the gloomiest time persists in inferring that because we

are OURSELVES, there must be a special future in store for us, though our nature and antecedents to the

remotest particular have been common to thousands. Thus to Cytherea and Owen Graye the question how

their lives would end seemed the deepest of possible enigmas. To others who knew their position equally well

with themselves the question was the easiest that could be asked'Like those of other people similarly

Then Owen held a consultation with his sister to come to some decision on their future course, and a month

was passed in waiting for answers to letters, and in the examination of schemes more or less futile. Sudden

hopes that were rainbows to the sight proved but mists to the touch. In the meantime, unpleasant remarks,

disguise them as some wellmeaning people might, were floating around them every day. The undoubted

truth, that they were the children of a dreamer who let slip away every farthing of his money and ran into debt

with his neighboursthat the daughter had been brought up to no professionthat the son who had, had

made no progress in it, and might come to the dogscould not from the nature of things be wrapped up in

silence in order that it might not hurt their feelings; and as a matter of fact, it greeted their ears in some form

or other wherever they went. Their few acquaintances passed them hurriedly. Ancient potwallopers, and

thriving shopkeepers, in their intervals of leisure, stood at their shop doorstheir toes hanging over the

edge of the step, and their obese waists hanging over their toesand in discourses with friends on the

pavement, formulated the course of the improvident, and reduced the children's prospects to a shadowlike

attenuation. The sons of these men (who wore breastpins of a sarcastic kind, and smoked humorous pipes)

stared at Cytherea with a stare unmitigated by any of the respect that had formerly softened it.

Now it is a noticeable fact that we do not much mind what men think of us, or what humiliating secret they

discover of our means, parentage, or object, provided that each thinks and acts thereupon in isolation. It is the

exchange of ideas about us that we dread most; and the possession by a hundred acquaintances, severally

insulated, of the knowledge of our skeletoncloset's whereabouts, is not so distressing to the nerves as a chat

Perhaps, though Hocbridge watched and whispered, its animus would have been little more than a trifle to

persons in thriving circumstances. But unfortunately, poverty, whilst it is new, and before the skin has had

time to thicken, makes people susceptible inversely to their opportunities for shielding themselves. In Owen

was found, in place of his father's impressibility, a larger share of his father's pride, and a squareness of idea

which, if coupled with a little more blindness, would have amounted to positive prejudice. To him humanity,

so far as he had thought of it at all, was rather divided into distinct classes than blended from extreme to

extreme. Hence by a sequence of ideas which might be traced if it were worth while, he either detested or

respected opinion, and instinctively sought to escape a cold shade that mere sensitiveness would have

endured. He could have submitted to separation, sickness, exile, drudgery, hunger and thirst, with stoical

After living on for nine months in attempts to make an income as his father's successor in the

professionattempts which were utterly fruitless by reason of his inexperienceGraye came to a simple

and sweeping resolution. They would privately leave that part of England, drop from the sight of

acquaintances, gossips, harsh critics, and bitter creditors of whose misfortune he was not the cause, and

escape the position which galled him by the only road their great poverty left open to themthat of his

obtaining some employment in a distant place by following his profession as a humble underdraughtsman.

He thought over his capabilities with the sensations of a soldier grinding his sword at the opening of a

campaign. What with lack of employment, owing to the decrease of his late father's practice, and the absence

of direct and uncompromising pressure towards monetary results from a pupil's labour (which seems to be

always the case when a professional man's pupil is also his son), Owen's progress in the art and science of

architecture had been very insignificant indeed. Though anything but an idle young man, he had hardly

reached the age at which industrious men who lack an external whip to send them on in the world, are

induced by their own common sense to whip on themselves. Hence his knowledge of plans, elevations,

sections, and specifications, was not greater at the end of two years of probation than might easily have been

acquired in six months by a youth of average abilityhimself, for instanceamid a bustling London

But at any rate he could make himself handy to one of the professionsome man in a remote townand

there fulfil his indentures. A tangible inducement lay in this direction of survey. He had a slight conception of

such a mana Mr. Gradfieldwho was in practice in Budmouth Regis, a seaport town and wateringplace

After some doubts, Graye ventured to write to this gentleman, asking the necessary question, shortly alluding

to his father's death, and stating that his term of apprenticeship had only half expired. He would be glad to

complete his articles at a very low salary for the whole remaining two years, provided payment could begin at

The answer from Mr. Gradfield stated that he was not in want of a pupil who would serve the remainder of

his time on the terms Mr. Graye mentioned. But he would just add one remark. He chanced to be in want of

some young man in his officefor a short time only, probably about two monthsto trace drawings, and

attend to other subsidiary work of the kind. If Mr. Graye did not object to occupy such an inferior position as

these duties would entail, and to accept weekly wages which to one with his expectations would be

considered merely nominal, the post would give him an opportunity for learning a few more details of the

'It is a beginning, and, above all, an abidingplace, away from the shadow of the cloud which hangs over us

Cytherea's plan for her future, an intensely simple one, owing to the even greater narrowness of her resources,

was already marked out. One advantage had accrued to her through her mother's possession of a fair share of

personal property, and perhaps only one. She had been carefully educated. Upon this consideration her plan

was based. She was to take up her abode in her brother's lodging at Budmouth, when she would immediately

advertise for a situation as governess, having obtained the consent of a lawyer at Aldbrickham who was

winding up her father's affairs, and who knew the history of her position, to allow himself to be referred to in

Early one morning they departed from their native town, leaving behind them scarcely a trace of their

Then the town pitied their want of wisdom in taking such a step. 'Rashness; they would have made a better

But what is Wisdom really? A steady handling of any means to bring about any end necessary to happiness.

Yet whether one's end be the usual enda wealthy position in life or no, the name of wisdom is seldom

The day of their departure was one of the most glowing that the climax of a long series of summer heats

could evolve. The wide expanse of landscape quivered up and down like the flame of a taper, as they steamed

along through the midst of it. Placid flocks of sheep reclining under trees a little way off appeared of a pale

blue colour. Clover fields were livid with the brightness of the sun upon their deep red flowers. All waggons

and carts were moved to the shade by their careful owners, rainwater butts fell to pieces; wellbuckets were

lowered inside the covers of the wellhole, to preserve them from the fate of the butts, and generally, water

seemed scarcer in the country than the beer and cider of the peasantry who toiled or idled there.

To see persons looking with children's eyes at any ordinary scenery, is a proof that they possess the charming

faculty of drawing new sensations from an old experiencea healthy sign, rare in these feverish daysthe

Both brother and sister could do this; Cytherea more noticeably. They watched the undulating cornlands,

monotonous to all their companions; the stony and clayey prospect succeeding those, with its angular and

abrupt hills. Boggy moors came next, now withered and drythe spots upon which pools usually spread

their waters showing themselves as circles of smooth bare soil, overrun by a network of innumerable little

fissures. Then arose plantations of firs, abruptly terminating beside meadows cleanly mown, in which high

hipped, richcoloured cows, with backs horizontal and straight as the ridge of a house, stood motionless or

lazily fed. Glimpses of the sea now interested them, which became more and more frequent till the train

'The whole town is looking out for us,' had been Graye's impression throughout the day. He called upon Mr.

Gradfieldthe only man who had been directly informed of his comingand found that Mr. Gradfield had

However, arrangements were made with this gentlemana stout, active, greybearded burgher of sixtyby

'A YOUNG LADY is desirous of meeting with an ENGAGEMENT as GOVERNESS or COMPANION. She

is competent to teach English, French, and Music. Satisfactory referencesAddress, C. G., PostOffice,

It seemed a more material existence than her own that she saw thus delineated on the paper. 'That can't be

On the Monday subsequent to their arrival in Budmouth, Owen Graye attended at Mr. Gradfield's office to

enter upon his duties, and his sister was left in their lodgings alone for the first time.

Despite the sad occurrences of the preceding autumn, an unwonted cheerfulness pervaded her spirit

throughout the day. Change of sceneand that to untravelled eyesconjoined with the sensation of freedom

from supervision, revived the sparkle of a warm young nature ready enough to take advantage of any

adventitious restoratives. Pointblank grief tends rather to seal up happiness for a time than to produce that

attrition which results from griefs of anticipation that move onward with the days: these may be said to

Her expectations from the advertisement began to be extravagant. A thriving family, who had always sadly

needed her, was already definitely pictured in her fancy, which, in its exuberance, led her on to picturing its

individual members, their possible peculiarities, virtues, and vices, and obliterated for a time the recollection

Thus musing, as she waited for his return in the evening, her eyes fell on her left hand. The contemplation of

her own left fourth finger by symbolloving girlhood of this age is, it seems, very frequently, if not always,

followed by a peculiar train of romantic ideas. Cytherea's thoughts, still playing about her future, became

directed into this romantic groove. She leant back in her chair, and taking hold of the fourth finger, which had

attracted her attention, she lifted it with the tips of the others, and looked at the smooth and tapering member

'If he's a gentleman of fashion, he will take my finger so, just with the tips of his own, and with some

fluttering of the heart, and the least trembling of his lip, slip the ring so lightly on that I shall hardly know it is

'If he's a bold, dashing soldier, I expect he will proudly turn round, take the ring as if it equalled her Majesty's

crown in value, and desperately set it on my finger thus. He will fix his eyes unflinchingly upon what he is

doingjust as if he stood in battle before the enemy (though, in reality, very fond of me, of course), and

'If he's a sailor, he will take my finger and the ring in this way, and deck it out with a housewifely touch and a

tenderness of expression about his mouth, as sailors do: kiss it, perhaps, with a simple air, as if we were

children playing an idle game, and not at the very height of observation and envy by a great crowd saying,

Owen's footsteps rapidly ascending the stairs, interrupted this fancyfree meditation. Reproaching herself,

even angry with herself for allowing her mind to stray upon such subjects in the face of their present

Cytherea's interest to know how her brother had been received at Mr. Gradfield's broke forth into words at

once. Almost before they had sat down to table, she began crossexamining him in the regular sisterly way.

'Well, Owen, how has it been with you today? What is the place likedo you think you will like Mr

'O yes. But he has not been there today; I have only had the head draughtsman with me.'

Young women have a habit, not noticeable in men, of putting on at a moment's notice the drama of

whosoever's life they choose. Cytherea's interest was transferred from Mr. Gradfield to his representative.

'He seems a very nice fellow indeed; though of course I can hardly tell to a certainty as yet. But I think he's a

very worthy fellow; there's no nonsense in him, and though he is not a public school man he has read widely,

and has a sharp appreciation of what's good in books and art. In fact, his knowledge isn't nearly so exclusive

'That's a great deal to say of an architect, for of all professional men they are, as a rule, the most professional.'

'Yes; perhaps they are. This man is rather of a melancholy turn of mind, I think.'

'Has the managing clerk any family?' she mildly asked, after a while, pouring out some more tea.

'Why, of course he isn't married. But there happened to be a conversation about women going on in the

'What would he wish his wife to be like?' she said, with great apparent lack of interest.

'O, he says she must be girlish and artless: yet he would be loth to do without a dash of womanly subtlety, 'tis

so piquant. Yes, he said, that must be in her; she must have womanly cleverness. "And yet I should like her to

blush if only a cocksparrow were to look at her hard," he said, "which brings me back to the girl again: and

so I flit backwards and forwards. I must have what comes, I suppose," he said, "and whatever she may be,

thank God she's no worse. However, if he might give a final hint to Providence," he said, "a child among

As is well known, ideas are so elastic in a human brain, that they have no constant measure which may be

called their actual bulk. Any important idea may be compressed to a molecule by an unwonted crowding of

others; and any small idea will expand to whatever length and breadth of vacuum the mind may be able to

make over to it. Cytherea's world was tolerably vacant at this time, and the young architectural designer's

'His name is Springrove,' said Owen, in reply to her. 'He is a thorough artist, but a man of rather humble

origin, it seems, who has made himself so far. I think he is the son of a farmer, or something of the kind.'

'None the worse. As we come down the hill, we shall be continually meeting people going up.' But Owen had

'I can't exactly tell you his appearance: 'tis always such a difficult thing to do.'

'A man you would describe as short? Most men are those we should describe as short, I fancy.'

'I should call him, I think, of the middle height; but as I only see him sitting in the office, of course I am not

'Of course not, you are always so provoking. Owen, I saw a man in the street today whom I fancied was

heand yet, I don't see how it could be, either. He had light brown hair, a snub nose, very round face, and a

peculiar habit of reducing his eyes to straight lines when he looked narrowly at anything.'

'Not a bit. He has dark hairalmost a Grecian nose, regular teeth, and an intellectual face, as nearly as I can

'Ah, there now, Owen, you HAVE described him! But I suppose he's not generally called pleasing, or'

'YesO no, noI forgot: it is not. He is rather untidy in his waistcoat, and neckties, and hair.'

'He's a thorough bookwormdespises the papanddaisy school of verseknows Shakespeare to the very

'Ahno!' she said, and the forgotten disappointment which had showed itself in her face at different times

Another day passed away. On Thursday, without inquiry, she learnt more of the head draughtsman. He and

Graye had become very friendly, and he had been tempted to show her brother a copy of some poems of

hissome serious and sadsome humorouswhich had appeared in the poets' corner of a magazine from

time to time. Owen showed them now to Cytherea, who instantly began to read them carefully and to think

'No fool!I should think he isn't, indeed,' said Cytherea, looking up from the paper in quite an excitement:

'What logic are you chopping, Cytherea? Well, I don't mean on account of the verses, because I haven't read

them; but for what he said when the fellows were talking about falling in love.'

'He says that your true lover breathlessly finds himself engaged to a sweetheart, like a man who has caught

something in the dark. He doesn't know whether it is a bat or a bird, and takes it to the light when he is cool

to learn what it is. He looks to see if she is the right age, but right age or wrong age, he must consider her a

prize. Sometime later he ponders whether she is the right kind of prize for him. Right kind or wrong

kindhe has called her his, and must abide by it. After a time he asks himself, "Has she the temper, hair, and

eyes I meant to have, and was firmly resolved not to do without?" He finds it is all wrong, and then comes the

'There you are just wrong. He is not. He is, as I believe, an impulsive fellow who has been made to pay the

Thus ended the dialogue of Thursday, but Cytherea read the verses again in private. On Friday her brother

remarked that Springrove had informed him he was going to leave Mr. Gradfield's in a fortnight to push his

An indescribable feeling of sadness shot through Cytherea's heart. Why should she be sad at such an

announcement as that, she thought, concerning a man she had never seen, when her spirits were elastic

enough to rebound after hard blows from deep and real troubles as if she had scarcely known them? Though

she could not answer this question, she knew one thing, she was saddened by Owen's news.

A very popular local excursion by steamboat to Lulstead Cove was announced through the streets of

Budmouth one Thursday morning by the weakvoiced towncrier, to start at six o'clock the same day. The

weather was lovely, and the opportunity being the first of the kind offered to them, Owen and Cytherea went

They had reached the Cove, and had walked landward for nearly an hour over the hill which rose beside the

strand, when Graye recollected that two or three miles yet further inland from this spot was an interesting

mediaeval ruin. He was already familiar with its characteristics through the medium of an archaeological

work, and now finding himself so close to the reality, felt inclined to verify some theory he had formed

respecting it. Concluding that there would be just sufficient time for him to go there and return before the

boat had left the shore, he parted from Cytherea on the hill, struck downwards, and then up a heathery valley.

She remained on the summit where he had left her till the time of his expected return, scanning the details of

the prospect around. Placidly spread out before her on the south was the open Channel, reflecting a blue

intenser by many shades than that of the sky overhead, and dotted in the foreground by halfadozen small

craft of contrasting rig, their sails graduating in hue from extreme whiteness to reddish brown, the varying

actual colours varied again in a double degree by the rays of the declining sun.

Presently the distant bell from the boat was heard, warning the passengers to embark. This was followed by a

lively air from the harps and violins on board, their tones, as they arose, becoming intermingled with, though

not marred by, the brush of the waves when their crests rolled overat the point where the check of the

She turned her face landward and strained her eyes to discern, if possible, some sign of Owen's return.

Nothing was visible save the strikingly brilliant, still landscape. The wide concave which lay at the back of

the hill in this direction was blazing with the western light, adding an orange tint to the vivid purple of the

heather, now at the very climax of bloom, and free from the slightest touch of the invidious brown that so

soon creeps into its shades. The light so intensified the colours that they seemed to stand above the surface of

the earth and float in midair like an exhalation of red. In the minor valleys, between the hillocks and ridges

which diversified the contour of the basin, but did not disturb its general sweep, she marked brakes of tall,

heavystemmed ferns, five or six feet high, in a brilliant lightgreen dressa broad riband of them with the

path in their midst winding like a stream along the little ravine that reached to the foot of the hill, and

delivered up the path to its grassy area. Among the ferns grew holly bushes deeper in tint than any shadow

about them, whilst the whole surface of the scene was dimpled with small conical pits, and here and there

The last bell of the steamer rang. Cytherea had forgotten herself, and what she was looking for. In a fever of

distress lest Owen should be left behind, she gathered up in her hand the corners of her handkerchief,

containing specimens of the shells, plants, and fossils which the locality produced, started off to the sands,

and mingled with the knots of visitors there congregated from other interesting points around; from the inn,

the cottages, and hired conveyances that had returned from short drives inland. They all went aboard by the

primitive plan of a narrow plank on two wheels the women being assisted by a rope. Cytherea lingered till

the very last, reluctant to follow, and looking alternately at the boat and the valley behind. Her delay

provoked a remark from Captain Jacobs, a thickset man of hybrid stains, resulting from the mixed effects of

'Now then, missy, if you please. I am sorry to tell 'ee our time's up. Who are you looking for, miss?'

'My brotherhe has walked a short distance inland; he must be here directly. Could you wait for himjust a

'Really, I am afraid not, m'm.' Cytherea looked at the stout, roundfaced man, and at the vessel, with a light

in her eyes so expressive of her own opinion being the same, on reflection, as his, and with such resignation,

too, that, from an instinctive feeling of pride at being able to prove himself more humane than he was thought

to beworks of supererogation are the only sacrifices that entice in this wayand that at a very small cost,

'There, never mind,' said Cytherea decisively. 'Go on without meI shall wait for him.'

'Well, 'tis a very awkward thing to leave you here all alone,' said the captain. 'I certainly advise you not to

'Nohere he is!' Cytherea said, regarding, as she spoke, the half hidden figure of a man who was seen

advancing at a headlong pace down the ravine which lay between the heath and the shore.

'He can't get here in less than five minutes,' a passenger said. 'People should know what they are about, and

'You see, sir,' said the captain, in an apologetic undertone, 'since 'tis her brother, and she's all alone, 'tis only

nater to wait a minute, now he's in sight. Suppose, now, you were a young woman, as might be, and had a

brother, like this one, and you stood of an evening upon this here wild lonely shore, like her, why you'd want

The person so hastily approaching had been lost to view during this remark by reason of a hollow in the

ground, and the projecting cliff immediately at hand covered the path in its rise. His footsteps were now

heard striking sharply upon the flinty road at a distance of about twenty or thirty yards, but still behind the

'Noplease don't touch me,' said she, ascending cautiously by sliding one foot forward two or three inches,

bringing up the other behind it, and so on alternatelyher lips compressed by concentration on the feat, her

eyes glued to the plank, her hand to the rope, and her immediate thought to the fact of the distressing

narrowness of her footing. Steps now shook the lower end of the board, and in an instant were up to her heels

'O, Owen, I am so glad you are come!' she said without turning. 'Don't, don't shake the plank or touch me,

whatever you do. . . . There, I am up. Where have you been so long?' she continued, in a lower tone, turning

Raising her eyes from her feet, which, standing on the firm deck, demanded her attention no longer, she

acquired perceptions of the newcomer in the following order: unknown trousers; unknown waistcoat;

Off went the plank; the paddles started, stopped, backed, pattered in confusion, then revolved decisively, and

One or two persons had said, 'How d'ye do, Mr. Springrove?' and looked at Cytherea, to see how she bore her

disappointment. Her ears had but just caught the name of the head draughtsman, when she saw him

'Yes,' said Cytherea, colouring, and trying not to look guilty of a surreptitious knowledge of him.

'I am Mr. Springrove. I passed Corvsgate Castle about an hour ago, and soon afterwards met your brother

going that way. He had been deceived in the distance, and was about to turn without seeing the ruin, on

account of a lameness that had come on in his leg or foot. I proposed that he should go on, since he had got so

near; and afterwards, instead of walking back to the boat, get across to Anglebury Stationa shorter walk for

himwhere he could catch the late train, and go directly home. I could let you know what he had done, and

'O no; simply from overwalking himself. Still, it was just as well to ride home.'

Relieved from her apprehensions on Owen's score, she was able slightly to examine the appearance of her

informantEdward Springrovewho now removed his hat for a while, to cool himself. He was rather

above her brother's height. Although the upper part of his face and head was handsomely formed, and

bounded by lines of sufficiently masculine regularity, his brows were somewhat too softly arched, and finely

pencilled for one of his sex; without prejudice, however, to the belief which the sum total of his features

inspiredthat though they did not prove that the man who thought inside them would do much in the world,

men who had done most of all had had no better ones. Across his forehead, otherwise perfectly smooth, ran

one thin line, the healthy freshness of his remaining features expressing that it had come there prematurely.

Though some years short of the age at which the clear spirit bids goodbye to the last infirmity of noble

mind, and takes to house hunting and investments, he had reached the period in a young man's life when

episodic periods, with a hopeful birth and a disappointing death, have begun to accumulate, and to bear a fruit

of generalities; his glance sometimes seeming to state, 'I have already thought out the issue of such conditions

as these we are experiencing.' At other times he wore an abstracted look: 'I seem to have lived through this

He was carelessly dressed in dark grey, wearing a rolledup black kerchief as a neckcloth; the knot of

which was disarranged, and stood obliquelya deposit of white dust having lodged in the creases.

'I am sorry for your disappointment,' he continued, glancing into her face. Their eyes having met, became, as

it were, mutually locked together, and the single instant only which good breeding allows as the length of

such a look, became trebled: a clear penetrating ray of intelligence had shot from each into each, giving birth

to one of those unaccountable sensations which carry home to the heart before the hand has been touched or

the merest compliment passed, by something stronger than mathematical proof, the conviction, 'A tie has

Both faces also unconsciously stated that their owners had been much in each other's thoughts of late. Owen

had talked to the young architect of his sister as freely as to Cytherea of the young architect.

A conversation began, which was none the less interesting to the parties engaged because it consisted only of

the most trivial and commonplace remarks. Then the band of harps and violins struck up a lively melody, and

the deck was cleared for dancing; the sun dipping beneath the horizon during the proceeding, and the moon

showing herself at their stern. The sea was so calm, that the soft hiss produced by the bursting of the

innumerable bubbles of foam behind the paddles could be distinctly heard. The passengers who did not

dance, including Cytherea and Springrove, lapsed into silence, leaning against the paddleboxes, or standing

aloofnoticing the trembling of the deck to the steps of the dancewatching the waves from the paddles as

Night had quite closed in by the time they reached Budmouth harbour, sparkling with its white, red, and

green lights in opposition to the shimmering path of the moon's reflection on the other side, which reached

away to the horizon till the flecked ripples reduced themselves to sparkles as fine as gold dust.

'I will walk to the station and find out the exact time the train arrives,' said Springrove, rather eagerly, when

'Perhaps we might walk together,' he suggested hesitatingly. She looked as if she did not quite know, and he

They found, on arriving there, that on the first day of that month the particular train selected for Graye's

'Well, it's sure to be all righthe will sleep there, and come by the first in the morning. But what will you do,

'I am quite easy on that point; the landlady is very friendly. I must go indoors now. Goodnight, Mr.

He looked at her as a waiter looks at the change he brings back. But she was inexorable.

'Perhaps you never will againI am going away,' she replied in lingering tones; and turning into Cross

The sudden withdrawal of what was superfluous at first, is often felt as an essential loss. It was felt now with

regard to the maiden. More, too, after a meeting so pleasant and so enkindling, she had seemed to imply that

The young man softly followed her, stood opposite the house and watched her come into the upper room with

the light. Presently his gaze was cut short by her approaching the window and pulling down the

blindEdward dwelling upon her vanishing figure with a hopeless sense of loss akin to that which Adam is

said by logicians to have felt when he first saw the sun set, and thought, in his inexperience, that it would

He waited till her shadow had twice crossed the window, when, finding the charming outline was not to be

expected again, he left the street, crossed the harbourbridge, and entered his own solitary chamber on the

But things are not what they seem. A responsive love for Edward Springrove had made its appearance in

Cytherea's bosom with all the fascinating attributes of a first experience, not succeeding to or displacing other

emotions, as in older hearts, but taking up entirely new ground; as when gazing just after sunset at the pale

His parting words, 'Don't forget me,' she repeated to herself a hundred times, and though she thought their

import was probably commonplace, she could not help toying with them,looking at them from all points,

and investing them with meanings of love and faithfulness,ostensibly entertaining such meanings only as

fables wherewith to pass the time, yet in her heart admitting, for detached instants, a possibility of their

deeper truth. And thus, for hours after he had left her, her reason flirted with her fancy as a kitten will sport

with a dove, pleasantly and smoothly through easy attitudes, but disclosing its cruel and unyielding nature at

To turn now to the more material media through which this story moves, it so happened that the very next

morning brought round a circumstance which, slight in itself, took up a relevant and important position

At breakfast time, just as Cytherea had again seen the postman pass without bringing her an answer to the

'Well,' he said, kissing her, 'you have not been alarmed, of course. Springrove told you what I had done, and

'I don't knownothing. It has quite gone off now . . . Cytherea, I hope you like Springrove. Springrove's a

'It happened just to the purpose that I should meet him there, didn't it? And when I reached the station and

learnt that I could not get on by train my foot seemed better. I started off to walk home, and went about five

miles along a path beside the railway. It then struck me that I might not be fit for anything today if I walked

and aggravated the bothering foot, so I looked for a place to sleep at. There was no available village or inn,

and I eventually got the keeper of a gatehouse, where a lane crossed the line, to take me in.'

'You didn't get much sleep at the gatehouse last night, I'm afraid, Owen,' said his sister.

'To tell the truth, I didn't. I was in such very close and narrow quarters. Those gatehouses are such small

places, and the man had only his own bed to offer me. Ah, bythebye, Cythie, I have such an extraordinary

thing to tell you in connection with this man!by Jove, I had nearly forgotten it! But I'll go straight on. As I

was saying, he had only his own bed to offer me, but I could not afford to be fastidious, and as he had a

hearty manner, though a very queer one, I agreed to accept it, and he made a rough pallet for himself on the

floor close beside me. Well, I could not sleep for my life, and I wished I had not stayed there, though I was so

tired. For one thing, there were the luggage trains rattling by at my elbow the early part of the night. But

worse than this, he talked continually in his sleep, and occasionally struck out with his limbs at something or

another, knocking against the post of the bedstead and making it tremble. My condition was altogether so

unsatisfactory that at last I awoke him, and asked him what he had been dreaming about for the previous

hour, for I could get no sleep at all. He begged my pardon for disturbing me, but a name I had casually let fall

that evening had led him to think of another stranger he had once had visit him, who had also accidentally

mentioned the same name, and some very strange incidents connected with that meeting. The affair had

occurred years and years ago; but what I had said had made him think and dream about it as if it were but

yesterday. What was the word? I said. "Cytherea," he said. What was the story? I asked then. He then told me

that when he was a young man in London he borrowed a few pounds to add to a few he had saved up, and

opened a little inn at Hammersmith. One evening, after the inn had been open about a couple of months,

every idler in the neighbourhood ran off to Westminster. The Houses of Parliament were on fire.

'Not a soul remained in his parlour besides himself, and he began picking up the pipes and glasses his

customers had hastily relinquished. At length a young lady about seventeen or eighteen came in. She asked if

a woman was there waiting for herselfMiss Jane Taylor. He said no; asked the young lady if she would

wait, and showed her into the small inner room. There was a glasspane in the partition dividing this room

from the bar to enable the landlord to see if his visitors, who sat there, wanted anything. A curious

awkwardness and melancholy about the behaviour of the girl who called, caused my informant to look

frequently at her through the partition. She seemed weary of her life, and sat with her face buried in her

hands, evidently quite out of her element in such a house. Then a woman much older came in and greeted

Miss Taylor by name. The man distinctly heard the following words pass between them:

'At this announcement from the elderly woman, the young lady fell to the floor in a swoon, apparently

overcome by the news. The landlord ran in and lifted her up. Well, do what they would they could not for a

long time bring her back to consciousness, and began to be much alarmed. "Who is she?" the innkeeper said

to the other woman. "I know her," the other said, with deep meaning in her tone. The elderly and young

'She now showed signs of life, and it struck him (he was plainly of an inquisitive turn), that in her

halfbewildered state he might get some information from her. He stooped over her, put his mouth to her ear,

and said sharply, "What's your name?" "To catch a woman napping is difficult, even when she's half dead;

but I did it," says the gatekeeper. When he asked her her name, she said immediately

'Yesyour name. Well, the gateman thought at the time it might be equally with Jane a name she had

invented for the occasion, that they might not trace her; but I think it was truth unconsciously uttered, for she

added directly afterwards: "O, what have I said!" and was quite overcome againthis time with fright. Her

vexation that the woman now doubted the genuineness of her other name was very much greater than that the

innkeeper did, and it is evident that to blind the woman was her main object. He also learnt from words the

elderly woman casually dropped, that meetings of the same kind had been held before, and that the falseness

of the soidisant Miss Jane Taylor's name had never been suspected by this dependent or confederate till

'She recovered, rested there for an hour, and first sending off her companion peremptorily (which was another

odd thing), she left the house, offering the landlord all the money she had to say nothing about the

circumstance. He has never seen her since, according to his own account. I said to him again and again, "Did

you find any more particulars afterwards?" "Not a syllable," he said. O, he should never hear any more of

that! too many years had passed since it happened. "At any rate, you found out her surname?" I said. "Well,

well, that's my secret," he went on. "Perhaps I should never have been in this part of the world if it hadn't

been for that. I failed as a publican, you know." I imagine the situation of gateman was given him and his

debts paid off as a bribe to silence; but I can't say. "Ah, yes!" he said, with a long breath. "I have never heard

that name mentioned since that time till tonight, and then there instantly rose to my eyes the vision of that

young lady lying in a fainting fit." He then stopped talking and fell asleep. Telling the story must have

relieved him as it did the Ancient Mariner, for he did not move a muscle or make another sound for the

'Why should she have said your most uncommon name?' continued Owen. 'The man was evidently truthful,

for there was not motive sufficient for his invention of such a tale, and he could not have done it either.'

Cytherea looked long at her brother. 'Don't you recognize anything else in connection with the story?' she

'Do you remember what poor papa once let dropthat Cytherea was the name of his first sweetheart in

Bloomsbury, who so mysteriously renounced him? A sort of intuition tells me that this was the same woman.'

'How not likely, Owen? There's not another woman of the name in England. In what year used papa to say the

'And when were the Houses of Parliament burnt?stop, I can tell you.' She searched their little stock of

'The Houses of Parliament were burnt down in the evening of the sixteenth of October, eighteen hundred and

They were silent. 'If papa had been alive, what a wonderful absorbing interest this story would have had for

him,' said Cytherea byandby. 'And how strangely knowledge comes to us. We might have searched for a

clue to her secret half the world over, and never found one. If we had really had any motive for trying to

discover more of the sad history than papa told us, we should have gone to Bloomsbury; but not caring to do

so, we go two hundred miles in the opposite direction, and there find information waiting to be told us. What

'Heaven knows. But our having heard a little more of her in this way (if she is the same woman) is a mere

coincidence after alla family story to tell our friends if we ever have any. But we shall never know any

'There was no answer this morning to your advertisement, Cytherea?' he continued.

'Fancy not getting a single one,' she said sadly. 'Surely there must be people somewhere who want

'Yes; but those who want them, and can afford to have them, get them mostly by friends' recommendations;

whilst those who want them, and can't afford to have them, make use of their poor relations.'

'Never mind it. Go on living with me. Don't let the difficulty trouble your mind so; you think about it all day.

I can keep you, Cythie, in a plain way of living. Twentyfive shillings a week do not amount to much truly;

but then many mechanics have no more, and we live quite as sparingly as journeymen mechanics. . . It is a

meagre narrow life we are drifting into,' he added gloomily, 'but it is a degree more tolerable than the

worrying sensation of all the world being ashamed of you, which we experienced at Hocbridge.'

'Nor I. O, I don't regret our course for a moment. We did quite right in dropping out of the world.' The

sneering tones of the remark were almost too laboured to be real. 'Besides,' he continued, 'something better

for me is sure to turn up soon. I wish my engagement here was a permanent one instead of for only two

'I wish I could get something to do; and I must too,' she said firmly. 'Suppose, as is very probable, you are not

wanted after the beginning of Octoberthe time Mr. Gradfield mentionedwhat should we do if I were

They pondered on numerous schemes by which a young lady might be supposed to earn a decent

livelihoodmore or less convenient and feasible in imagination, but relinquished them all until advertising

had been once more tried, this time taking lower ground. Cytherea was vexed at her temerity in having

represented to the world that so inexperienced a being as herself was a qualified governess; and had a fancy

that this presumption of hers might be one reason why no ladies applied. The new and humbler attempt

'NURSERY GOVERNESS OR USEFUL COMPANION. A young person wishes to hear of a situation in

either of the above capacities. Salary very moderate. She is a good needlewomanAddress G., 3 Cross

In the evening they went to post the letter, and then walked up and down the Parade for a while. Soon they

met Springrove, said a few words to him, and passed on. Owen noticed that his sister's face had become

crimson. Rather oddly they met Springrove again in a few minutes. This time the three walked a little way

together, Edward ostensibly talking to Owen, though with a single thought to the reception of his words by

the maiden at the farther side, upon whom his gaze was mostly resting, and who was attentively listening

looking fixedly upon the pavement the while. It has been said that men love with their eyes; women with

As Owen and himself were little more than acquaintances as yet, and as Springrove was wanting in the

assurance of many men of his age, it now became necessary to wish his friends goodevening, or to find a

reason for continuing near Cytherea by saying some nice new thing. He thought of a new thing; he proposed

a pull across the bay. This was assented to. They went to the pier; stepped into one of the gaily painted boats

They rowed that evening; the next came, and with it the necessity of rowing again. Then the next, and the

next, Cytherea always sitting in the stern with the tiller ropes in her hand. The curves of her figure welded

with those of the fragile boat in perfect continuation, as she girlishly yielded herself to its heaving and

Then Owen was inclined to test his skill in paddling a canoe. Edward did not like canoes, and the issue was,

that, having seen Owen on board, Springrove proposed to pull off after him with a pair of sculls; but not

considering himself sufficiently accomplished to do finished rowing before a parade full of promenaders

when there was a little swell on, and with the rudder unshipped in addition, he begged that Cytherea might

come with him and steer as before. She stepped in, and they floated along in the wake of her brother. Thus

But the sympathetic pair were thrown into still closer companionship, and much more exclusive connection.

It was a sad time for Cythereathe last day of Springrove's management at Gradfield's, and the last evening

before his return from Budmouth to his father's house, previous to his departure for London.

Graye had been requested by the architect to survey a plot of land nearly twenty miles off, which, with the

journey to and fro, would occupy him the whole day, and prevent his returning till late in the evening.

Cytherea made a companion of her landlady to the extent of sharing meals and sitting with her during the

morning of her brother's absence. Midday found her restless and miserable under this arrangement. All the

afternoon she sat alone, looking out of the window for she scarcely knew whom, and hoping she scarcely

knew what. Halfpast five o'clock camethe end of Springrove's official day. Two minutes later Springrove

She endured her solitude for another halfhour, and then could endure no longer. She had hopedwhile

affecting to fearthat Edward would have found some reason or other for calling, but it seemed that he had

not. Hastily dressing herself she went out, when the farce of an accidental meeting was repeated. Edward

came upon her in the street at the first turning, and, like the Great Duke Ferdinand in 'The Statue and the

'He looked at her as a lover can; She looked at him as one who awakes The past was a sleep, and her life

How blissful it all is at first. Perhaps, indeed, the only bliss in the course of love which can truly be called

Edenlike is that which prevails immediately after doubt has ended and before reflection has set inat the

dawn of the emotion, when it is not recognized by name, and before the consideration of what this love is, has

given birth to the consideration of what difficulties it tends to create; when on the man's part, the mistress

appears to the mind's eye in picturesque, hazy, and fresh morning lights, and soft morning shadows; when, as

yet, she is known only as the wearer of one dress, which shares her own personality; as the stander in one

special position, the giver of one bright particular glance, and the speaker of one tender sentence; when, on

her part, she is timidly careful over what she says and does, lest she should be misconstrued or underrated to

'Shall we have a boat?' he said again, more softly, seeing that to his first question she had not answered, but

looked uncertainly at the ground, then almost, but not quite, in his face, blushed a series of minute blushes,

left off in the midst of them, and showed the usual signs of perplexity in a matter of the emotions.

Owen had always been with her before, but there was now a force of habit in the proceeding, and with

Arcadian innocence she assumed that a row on the water was, under any circumstances, a natural thing.

Without another word being spoken on either side, they went down the steps. He carefully handed her in,

They thus sat facing each other in the graceful yellow cockleshell, and his eyes frequently found a

restingplace in the depths of hers. The boat was so small that at each return of the sculls, when his hands

came forward to begin the pull, they approached so near to her that her vivid imagination began to thrill her

with a fancy that he was going to clasp his arms round her. The sensation grew so strong that she could not

run the risk of again meeting his eyes at those critical moments, and turned aside to inspect the distant

horizon; then she grew weary of looking sideways, and was driven to return to her natural position again. At

this instant he again leant forward to begin, and met her glance by an ardent fixed gaze. An involuntary

impulse of girlish embarrassment caused her to give a vehement pull at the tillerrope, which brought the

His eyes, which had dwelt upon her form during the whole time of her look askance, now left her; he

'Why, you have completely turned the boat, Miss Graye?' he said, looking over his shoulder. 'Look at our

track on the watera great semicircle, preceded by a series of zigzags as far as we can see.'

She looked attentively. 'Is it my fault or yours?' she inquired. 'Mine, I suppose?'

She dropped the ropes decisively, feeling the slightest twinge of vexation at the answer.

'I fear what the people will think of usgoing in such absurd directions, and all through my wretched

'Never mind what the people think.' A pause. 'You surely are not so weak as to mind what the people think on

Those words might almost be called too firm and hard to be given by him to her; but never mind. For almost

the first time in her life she felt the charming sensation, although on such an insignificant subject, of being

compelled into an opinion by a man she loved. Owen, though less yielding physically, and more practical,

would not have had the intellectual independence to answer a woman thus. She replied quietly and

'I'll unship the tiller that you may have nothing to do going back but to hold your parasol,' he continued, and

arose to perform the operation, necessarily leaning closely against her, to guard against the risk of capsizing

the boat as he reached his hands astern. His warm breath touched and crept round her face like a caress; but

he was apparently only concerned with his task. She looked guilty of something when he seated himself. He

read in her face what that something wasshe had experienced a pleasure from his touch. But he flung a

practical glance over his shoulder, seized the oars, and they sped in a straight line towards the shore.

Cytherea saw that he noted in her face what had passed in her heart, and that noting it, he continued as

decided as before. She was inwardly distressed. She had not meant him to translate her words about returning

home so literally at the first; she had not intended him to learn her secret; but more than all she was not able

There was nothing but misery to come now. They would step ashore; he would say goodnight, go to London

tomorrow, and the miserable She would lose him for ever. She did not quite suppose what was the fact, that

They were now within ten yards, now within five; he was only now waiting for a 'smooth' to bring the boat

in. Sweet, sweet Love must not be slain thus, was the fair maid's reasoning. She was equal to the

'Do you want very much to land, Mr. Springrove?' she said, letting her young violet eyes pine at him a very,

'I? Not at all,' said he, looking an astonishment at her inquiry which a slight twinkle of his eye half belied.

'I think that now we have come out, and it is such a pleasant evening,' she said gently and sweetly, 'I should

like a little longer row if you don't mind? I'll try to steer better than before if it makes it easier for you. I'll try

It was the turn of his face to tell a tale now. He looked, 'We understand each otherah, we do, darling!'

'Now steer wherever you will,' he said, in a low voice. 'Never mind the directness of the coursewherever

'Shall it be Creston Shore?' she said, pointing to a stretch of beach northward from Budmouth Esplanade.

'Creston Shore certainly,' he responded, grasping the sculls. She took the strings daintily, and they wound

For a long time nothing was audible in the boat but the regular dip of the oars, and their movement in the

'Why not? Architecture is a bewitching profession. They say that an architect's work is another man's play.'

'Yes. But worldly advantage from an art doesn't depend upon mastering it. I used to think it did; but it doesn't.

'A certain kind of energy which men with any fondness for art possess very seldom indeedan earnestness

in making acquaintances, and a love for using them. They give their whole attention to the art of dining out,

after mastering a few rudimentary facts to serve up in conversation. Now after saying that, do I seem a man

'To give too much room to the latent feeling which is rather common in these days among the unappreciated,

that because some remarkably successful men are fools, all remarkably unsuccessful men are geniuses.'

'Pretty subtle for a young lady,' he said slowly. 'From that remark I should fancy you had bought experience.'

She passed over the idea. 'Do try to succeed,' she said, with wistful thoughtfulness, leaving her eyes on him.

Springrove flushed a little at the earnestness of her words, and mused. 'Then, like Cato the Censor, I shall do

what I despise, to be in the fashion,' he said at last. . . 'Well, when I found all this out that I was speaking of,

what ever do you think I did? From having already loved verse passionately, I went on to read it continually;

then I went rhyming myself. If anything on earth ruins a man for useful occupation, and for content with

reasonable success in a profession or trade, it is the habit of writing verses on emotional subjects, which had

'None. Poetical days are getting past with me, according to the usual rule. Writing rhymes is a stage people of

my sort pass through, as they pass through the stage of shaving for a beard, or thinking they are illused, or

'Then the difference between a common man and a recognized poet is, that one has been deluded, and cured

'Well, there's just enough truth in what you say, to make the remark unbearable. However, it doesn't matter to

me now that I "meditate the thankless Muse" no longer, but. . .' He paused, as if endeavouring to think what

Cytherea's mind ran on to the succeeding lines of the poem, and their startling harmony with the present

situation suggested the fancy that he was 'sporting' with her, and brought an awkward contemplativeness to

Springrove guessed her thoughts, and in answer to them simply said 'Yes.' Then they were silent again.

'If I had known an Amaryllis was coming here, I should not have made arrangements for leaving,' he

Such levity, superimposed on the notion of 'sport', was intolerable to Cytherea; for a woman seems never to

see any but the serious side of her attachment, though the most devoted lover has all the time a vague and dim

'But will you not try again to get on in your profession? Try once more; do try once more,' she murmured. 'I

'Of course I will,' he said, with an eager gesture and smile. 'But we must remember that the fame of

Christopher Wren himself depended upon the accident of a fire in Pudding Lane. My successes seem to come

very slowly. I often think, that before I am ready to live, it will be time for me to die. However, I am

It is a melancholy truth for the middle classes, that in proportion as they develop, by the study of poetry and

art, their capacity for conjugal love of the highest and purest kind, they limit the possibility of their being able

to exercise itthe very act putting out of their power the attainment of means sufficient for marriage. The

man who works up a good income has had no time to learn love to its solemn extreme; the man who has

'And if you should failutterly fail to get that reasonable wealth,' she said earnestly, 'don't be perturbed. The

'Unknown,' he said, 'if their ideas have been allowed to flow with a sympathetic breadth. Famous only if they

'Yes; and I am afraid from that, that my remark was but discouragement, wearing the dress of comfort.

'It depends entirely upon what is meant by being truly great. But the long and the short of the matter is, that

men must stick to a thing if they want to succeed in itnot giving way to overmuch admiration for the

flowers they see growing in other people's borders; which I am afraid has been my case.' He looked into the

Adherence to a course with persistence sufficient to ensure success is possible to widely appreciative minds

only when there is also found in them a powercommonplace in its nature, but rare in such

combinationthe power of assuming to conviction that in the outlying paths which appear so much more

brilliant than their own, there are bitternesses equally greatunperceived simply on account of their

They were opposite Ringsworth Shore. The cliffs here were formed of strata completely contrasting with

those of the further side of the Bay, whilst in and beneath the water hard boulders had taken the place of sand

and shingle, between which, however, the sea glided noiselessly, without breaking the crest of a single wave,

so strikingly calm was the air. The breeze had entirely died away, leaving the water of that rare glassy

smoothness which is unmarked even by the small dimples of the least aerial movement. Purples and blues of

divers shades were reflected from this mirror accordingly as each undulation sloped east or west. They could

see the rocky bottom some twenty feet beneath them, luxuriant with weeds of various growths, and dotted

with pulpy creatures reflecting a silvery and spangled radiance upwards to their eyes.

At length she looked at him to learn the effect of her words of encouragement. He had let the oars drift

alongside, and the boat had come to a standstill. Everything on earth seemed taking a contemplative rest, as if

waiting to hear the avowal of something from his lips. At that instant he appeared to break a resolution

hitherto zealously kept. Leaving his seat amidships he came and gently edged himself down beside her upon

She breathed more quickly and warmly: he took her right hand in his own right: it was not withdrawn. He put

his left hand behind her neck till it came round upon her left cheek: it was not thrust away. Lightly pressing

her, he brought her face and mouth towards his own; when, at this the very brink, some unaccountable

thought or spell within him suddenly made him halteven now, and as it seemed as much to himself as to

Her endeavour was to say No, so denuded of its flesh and sinews that its nature would hardly be recognized,

or in other words a No from so near the affirmative frontier as to be affected with the Yes accent. It was thus

a whispered No, drawn out to nearly a quarter of a minute's length, the O making itself audible as a sound

like the spring coo of a pigeon on unusually friendly terms with its mate. Though conscious of her success in

producing the kind of word she had wished to produce, she at the same time trembled in suspense as to how it

would be taken. But the time available for doubt was so short as to admit of scarcely more than half a

pulsation: pressing closer he kissed her. Then he kissed her again with a longer kiss.

It was the supremely happy moment of their experience. The 'bloom' and the 'purple light' were strong on the

lineaments of both. Their hearts could hardly believe the evidence of their lips.

She did not deny it; and all seemed well. The gentle sounds around them from the hills, the plains, the distant

town, the adjacent shore, the water heaving at their side, the kiss, and the long kiss, were all 'many a voice of

But his mind flew back to the same unpleasant thought which had been connected with the resolution he had

broken a minute or two earlier. 'I could be a slave at my profession to win you, Cytherea; I would work at the

meanest, honest trade to be near youmuch less claim you as mine; I wouldanything. But I have not told

you all; it is not this; you don't know what there is yet to tell. Could you forgive as you can love?' She was

'Nodo not speak,' he said. 'I have kept something from you, which has now become the cause of a great

'Something forbade metill the kissyes, till the kiss came; and now nothing shall forbid it! We'll hope in

spite of all. . . I must, however, speak of this love of ours to your brother. Dearest, you had better go indoors

Cytherea's shortlived bliss was dead and gone. O, if she had known of this sequel would she have allowed

'Will you not explain to me?' she faintly urged. Doubtindefinite, carking doubt had taken possession of her.

'Not now. You alarm yourself unnecessarily,' he said tenderly. 'My only reason for keeping silence is that

with my present knowledge I may tell an untrue story. It may be that there is nothing to tell. I am to blame for

haste in alluding to any such thing. Forgive me, sweetforgive me.' Her heart was ready to burst, and she

They again made for the distant Esplanade, now, with its line of houses, lying like a dark grey band against

the light western sky. The sun had set, and a star or two began to peep out. They drew nearer their

destination, Edward as he pulled tracing listlessly with his eyes the red stripes upon her scarf, which grew to

appear as black ones in the increasing dusk of evening. She surveyed the long line of lamps on the seawall

of the town, now looking small and yellow, and seeming to send long taproots of fire quivering down deep

into the sea. Byandby they reached the landingsteps. He took her hand as before, and found it as cold as

the water about them. It was not relinquished till he reached her door. His assurance had not removed the

constraint of her manner: he saw that she blamed him mutely and with her eyes, like a captured sparrow. Left

Neither could she go indoors to her solitary room, feeling as she did in such a state of desperate heaviness.

When Springrove was out of sight she turned back, and arrived at the corner just in time to see him sit down.

Then she glided pensively along the pavement behind him, forgetting herself to marble like Melancholy

herself as she mused in his neighbourhood unseen. She heard, without heeding, the notes of pianos and

singing voices from the fashionable houses at her back, from the open windows of which the lamplight

streamed to join that of the orangehued full moon, newly risen over the Bay in front. Then Edward began to

pace up and down, and Cytherea, fearing that he would notice her, hastened homeward, flinging him a last

look as she passed out of sight. No promise from him to write: no request that she herself would do

sonothing but an indefinite expression of hope in the face of some fear unknown to her. Alas, alas!

When Owen returned he found she was not in the small sittingroom, and creeping upstairs into her bedroom

with a light, he discovered her there lying asleep upon the coverlet of the bed, still with her hat and jacket on.

She had flung herself down on entering, and succumbed to the unwonted oppressiveness that ever attends

full blown love. The wet traces of tears were yet visible upon her long drooping lashes.

'Love is a sowre delight, and sugred griefe, A living death, and everdying life.'

'Cytherea,' he whispered, kissing her. She awoke with a start, and vented an exclamation before recovering

'He has told me all,' said Graye soothingly. 'He is going off early tomorrow morning. 'Twas a shame of him

to win you away from me, and cruel of you to keep the growth of this attachment a secret.'

'We couldn't help it,' she said, and then jumping up'Owen, has he told you ALL?'

Edward then had not told moreas he ought to have done: yet she could not convict him. But she would

struggle against his fetters. She tingled to the very soles of her feet at the very possibility that he might be

'Owen,' she continued, with dignity, 'what is he to me? Nothing. I must dismiss such weakness as

thisbelieve me, I will. Something far more pressing must drive it away. I have been looking my position

steadily in the face, and I must get a living somehow. I mean to advertise once more.'

'This one will be.' He looked surprised at the sanguine tone of her answer, till she took a piece of paper from

the table and showed it him. 'See what I am going to do,' she said sadly, almost bitterly. This was her third

OwenOwen the respectablelooked blank astonishment. He repeated in a nameless, varying tone, the two

'Nonsense! I maintain that it is no disgrace!' she said, rather warmly. 'You know very well'

'Well, since you will, you must,' he interrupted. 'Why do you put "inexperienced?"'

'Never mind thatscratch out "inexperienced." We are poor, Cytherea, aren't we?' he murmured, after a

'We can put up with being poor,' she said, 'if they only give us work to do. . . . Yes, we desire as a blessing

what was given us as a curse, and even that is denied. However, be cheerful, Owen, and never mind!'

In justice to desponding men, it is as well to remember that the brighter endurance of women at these

epochsinvaluable, sweet, angelic, as it isowes more of its origin to a narrower vision that shuts out

many of the leadeneyed despairs in the van, than to a hopefulness intense enough to quell them.

The early part of the next week brought an answer to Cytherea's last note of hope in the way of

advertisementnot from a distance of hundreds of miles, London, Scotland, Ireland, the Continentas

Cytherea seemed to think it must, to be in keeping with the means adopted for obtaining it, but from a place

in the neighbourhood of that in which she was livinga country mansion not twenty miles off. The reply ran

'Miss Aldclyffe is in want of a young person as lady'smaid. The duties of the place are light. Miss Aldclyffe

will be in Budmouth on Thursday, when (should G. still not have heard of a place) she would like to see her

at the Belvedere Hotel, Esplanade, at four o'clock. No answer need be returned to this note.'

A little earlier than the time named, Cytherea, clothed in a modest bonnet, and a black silk jacket, turned

down to the hotel. Expectation, the fresh air from the water, the bright, farextending outlook, raised the most

delicate of pink colours to her cheeks, and restored to her tread a portion of that elasticity which her past

'Is Miss Aldclyffe here?' she said to a nicelydressed barmaid in the foreground, who was talking to a

'No, she isn't,' said the barmaid, not very civilly. Cytherea looked a shade too pretty for a plain dresser.

'Miss Aldclyffe is expected here,' the landlady said to a third person, out of sight, in the tone of one who had

known for several days the fact newly discovered from Cytherea. 'Get ready her room be quick.' From the

alacrity with which the order was given and taken, it seemed to Cytherea that Miss Aldclyffe must be a

'The young person had better wait,' continued the landlady. With a moneytaker's intuition she had rightly

Cytherea was shown into a nondescript chamber, on the shady side of the building, which appeared to be

either bedroom or dayroom, as occasion necessitated, and was one of a suite at the end of the firstfloor

corridor. The prevailing colour of the walls, curtains, carpet, and coverings of furniture, was more or less

blue, to which the cold light coming from the north easterly sky, and falling on a wide roof of new

slatesthe only object the small window commanded imparted a more striking paleness. But underneath

the door, communicating with the next room of the suite, gleamed an infinitesimally small, yet very powerful,

fraction of contrasta very thin line of ruddy light, showing that the sun beamed strongly into this room

adjoining. The line of radiance was the only cheering thing visible in the place.

People give way to very infantine thoughts and actions when they wait; the battlefield of life is temporarily

fenced off by a hard and fast linethe interview. Cytherea fixed her eyes idly upon the streak, and began

picturing a wonderful paradise on the other side as the source of such a beamreminding her of the

Whilst she watched the particles of dust floating before the brilliant chink she heard a carriage and horses

stop opposite the front of the house. Afterwards came the rustle of a lady's skirts down the corridor, and into

The golden line vanished in parts like the phosphorescent streak caused by the striking of a match; there was

the fall of a light footstep on the floor just behind it: then a pause. Then the foot tapped impatiently, and

Cytherea had risen, and she advanced to the middle door with the chink under it as the servant retired. She

had just laid her hand on the knob, when it slipped round within her fingers, and the door was pulled open

The direct blaze of the afternoon sun, partly refracted through the crimson curtains of the window, and

heightened by reflections from the crimsonflock paper which covered the walls, and a carpet on the floor of

the same tint, shone with a burning glow round the form of a lady standing close to Cytherea's front with the

door in her hand. The stranger appeared to the maiden's eyesfresh from the blue gloom, and assisted by an

imagination fresh from naturelike a tall black figure standing in the midst of fire. It was the figure of a

Cytherea involuntarily shaded her eyes with her hand, retreated a step or two, and then she could for the first

time see Miss Aldclyffe's face in addition to her outline, lit up by the secondary and softer light that was

reflected from the varnished panels of the door. She was not a very young woman, but could boast of much

'O,' said the lady, 'come this way.' Cytherea followed her to the embrasure of the window.

Both the women showed off themselves to advantage as they walked forward in the orange light; and each

showed too in her face that she had been struck with her companion's appearance. The warm tint added to

Cytherea's face a voluptuousness which youth and a simple life had not yet allowed to express itself there

ordinarily; whilst in the elder lady's face it reduced the customary expression, which might have been called

sternness, if not harshness, to grandeur, and warmed her decaying complexion with much of the youthful

She appeared now no more than fiveandthirty, though she might easily have been ten or a dozen years

older. She had clear steady eyes, a Roman nose in its purest form, and also the round prominent chin with

which the Caesars are represented in ancient marbles; a mouth expressing a capability for and tendency to

strong emotion, habitually controlled by pride. There was a severity about the lower outlines of the face

which gave a masculine cast to this portion of her countenance. Womanly weakness was nowhere visible

save in one partthe curve of her forehead and browsthere it was clear and emphatic. She wore a lace

shawl over a brown silk dress, and a net bonnet set with a few blue cornflowers.

'You inserted the advertisement for a situation as lady'smaid giving the address, G., Cross Street?'

'Yes. I have heard your nameMrs. Morris, my housekeeper, mentioned you, and pointed out your

'Never been out? I thought too at sight of you that you were too girlishlooking to have done much. But why

'I am very sorry: I put "inexperienced" at first, but my brother said it is absurd to trumpet your own weakness

Miss Aldclyffe showed her surprise. 'You deserve forgiveness then at any rate, child,' she said, in a sort of

drilykind tone. 'However, I am afraid you do not suit me, as I am looking for an elderly person. You see, I

want an experienced maid who knows all the usual duties of the office.' She was going to add, 'Though I like

your appearance,' but the words seemed offensive to apply to the ladylike girl before her, and she modified

Cytherea turned away towards the door. The movement chanced to be one of her masterpieces. It was precise:

it had as much beauty as was compatible with precision, and as little coquettishness as was compatible with

And she had in turning looked over her shoulder at the other lady with a faint accent of reproach in her face.

Those who remember Greuze's 'Head of a Girl,' have an idea of Cytherea's look askance at the turning. It is

not for a man to tell fishers of men how to set out their fascinations so as to bring about the highest possible

average of takes within the year: but the action that tugs the hardest of all at an emotional beholder is this

Now Miss Aldclyffe herself was no tyro at wheeling. When Cytherea had closed the door upon her, she

remained for some time in her motionless attitude, listening to the gradually dying sound of the maiden's

retreating footsteps. She murmured to herself, 'It is almost worth while to be bored with instructing her in

order to have a creature who could glide round my luxurious indolent body in that manner, and look at me in

that wayI warrant how light her fingers are upon one's head and neck. . . . What a silly modest young thing

'Ask the young lady who has just left me to step back again,' she said to the attendant. 'Quick! or she will be

Cytherea was now in the vestibule, thinking that if she had told her history, Miss Aldclyffe might perhaps

have taken her into the household; yet her history she particularly wished to conceal from a stranger. When

she was recalled she turned back without feeling much surprise. Something, she knew not what, told her she

'You have somebody to refer me to, of course,' the lady said, when Cytherea had reentered the room.

'Then I think that at any rate I will write to Mr. Thorn,' said Miss Aldclyffe, with a little smile. 'It is true, the

whole proceeding is very irregular; but my present maid leaves next Monday, and neither of the five I have

already seen seem to do for me. . . . Well, I will write to Mr. Thorn, and if his reply is satisfactory, you shall

hear from me. It will be as well to set yourself in readiness to come on Monday.'

When Cytherea had again been watched out of the room, Miss Aldclyffe asked for writing materials, that she

might at once communicate with Mr. Thorn. She indecisively played with the pen. 'Suppose Mr. Thorn's

reply to be in any way dishearteningand even if so from his own imperfect acquaintance with the young

creature more than from circumstantial knowledgeI shall feel obliged to give her up. Then I shall regret

that I did not give her one trial in spite of other people's prejudices. All her account of herself is reliable

Miss Aldclyffe put down the pen and left the hotel without writing to Mr. Thorn.

At posttime on that following Monday morning, Cytherea watched so anxiously for the postman, that as the

time which must bring him narrowed less and less her vivid expectation had only a degree less tangibility

than his presence itself. In another second his form came into view. He brought two letters for Cytherea.

One from Miss Aldclyffe, simply stating that she wished Cytherea to come on trial: that she would require

The other was from Edward Springrove. He told her that she was the bright spot of his life: that her existence

was far dearer to him than his own: that he had never known what it was to love till he had met her. True, he

had felt passing attachments to other faces from time to time; but they all had been weak inclinations towards

those faces as they then appeared. He loved her past and future, as well as her present. He pictured her as a

child: he loved her. He pictured her of sage years: he loved her. He pictured her in trouble; he loved her.

Homely friendship entered into his love for her, without which all love was evanescent.

He would make one depressing statement. Uncontrollable circumstances (a long history, with which it was

impossible to acquaint her at present) operated to a certain extent as a drag upon his wishes. He had felt this

more strongly at the time of their parting than he did nowand it was the cause of his abrupt behaviour, for

which he begged her to forgive him. He saw now an honourable way of freeing himself, and the perception

had prompted him to write. In the meantime might he indulge in the hope of possessing her on some bright

future day, when by hard labour generated from her own encouraging words, he had placed himself in a

Dear little letter; she huddled it up. So much more important a loveletter seems to a girl than to a man.

Springrove was unconsciously clever in his letters, and a man with a talent of that kind may write himself up

to a hero in the mind of a young woman who loves him without knowing much about him. Springrove

During the day she flitted about the room in an ecstasy of pleasure, packing the things and thinking of an

answer which should be worthy of the tender tone of the question, her love bubbling from her involuntarily,

In the afternoon Owen went with her to the railwaystation, and put her in the train for Carriford Road, the

Halfanhour later she stepped out upon the platform, and found nobody there to receive herthough a

ponycarriage was waiting outside. In two minutes she saw a melancholy man in cheerful livery running

towards her from a publichouse close adjoining, who proved to be the servant sent to fetch her. There are

two ways of getting rid of sorrows: one by living them down, the other by drowning them. The coachman

He informed her that her luggage would be fetched by a springwaggon in about halfanhour; then helped

Her lover's letter, lying close against her neck, fortified her against the restless timidity she had previously

felt concerning this new undertaking, and completely furnished her with the confident ease of mind which is

required for the critical observation of surrounding objects. It was just that stage in the slow decline of the

summer days, when the deep, dark, and vacuous hotweather shadows are beginning to be replaced by blue

ones that have a surface and substance to the eye. They trotted along the turnpike road for a distance of about

a mile, which brought them just outside the village of Carriford, and then turned through large lodgegates,

on the heavy stone piers of which stood a pair of bitterns cast in bronze. They then entered the park and

wound along a drive shaded by old and drooping limetrees, not arranged in the form of an avenue, but

standing irregularly, sometimes leaving the track completely exposed to the sky, at other times casting a

shade over it, which almost approached gloomthe under surface of the lowest boughs hanging at a uniform

level of six feet above the grassthe extreme height to which the nibbling mouths of the cattle could reach.

'Is that the house?' said Cytherea expectantly, catching sight of a grey gable between the trees, and losing it

'No; that's the old manorhouseor rather all that's left of it. The Aldycliffes used to let it sometimes, but it

was oftener empty. 'Tis now divided into three cottages. Respectable people didn't care to live there.'

'Well, 'tis so awkward and unhandy. You see so much of it has been pulled down, and the rooms that are left

won't do very well for a small residence. 'Tis so dismal, too, and like most old houses stands too low down in

'Yes, that's what I say. 'Tis jest the house for a nice ghastly haironend story, that would make the parish

religious. Perhaps it will have one some day to make it complete; but there's not a word of the kind now.

There, I wouldn't live there for all that. In fact, I couldn't. O no, I couldn't.'

'One is the waterfall, which stands so close by that you can hear that there waterfall in every room of the

He stopped the horse. Above the slight common sounds in the air came the unvarying steady rush of falling

'When you say there is, there really seems to be. You said there were twowhat is the other horrid sound?'

'The pumpingengine. That's close by the Old House, and sends water up the hill and all over the Great

From the same direction down the dell they could now hear the whistling creak of cranks, repeated at

intervals of halfaminute, with a sousing noise between each: a creak, a souse, then another creak, and so on

'Now if anybody could make shift to live through the other sounds, these would finish him off, don't you

think so, miss? That machine goes on night and day, summer and winter, and is hardly ever greased or

visited. Ah, it tries the nerves at night, especially if you are not very well; though we don't often hear it at the

'That sound is certainly very dismal. They might have the wheel greased. Does Miss Aldclyffe take any

'Well, scarcely; you see her father doesn't attend to that sort of thing as he used to. The engine was once quite

'I had thought that Miss Aldclyffe was sole mistress of the property, and lived here alone.'

'No, m' The coachman was continually checking himself thus, being about to style her miss involuntarily,

'She will soon be mistress, however, I am afraid,' he continued, as if speaking by a spirit of prophecy denied

to ordinary humanity. 'The poor old gentleman has decayed very fast lately.' The man then drew a long

'Ah!. . . When he's dead peace will be all over with us old servants. I expect to see the old house turned inside

'Marrynot she! I wish she would. No, in her soul she's as solitary as Robinson Crusoe, though she has

acquaintances in plenty, if not relations. There's the rector, Mr. Raunhamhe's a relation by marriageyet

she's quite distant towards him. And people say that if she keeps single there will be hardly a life between Mr.

Raunham and the heirship of the estate. Dang it, she don't care. She's an extraordinary picture of

'You'll know soon enough, miss. She has had seven lady'smaids this last twelvemonth. I assure you 'tis one

body's work to fetch 'em from the station and take 'em back again. The Lord must be a neglectful party at

'Not at allshe never dismisses themthey go theirselves. Ye see 'tis like this. She's got a very quick

temper; she flees in a passion with them for nothing at all; next mornen they come up and say they are going;

she's sorry for it and wishes they'd stay, but she's as proud as a lucifer, and her pride won't let her say, "Stay,"

and away they go. 'Tis like this in fact. If you say to her about anybody, "Ah, poor thing!" she says, "Pooh!

indeed!" If you say, "Pooh, indeed!" "Ah, poor thing!" she says directly. She hangs the chief baker, as mid be,

and restores the chief butler, as mid be, though the devil but Pharaoh herself can see the difference between

'However, you stand a very good chance,' the man went on, 'for I think she likes you more than common. I

have never known her send the ponycarriage to meet one before; 'tis always the trap, but this time she said,

in a very particular ladylike tone, "Roobert, gaow with the ponykerriage.". . . There, 'tis true, pony and

carriage too are getten rather shabby now,' he added, looking round upon the vehicle as if to keep Cytherea's

'There's a dinnerparty of seventeen; 'tis her father's birthday, and she's very particular about her looks at

They were now on rising ground, and had just emerged from a clump of trees. Still a little higher than where

they stood was situated the mansion, called Knapwater House, the offices gradually losing themselves among

The house was regularly and substantially built of clean grey freestone throughout, in that plainer fashion of

Greek classicism which prevailed at the latter end of the last century, when the copyists called designers had

grown weary of fantastic variations in the Roman orders. The main block approximated to a square on the

ground plan, having a projection in the centre of each side, surmounted by a pediment. From each angle of

the inferior side ran a line of buildings lower than the rest, turning inwards again at their further end, and

forming within them a spacious open court, within which resounded an echo of astonishing clearness. These

erections were in their turn backed by ivycovered icehouses, laundries, and stables, the whole mass of

There was opening sufficient through the foliage on the right hand to enable her on nearer approach to form

an idea of the arrangement of the remoter or lawn front also. The natural features and contour of this quarter

of the site had evidently dictated the position of the house primarily, and were of the ordinary, and upon the

whole, most satisfactory kind, namely, a broad, graceful slope running from the terrace beneath the walls to

the margin of a placid lake lying below, upon the surface of which a dozen swans and a green punt floated at

leisure. An irregular wooded island stood in the midst of the lake; beyond this and the further margin of the

water were plantations and greensward of varied outlines, the trees heightening, by half veiling, the softness

The glimpses she had obtained of this portion were now checked by the angle of the building. In a minute or

two they reached the side door, at which Cytherea alighted. She was welcomed by an elderly woman of

lengthy smiles and general pleasantness, who announced herself to be Mrs. Morris, the housekeeper.

'I am notO yes, yes, we are all mistresses,' said Cytherea, smiling, but forcedly. The title accorded her

seemed disagreeably like the first slight scar of a brand, and she thought of Owen's prophecy.

Mrs. Morris led her into a comfortable parlour called The Room. Here tea was made ready, and Cytherea sat

down, looking, whenever occasion allowed, at Mrs. Morris with great interest and curiosity, to discover, if

possible, something in her which should give a clue to the secret of her knowledge of herself, and the

recommendation based upon it. But nothing was to be learnt, at any rate just then. Mrs. Morris was

perpetually getting up, feeling in her pockets, going to cupboards, leaving the room two or three minutes, and

'You'll excuse me, Mrs. Graye,' she said, 'but 'tis the old gentleman's birthday, and they always have a lot of

people to dinner on that day, though he's getting up in years now. However, none of them are sleepersshe

generally keeps the house pretty clear of lodgers (being a lady with no intimate friends, though many

acquaintances), which, though it gives us less to do, makes it all the duller for the younger maids in the

house.' Mrs. Morris then proceeded to give in fragmentary speeches an outline of the constitution and

'Now, are you sure you have quite done tea? Not a bit or drop more? Why, you've eaten nothing, I'm sure. . . .

Well, now, it is rather inconvenient that the other maid is not here to show you the ways of the house a little,

but she left last Saturday, and Miss Aldclyffe has been making shift with poor old clumsy me for a maid all

yesterday and this morning. She is not come in yet. I expect she will ask for you, Mrs. Graye, the first thing. .

. . I was going to say that if you have really done tea, I will take you upstairs, and show you through the

She preceded Cytherea upstairs, pointed out her own room, and then took her into Miss Aldclyffe's

dressingroom, on the firstfloor; where, after explaining the whereabouts of various articles of apparel, the

housekeeper left her, telling her that she had an hour yet upon her hands before dressingtime. Cytherea laid

out upon the bed in the next room all that she had been told would be required that evening, and then went

Here she sat down by the open window, leant out upon the sill like another Blessed Damozel, and listlessly

looked down upon the brilliant pattern of colours formed by the flowerbeds on the lawn now richly

crowded with late summer blossom. But the vivacity of spirit which had hitherto enlivened her, was fast

ebbing under the pressure of prosaic realities, and the warm scarlet of the geraniums, glowing most

conspicuously, and mingling with the vivid cold red and green of the verbenas, the rich depth of the dahlia,

and the ripe mellowness of the calceolaria, backed by the pale hue of a flock of meek sheep feeding in the

open park, close to the other side of the fence, were, to a great extent, lost upon her eyes. She was thinking

that nothing seemed worth while; that it was possible she might die in a workhouse; and what did it matter?

The petty, vulgar details of servitude that she had just passed through, her dependence upon the whims of a

strange woman, the necessity of quenching all individuality of character in herself, and relinquishing her own

peculiar tastes to help on the wheel of this alien establishment, made her sick and sad, and she almost longed

to pursue some free, outofdoors employment, sleep under trees or a hut, and know no enemy but winter

and cold weather, like shepherds and cowkeepers, and birds and animalsay, like the sheep she saw there

under her window. She looked sympathizingly at them for several minutes, imagining their enjoyment of the

'Yeslike those sheep,' she said aloud; and her face reddened with surprise at a discovery she made that very

The flock consisted of some ninety or a hundred young stock ewes: the surface of their fleece was as rounded

and even as a cushion, and white as milk. Now she had just observed that on the left buttock of every one of

'E. S.' could bring to Cytherea's mind only one thought; but that immediately and for everthe name of her

'O, if it should be!' She interrupted her words by a resolve. Miss Aldclyffe's carriage at the same moment

made its appearance in the drive; but Miss Aldclyffe was not her object now. It was to ascertain to whom the

sheep belonged, and to set her surmise at rest one way or the other. She flew downstairs to Mrs. Morris.

'Why, surely you know? Your friend, Farmer Springrove, the cider maker, and who keeps the Three

Tranters Inn; who recommended you to me when he came in to see me the other day?'

Cytherea's motherwit suddenly warned her in the midst of her excitement that it was necessary not to betray

the secret of her love. 'O yes,' she said, 'of course.' Her thoughts had run as follows in that short interval:

'He thought it would be excellent for me to be here that we might meet whenever he came home.

'He told his father that I might be recommended as a lady'smaid; and he knew my brother and myself.

The whole chain of incidents that drew her there was plain, and there was no such thing as chance in the

The sound of a bell was heard. Cytherea did not heed it, and still continued in her reverie.

'Well, it means that you must go up to her,' the matron continued, in a tone of surprise.

Cytherea felt a burning heat come over her, mingled with a sudden irritation at Mrs. Morris's hint. But the

good sense which had recognized stern necessity prevailed over rebellious independence; the flush passed,

'Yes, yes; of course, I must go to her when she pulls the bell whether I want to or no.'

However, in spite of this painful reminder of her new position in life, Cytherea left the apartment in a mood

far different from the gloomy sadness of ten minutes previous. The place felt like home to her now; she did

not mind the pettiness of her occupation, because Edward evidently did not mind it; and this was Edward's

own spot. She found time on her way to Miss Aldclyffe's dressingroom to hurriedly glide out by a side door,

and look for a moment at the unconscious sheep bearing the friendly initials. She went up to them to try to

touch one of the flock, and felt vexed that they all stared sceptically at her kind advances, and then ran

pellmell down the hill. Then, fearing any one should discover her childish movements, she slipped indoors

again, and ascended the staircase, catching glimpses, as she passed, of silverbuttoned footmen, who flashed

Miss Aldclyffe's dressingroom was an apartment which, on a casual survey, conveyed an impression that it

was available for almost any purpose save the adornment of the feminine person. In its hours of perfect order

nothing pertaining to the toilet was visible; even the inevitable mirrors with their accessories were arranged in

a roomy recess not noticeable from the door, lighted by a window of its own, called the dressingwindow.

The washingstand figured as a vast oak chest, carved with grotesque Renaissance ornament. The dressing

table was in appearance something between a high altar and a cabinet piano, the surface being richly worked

in the same style of semiclassic decoration, but the extraordinary outline having been arrived at by an

ingenious joiner and decorator from the neighbouring town, after months of painful toil in cutting and fitting,

under Miss Aldclyffe's immediate eye; the materials being the remains of two or three old cabinets the lady

had found in the lumberroom. About twothirds of the floor was carpeted, the remaining portion being laid

Miss Aldclyffe was standing at the larger window, away from the dressingniche. She bowed, and said

Her bonnet was off. Cytherea did not think her so handsome as on the earlier day; the queenliness of her

beauty was harder and less warm. But a worse discovery than this was that Miss Aldclyffe, with the usual

obliviousness of rich people to their dependents' specialities, seemed to have quite forgotten Cytherea's

inexperience, and mechanically delivered up her body to her handmaid without a thought of details, and with

Everything went well at first. The dress was removed, stockings and black boots were taken off, and silk

stockings and white shoes were put on. Miss Aldclyffe then retired to bathe her hands and face, and Cytherea

drew breath. If she could get through this first evening, all would be right. She felt that it was unfortunate that

such a crucial test for her powers as a birthday dinner should have been applied on the threshold of her

Miss Aldclyffe was now arrayed in a white dressinggown, and dropped languidly into an easychair,

pushed up before the glass. The instincts of her sex and her own practice told Cytherea the next movement.

She let Miss Aldclyffe's hair fall about her shoulders, and began to arrange it. It proved to be all real; a

Miss Aldclyffe was musingly looking on the floor, and the operation went on for some minutes in silence. At

length her thoughts seemed to turn to the present, and she lifted her eyes to the glass.

'Why, what on earth are you doing with my head?' she exclaimed, with widely opened eyes. At the words she

'No, no; that's the fashion right enough, but you must make more show of my hair than that, or I shall have to

'It is how I do my own,' said Cytherea naively, and with a sweetness of tone that would have pleased the most

acrimonious under favourable circumstances; but tyranny was in the ascendant with Miss Aldclyffe at this

moment, and she was assured of palatable food for her vice by having felt the trembling of Cytherea's hand.

'Yours, indeed! YOUR hair! Come, go on.' Considering that Cytherea possessed at least five times as much of

that valuable auxiliary to woman's beauty as the lady before her, there was at the same time some excuse for

Miss Aldclyffe's outburst. She remembered herself, however, and said more quietly, 'Now then, Graye

'Then tell them not to do any such absurd thingnot but that it is quite according to usage; but you are too

This dialogue tided Cytherea safely onward through the hairdressing till the flowers and diamonds were to be

placed upon the lady's brow. Cytherea began arranging them tastefully, and to the very best of her judgment.

Having once worked herself up to the belief that her headdress was to be a failure that evening, no

cleverness of Cytherea's in arranging it could please her. She continued in a smouldering passion during the

remainder of the performance, keeping her lips firmly closed, and the muscles of her body rigid. Finally,

snatching up her gloves, and taking her handkerchief and fan in her hand, she silently sailed out of the room,

without betraying the least consciousness of another woman's presence behind her.

Cytherea's fears that at the undressing this suppressed anger would find a vent, kept her on thorns throughout

the evening. She tried to read; she could not. She tried to sew; she could not. She tried to muse; she could not

do that connectedly. 'If this is the beginning, what will the end be!' she said in a whisper, and felt many

misgivings as to the policy of being overhasty in establishing an independence at the expense of congruity

The clock struck twelve. The Aldclyffe state dinner was over. The company had all gone, and Miss

Cytherea started to her feet at the sound, which broke in upon a fitful sleep that had overtaken her. She had

been sitting drearily in her chair waiting minute after minute for the signal, her brain in that state of intentness

which takes cognizance of the passage of Time as a real motionmotion without matterthe instants

throbbing past in the company of a feverish pulse. She hastened to the room, to find the lady sitting before the

dressing shrine, illuminated on both sides, and looking so queenly in her attitude of absolute repose, that the

younger woman felt the awfullest sense of responsibility at her Vandalism in having undertaken to demolish

The lady's jewelled ornaments were taken off in silencesome by her own listless hands, some by

Cytherea's. Then followed the outer stratum of clothing. The dress being removed, Cytherea took it in her

hand and went with it into the bedroom adjoining, intending to hang it in the wardrobe. But on second

thoughts, in order that she might not keep Miss Aldclyffe waiting a moment longer than necessary, she flung

it down on the first restingplace that came to hand, which happened to be the bed, and reentered the

dressingroom with the noiseless footfall of a kitten. She paused in the middle of the room.

She was unnoticed, and her sudden return had plainly not been expected. During the short time of Cytherea's

absence, Miss Aldclyffe had pulled off a kind of chemisette of Brussels net, drawn high above the throat,

which she had worn with her evening dress as a semiopaque covering to her shoulders, and in its place had

put her nightgown round her. Her right hand was lifted to her neck, as if engaged in fastening her

But on a second glance Miss Aldclyffe's proceeding was clearer to Cytherea. She was not fastening her

nightgown; it had been carelessly thrown round her, and Miss Aldclyffe was really occupied in holding up

to her eyes some small object that she was keenly scrutinizing. And now on suddenly discovering the

presence of Cytherea at the back of the apartment, instead of naturally continuing or concluding her

inspection, she desisted hurriedly; the tiny snap of a spring was heard, her hand was removed, and she began

Modesty might have directed her hasty action of enwrapping her shoulders, but it was scarcely likely,

considering Miss Aldclyffe's temperament, that she had all her life been used to a maid, Cytherea's youth, and

the elder lady's marked treatment of her as if she were a mere child or plaything. The matter was too slight to

reason about, and yet upon the whole it seemed that Miss Aldclyffe must have a practical reason for

With a timid sense of being an intruder Cytherea was about to step back and out of the room; but at the same

moment Miss Aldclyffe turned, saw the impulse, and told her companion to stay, looking into her eyes as if

she had half an intention to explain something. Cytherea felt certain it was the little mystery of her late

movements. The other withdrew her eyes; Cytherea went to fetch the dressinggown, and wheeled round

again to bring it up to Miss Aldclyffe, who had now partly removed her nightdress to put it on the proper

Her neck was again quite open and uncovered, and though hidden from the direct line of Cytherea's vision,

she saw it reflected in the glassthe fair white surface, and the inimitable combination of curves between

throat and bosom which artists adore, being brightly lit up by the light burning on either side.

And the lady's prior proceedings were now explained in the simplest manner. In the midst of her breast, like

an island in a sea of pearl, reclined an exquisite little gold locket, embellished with arabesque work of blue,

red, and white enamel. That was undoubtedly what Miss Aldclyffe had been contemplating; and, moreover,

not having been put off with her other ornaments, it was to be retained during the nighta slight departure

from the custom of ladies which Miss Aldclyffe had at first not cared to exhibit to her new assistant, though

Cytherea came forward with it. Miss Aldclyffe did not turn her head, but looked inquiringly at her maid in the

'You saw what I wear on my neck, I suppose?' she said to Cytherea's reflected face.

Miss Aldclyffe again looked at Cytherea's reflection as if she were on the point of explaining. Again she

'Few of my maids discover that I wear it always. I generally keep it a secretnot that it matters much. But I

was careless with you, and seemed to want to tell you. You win me to make confidences that. . .'

She ceased, took Cytherea's hand in her own, lifted the locket with the other, touched the spring and disclosed

But the sight had gone through Cytherea like an electric shock, and there was an instantaneous awakening of

perception in her, so thrilling in its presence as to be wellnigh insupportable. The face in the miniature was

the face of her own fatheryounger and fresher than she had ever known himbut her father!

Was this the woman of his wild and unquenchable early love? And was this the woman who had figured in

the gateman's story as answering the name of Cytherea before her judgment was awake? Surely it was. And

if so, here was the tangible outcrop of a romantic and hidden stratum of the past hitherto seen only in her

imagination; but as far as her scope allowed, clearly defined therein by reason of its strangeness.

Miss Aldclyffe's eyes and thoughts were so intent upon the miniature that she had not been conscious of

Cytherea's start of surprise. She went on speaking in a low and abstracted tone.

'Yes, I lost him.' She interrupted her words by a short meditation, and went on again. 'I lost him by excess of

honesty as regarded my past. But it was best that it should be so. . . . I was led to think rather more than usual

of the circumstances tonight because of your name. It is pronounced the same way, though differently spelt.'

The only means by which Cytherea's surname could have been spelt to Miss Aldclyffe must have been by

Mrs. Morris or Farmer Springrove. She fancied Farmer Springrove would have spelt it properly if Edward

Women make confidences and then regret them. The impulsive rush of feeling which had led Miss Aldclyffe

to indulge in this revelation, trifling as it was, died out immediately her words were beyond recall; and the

turmoil, occasioned in her by dwelling upon that chapter of her life, found vent in another kind of

Cytherea, after letting down Miss Aldclyffe's hair, adopted some plan with it to which the lady had not been

accustomed. A rapid revulsion to irritation ensued. The maiden's mere touch seemed to discharge the pentup

'I have told you what I never tell my maids as a rule; of course NOTHING that I say in this room is to be

'It shall not be, madam,' said Cytherea, agitated and vexed that the woman of her romantic wonderings should

The lady's vexation with herself, and the accident which had led to the disclosure swelled little by little till it

knew no bounds. But what was done could not be undone, and though Cytherea had shown a most winning

responsiveness, quarrel Miss Aldclyffe must. She recurred to the subject of Cytherea's want of expertness,

like a bitter reviewer, who finding the sentiments of a poet unimpeachable, quarrels with his rhymes.

'Never, never before did I serve myself such a trick as this in engaging a maid!' She waited for an

'The idea of my taking a girl without asking her more than three questions, or having a single reference, all

because of her good l , the shape of her face and body! It WAS a fool's trick. There, I am served right,

'I didn't deceive you,' said Cytherea. The speech was an unfortunate one, and was the very 'fuel to maintain its

'I told you I couldn't promise to be acquainted with every detail of routine just at first.'

'You girl of impudencewhat do you say? Leave the room this instant, I tell you.'

'And I tell you that a person who speaks to a lady as you do to me, is no lady herself!'

'A Woman, am I! I'll teach you if I am a Woman!' and lifted her hand as if she would have liked to strike her

'I dare you to touch me!' she cried. 'Strike me if you dare, madam! I am not afraid of youwhat do you mean

Miss Aldclyffe was disconcerted at this unexpected show of spirit, and ashamed of her unladylike impulse

now it was put into words. She sank back in the chair. 'I was not going to strike yougo to your roomI

Cytherea, red and panting, took up her candlestick and advanced to the table to get a light. As she stood close

to them the rays from the candles struck sharply on her face. She usually bore a much stronger likeness to her

mother than to her father, but now, looking with a grave, reckless, and angered expression of countenance at

the kindling wick as she held it slanting into the other flame, her father's features were distinct in her. It was

the first time Miss Aldclyffe had seen her in a passionate mood, and wearing that expression which was

invariably its concomitant. It was Miss Aldclyffe's turn to start now; and the remark she made was an

instance of that sudden change of tone from highflown invective to the pettiness of curiosity which so often

makes women's quarrels ridiculous. Even Miss Aldclyffe's dignity had not sufficient power to postpone the

absorbing desire she now felt to settle the strange suspicion that had entered her head.

'You spell your name the common way, G, R, E, Y, don't you?' she said, with assumed indifference.

'No,' said Cytherea, poised on the side of her foot, and still looking into the flame.

'Yes, surely? The name was spelt that way on your boxes: I looked and saw it myself.'

The enigma of Miss Aldclyffe's mistake was solved. 'O, was it?' said Cytherea. 'Ah, I remember Mrs.

Jackson, the lodginghouse keeper at Budmouth, labelled them. We spell our name G, R, A, Y, E.'

Cytherea thought it would be useless to attempt to conceal facts any longer. 'His was not a trade,' she said.

'Leave that alone. Did he ever visit in Gower Street, Bloomsbury, one Christmas, many years ago?but you

'I have heard him say that Mr. Huntway, a curate somewhere in that part of London, and who died there, was

'No! And is it really? And you knew that face I showed you? Yes, I see you did.' Miss Aldclyffe stopped, and

'Do you want me any longer?' said Cytherea, standing candle in hand and looking quietly in Miss Aldclyffe's

'And I know you will be so good as not to intrude upon me during the short remainder of my stay?'

Saying this Cytherea left the room before her companion had answered. Miss Aldclyffe, then, had recognized

The other members of the household had retired to rest. As Cytherea went along the passage leading to her

room her skirts rustled against the partition. A door on her left opened, and Mrs. Morris looked out.

'I waited out of bed till you came up,' she said, 'it being your first night, in case you should be at a loss for

'She's a very odd lady'tis all one way or the other with her. She's not bad at heart, but unbearable in close

quarters. Those of us who don't have much to do with her personally, stay on for years and years.'

'O no. The property, with the name, came from her mother's uncle. Her family is a branch of the old Aldclyffe

family on the maternal side. Her mother married a Bradleigha mere nobody at that time and was on that

account cut by her relations. But very singularly the other branch of the family died out one by onethree of

them, and Miss Aldclyffe's greatuncle then left all his property, including this estate, to Captain Bradleigh

and his wifeMiss Aldclyffe's father and motheron condition that they took the old family name as well.

Cytherea entered her bedroom, and flung herself on the, bed, bewildered by a whirl of thought. Only one

subject was clear in her mind, and it was that, in spite of family discoveries, that day was to be the first and

last of her experience as a lady'smaid. Starvation itself should not compel her to hold such a humiliating

post for another instant. 'Ah,' she thought, with a sigh, at the martyrdom of her last little fragment of

She jumped up and began making ready for her departure in the morning, the tears streaming down when she

grieved and wondered what practical matter on earth she could turn her hand to next. All these preparations

completed, she began to undress, her mind unconsciously drifting away to the contemplation of her late

surprises. To look in the glass for an instant at the reflection of her own magnificent resources in face and

bosom, and to mark their attractiveness unadorned, was perhaps but the natural action of a young woman who

had so lately been chidden whilst passing through the harassing experience of decorating an older beauty of

But she directly checked her weakness by sympathizing reflections on the hidden troubles which must have

thronged the past years of the solitary lady, to keep her, though so rich and courted, in a mood so repellent

and gloomy as that in which Cytherea found her; and then the young girl marvelled again and again, as she

had marvelled before, at the strange confluence of circumstances which had brought herself into contact with

the one woman in the world whose history was so romantically intertwined with her own. She almost began

to wish she were not obliged to go away and leave the lonely being to loneliness still.

In bed and in the dark, Miss Aldclyffe haunted her mind more persistently than ever. Instead of sleeping, she

called up staring visions of the possible past of this queenly lady, her mother's rival. Up the long vista of

bygone years she saw, behind all, the young girl's flirtation, little or much, with the cousin, that seemed to

have been nipped in the bud, or to have terminated hastily in some way. Then the secret meetings between

Miss Aldclyffe and the other woman at the little inn at Hammersmith and other places: the commonplace

name she adopted: her swoon at some painful news, and the very slight knowledge the elder female had of

her partner in mystery. Then, more than a year afterwards, the acquaintanceship of her own father with this

his first love; the awakening of the passion, his acts of devotion, the unreasoning heat of his rapture, her tacit

acceptance of it, and yet her uneasiness under the delight. Then his declaration amid the evergreens: the utter

change produced in her manner thereby, seemingly the result of a rigid determination: and the total

concealment of her reason by herself and her parents, whatever it was. Then the lady's course dropped into

darkness, and nothing more was visible till she was discovered here at Knapwater, nearly fifty years old, still

unmarried and still beautiful, but lonely, embittered, and haughty. Cytherea imagined that her father's image

was still warmly cherished in Miss Aldclyffe's heart, and was thankful that she herself had not been betrayed

into announcing that she knew many particulars of this page of her father's history, and the chief one, the

lady's unaccountable renunciation of him. It would have made her bearing towards the mistress of the

Thus conjuring up the past, and theorizing on the present, she lay restless, changing her posture from one side

to the other and back again. Finally, when courting sleep with all her art, she heard a clock strike two. A

minute later, and she fancied she could distinguish a soft rustle in the passage outside her room.

To bury her head in the sheets was her first impulse; then to uncover it, raise herself on her elbow, and stretch

her eyes wide open in the darkness; her lips being parted with the intentness of her listening. Whatever the

It began again and came close to her door, lightly touching the panels. Then there was another stillness;

Before she had time to think another thought a light tap was given. Cytherea breathed: the person outside was

evidently bent upon finding her awake, and the rustle she had made had encouraged the hope. The maiden's

physical condition shifted from one pole to its opposite. The cold sweat of terror forsook her, and modesty

Only one being in the house knew her Christian name, and that was Miss Aldclyffe. Cytherea stepped out of

The young woman paused in a conflict between judgment and emotion. It was now mistress and maid no

She got a light in an instant, opened the door, and raising her eyes and the candle, saw Miss Aldclyffe

'Now you see that it is really myself; put out the light,' said the visitor. 'I want to stay here with you, Cythie. I

came to ask you to come down into my bed, but it is snugger here. But remember that you are mistress in this

room, and that I have no business here, and that you may send me away if you choose. Shall I go?'

The instant they were in bed Miss Aldclyffe freed herself from the last remnant of restraint. She flung her

Cytherea, upon the whole, was rather discomposed at this change of treatment; and, discomposed or no, her

passions were not so impetuous as Miss Aldclyffe's. She could not bring her soul to her lips for a moment, try

Cytherea gave her a very small one, as soft in touch and in sound as the bursting of a bubble.

'I don't deserve a more feeling one, I suppose,' said Miss Aldclyffe, with an emphasis of sad bitterness in her

tone. 'I am an illtempered woman, you think; half out of my mind. Well, perhaps I am; but I have had grief

more than you can think or dream of. But I can't help loving youyour name is the same as mineisn't it

'Yes,' said Cytherea absently. She was still thinking whether duty to Owen and her father, which asked for

silence on her knowledge of her father's unfortunate love, or duty to the woman embracing her, which

seemed to ask for confidence, ought to predominate. Here was a solution. She would wait till Miss Aldclyffe

referred to her acquaintanceship and attachment to Cytherea's father in past times: then she would tell her all

'Why can't you kiss me as I can kiss you? Why can't you!' She impressed upon Cytherea's lips a warm

motherly salute, given as if in the outburst of strong feeling, long checked, and yearning for something to

'Do you think badly of me for my behaviour this evening, child? I don't know why I am so foolish as to speak

'Never mind if you don't. I am fortysix; and it gives me greater pleasure to tell you this than it does to you to

'I have met deceit by deceit, till I am weary of itweary, weary and I long to be what I shall never be

againartless and innocent, like you. But I suppose that you, too, will, prove to be not worth a thought, as

every new friend does on more intimate knowledge. Come, why don't you talk to me, child? Have you said

'Because I have always done so, and it would seem strange if I were not to. Do you?'

'I? A wicked old sinner like me! No, I never do. I have thought all such matters humbug for yearsthought

so so long that I should be glad to think otherwise from very weariness; and yet, such is the code of the polite

world, that I subscribe regularly to Missionary Societies and others of the sort. . . . Well, say your prayers,

dearyou won't omit them now you recollect it. I should like to hear you very much. Will you?'

'It would seem so like old times to mewhen I was young, and nearerfar nearer Heaven than I am now.

Cytherea was embarrassed, and her embarrassment arose from the following conjuncture of affairs. Since she

had loved Edward Springrove, she had linked his name with her brother Owen's in her nightly supplications

to the Almighty. She wished to keep her love for him a secret, and, above all, a secret from a woman like

Miss Aldclyffe; yet her conscience and the honesty of her love would not for an instant allow her to think of

omitting his dear name, and so endanger the efficacy of all her previous prayers for his success by an

unworthy shame now: it would be wicked of her, she thought, and a grievous wrong to him. Under any

worldly circumstances she might have thought the position justified a little finesse, and have skipped him for

'I would rather not say them,' she murmured first. It struck her then that this declining altogether was the

same cowardice in another dress, and was delivering her poor Edward over to Satan just as unceremoniously

as before. 'Yes; I will say my prayers, and you shall hear me,' she added firmly.

She turned her face to the pillow and repeated in low soft tones the simple words she had used from

childhood on such occasions. Owen's name was mentioned without faltering, but in the other case, maidenly

shyness was too strong even for religion, and that when supported by excellent intentions. At the name of

Edward she stammered, and her voice sank to the faintest whisper in spite of her.

'Thank you, dearest,' said Miss Aldclyffe. 'I have prayed too, I verily believe. You are a good girl, I think.'

There was no help for it now, and out it came. 'Owen and Edward,' said Cytherea.

Miss Aldclyffe reflected a moment. 'Don't you want to tell me who Edward is?' she said at last, in a tone of

Miss Aldclyffe shifted her ground. 'Were you ever in love?' she inquired suddenly.

Cytherea was surprised to hear how quickly the voice had altered from tenderness to harshness, vexation, and

Miss Aldclyffe removed her arms from Cytherea's neck. ''Tis now with you as it is always with all girls,' she

said, in jealous and gloomy accents. 'You are not, after all, the innocent I took you for. No, no.' She then

changed her tone with fitful rapidity. 'Cytherea, try to love me more than you love himdo. I love you more

sincerely than any man can. Do, Cythie: don't let any man stand between us. O, I can't bear that!' She clasped

'Mustyesmust,' said the elder lady reproachfully. 'Yes, women are all alike. I thought I had at last found

an artless woman who had not been sullied by a man's lips, and who had not practised or been practised upon

by the arts which ruin all the truth and sweetness and goodness in us. Find a girl, if you can, whose mouth

and ears have not been made a regular highway of by some man or another! Leave the admittedly notorious

spotsthe drawingrooms of societyand look in the villagesleave the villages and search in the

schoolsand you can hardly find a girl whose heart has not been HADis not an old thing half worn out by

some He or another! If men only knew the staleness of the freshest of us! that nine times out of ten the "first

love" they think they are winning from a woman is but the hulk of an old wrecked affection, fitted with new

'No, no, no,' urged Cytherea, awed by the storm she had raised in the impetuous woman's mind. 'He only

'He might have done it a thousand times if he had cared to, there's no doubt about that, whoever his lordship

is. You are as bad as I we are all alike; and Ian old foolhave been sipping at your mouth as if it were

honey, because I fancied no wasting lover knew the spot. But a minute ago, and you seemed to me like a

'O no, no!' Cytherea was not weak enough to shed tears except on extraordinary occasions, but she was fain

to begin sobbing now. She wished Miss Aldclyffe would go to her own room, and leave her and her treasured

dreams alone. This vehement imperious affection was in one sense soothing, but yet it was not of the kind

that Cytherea's instincts desired. Though it was generous, it seemed somewhat too rank and capricious for

Her companion was desperately determined not to tell his name: she too much feared a taunt when Miss

'Did you wear a hat and white feather in Budmouth for the week or two previous to your coming here?'

'Then I have seen you and your lover at a distance! He rowed you round the bay with your brother.'

'And without your brotherfie! There, there, don't let that little heart beat itself to death: throb, throb: it

shakes the bed, you silly thing. I didn't mean that there was any harm in going alone with him. I only saw you

from the Esplanade, in common with the rest of the people. I often run down to Budmouth. He was a very

'Won't tellvery well, don't. You are very foolish to treasure up his name and image as you do. Why, he has

had loves before you, trust him for that, whoever he is, and you are but a temporary link in a long chain of

''Tisn't true! 'tisn't true! 'tisn't true!' cried Cytherea in an agony of torture. 'He has never loved anybody else, I

'He sees a beautiful face and thinks he will never forget it, but in a few weeks the feeling passes off, and he

'No, no, he doesn'tWhat does he do when he has thought thatCome, tell metell me!'

'You are as hot as fire, and the throbbing of your heart makes me nervous. I can't tell you if you get in that

'Ahthe tables are turned now, dear!' she continued, in a tone which mingled pity with derision

'"Love's passions shall rock thee As the storm rocks the ravens on high, Bright reason will mock thee Like the

'What does he do next?Why, this is what he does next: ruminate on what he has heard of women's

romantic impulses, and how easily men torture them when they have given way to those feelings, and have

resigned everything for their hero. It may be that though he loves you heartily nowthat is, as heartily as a

man canand you love him in return, your loves may be impracticable and hopeless, and you may be

separated for ever. You, as the weary, weary years pass by will fade and fadebright eyes WILL fadeand

you will perhaps then die earlytrue to him to your latest breath, and believing him to be true to the latest

breath also; whilst he, in some gay and busy spot far away from your last quiet nook, will have married some

dashing lady, and not purely oblivious of you, will long have ceased to regret youwill chat about you, as

you were in long past years will say, "Ah, little Cytherea used to tie her hair like thatpoor innocent

trusting thing; it was a pleasant useless idle dreamthat dream of mine for the maid with the bright eyes and

simple, silly heart; but I was a foolish lad at that time." Then he will tell the tale of all your little Wills and

Wont's and particular ways, and as he speaks, turn to his wife with a placid smile.'

'It is not true! He can't, he ccan't be sso crueland you are cruel to meyou are, you are!' She was at last

driven to desperation: her natural common sense and shrewdness had seen all through the piece how

imaginary her emotions wereshe felt herself to be weak and foolish in permitting them to rise; but even

then she could not control them: be agonized she must. She was only eighteen, and the long day's labour, her

weariness, her excitement, had completely unnerved her, and worn her out: she was bent hither and thither by

this tyrannical working upon her imagination, as a young rush in the wind. She wept bitterly. 'And now think

how much I like you,' resumed Miss Aldclyffe, when Cytherea grew calmer. 'I shall never forget you for

anybody else, as men donever. I will be exactly as a mother to you. Now will you promise to live with me

'No, no, no. You shan't be a lady'smaid. You shall be my companion. I will get another maid.'

Companionthat was a new idea. Cytherea could not resist the evidently heartfelt desire of the

strangetempered woman for her presence. But she could not trust to the moment's impulse.

'Never mind now, then. Put your hair round your mamma's neck, and give me one good long kiss, and I won't

talk any more in that way about your lover. After all, some young men are not so fickle as others; but even if

he's the ficklest, there is consolation. The love of an inconstant man is ten times more ardent than that of a

Cytherea did as she was told, to escape the punishment of further talk; flung the twining tresses of her long,

rich hair over Miss Aldclyffe's shoulders as directed, and the two ceased conversing, making themselves up

for sleep. Miss Aldclyffe seemed to give herself over to a luxurious sense of content and quiet, as if the

maiden at her side afforded her a protection against dangers which had menaced her for years; she was soon

With Cytherea it was otherwise. Unused to the place and circumstances, she continued wakeful, ill at ease,

and mentally distressed. She withdrew herself from her companion's embrace, turned to the other side, and

endeavoured to relieve her busy brain by looking at the windowblind, and noticing the light of the rising

moonnow in her last quartercreep round upon it: it was the light of an old waning moon which had but a

The sight led her to think again of what had happened under the rays of the same month's moon, a little

before its full, the ecstatic evening scene with Edward: the kiss, and the shortness of those happy

momentsmaiden imagination bringing about the apotheosis of a status quo which had had several

But sounds were in the ascendant that night. Her ears became aware of a strange and gloomy murmur.

She recognized it: it was the gushing of the waterfall, faint and low, brought from its source to the unwonted

distance of the House by a faint breeze which made it distinct and recognizable by reason of the utter absence

of all disturbing sounds. The groom's melancholy representation lent to the sound a more dismal effect than it

would have had of its own nature. She began to fancy what the waterfall must be like at that hour, under the

trees in the ghostly moonlight. Black at the head, and over the surface of the deep cold hole into which it fell;

white and frothy at the fall; black and white, like a pall and its border; sad everywhere.

She was in the mood for sounds of every kind now, and strained her ears to catch the faintest, in wayward

The second was quite different from the firsta kind of intermittent whistle it seemed primarily: no, a creak,

a metallic creak, ever and anon, like a plough, or a rusty wheelbarrow, or at least a wheel of some kind. Yes,

it was, a wheelthe waterwheel in the shrubbery by the old manorhouse, which the coachman had said

She determined not to think any more of these gloomy things; but now that she had once noticed the sound

there was no sealing her ears to it. She could not help timing its creaks, and putting on a dread expectancy

just before the end of each halfminute that brought them. To imagine the inside of the enginehouse,

whence these noises proceeded, was now a necessity. No window, but crevices in the door, through which,

probably, the moonbeams streamed in the most attenuated and skeletonlike rays, striking sharply upon

portions of wet rusty cranks and chains; a glistening wheel, turning incessantly, labouring in the dark like a

captive starving in a dungeon; and instead of a floor below, gurgling water, which on account of the darkness

could only be heard; water which laboured up dark pipes almost to where she lay.

She shivered. Now she was determined to go to sleep; there could be nothing else left to be heard or to

imagineit was horrid that her imagination should be so restless. Yet just for an instant before going to sleep

she would think thissuppose another sound SHOULD comejust suppose it should! Before the thought

The third was a very soft gurgle or rattleof a strange and abnormal kindyet a sound she had heard before

at some past period of her lifewhen, she could not recollect. To make it the more disturbing, it seemed to

be almost close to hereither close outside the window, close under the floor, or close above the ceiling.

The accidental fact of its coming so immediately upon the heels of her supposition, told so powerfully upon

her excited nerves that she jumped up in the bed. The same instant, a little dog in some room near, having

probably heard the same noise, set up a low whine. The watchdog in the yard, hearing the moan of his

associate, began to howl loudly and distinctly. His melancholy notes were taken up directly afterwards by the

One logical thought alone was able to enter her flurried brain. The little dog that began the whining must

have heard the other two sounds even better than herself. He had taken no notice of them, but he had taken

It was not like water, it was not like wind; it was not the night jar, it was not a clock, nor a rat, nor a person

She crept under the clothes, and flung her arms tightly round Miss Aldclyffe, as if for protection. Cytherea

perceived that the lady's late peaceful warmth had given place to a sweat. At the maiden's touch, Miss

She remembered her position instantly. 'O such a terrible dream!' she cried, in a hurried whisper, holding to

Cytherea in her turn; 'and your touch was the end of it. It was dreadful. Time, with his wings, hourglass, and

scythe, coming nearer and nearer to me grinning and mocking: then he seized me, took a piece of me only.

. . But I can't tell you. I can't bear to think of it. How those dogs howl! People say it means death.'

The return of Miss Aldclyffe to consciousness was sufficient to dispel the wild fancies which the loneliness

of the night had woven in Cytherea's mind. She dismissed the third noise as something which in all likelihood

could easily be explained, if trouble were taken to inquire into it: large houses had all kinds of strange sounds

'Ah, yes: that was Totsy. He sleeps on the mat outside my father's bedroom door. A nervous creature.'

There was a silent interval of nearly halfanhour. A clock on the landing struck three.

'No,' said Miss Aldclyffe. 'How wretched it is not to be able to sleep, isn't it?'

The first glimmer of dawn was now visible. Miss Aldclyffe arose, put on her dressinggown, and went softly

'I have not told her who I am after all, or found out the particulars of Ambrose's history,' she murmured. 'But

Cytherea awoke, quiet in mind and refreshed. A conclusion to remain at Knapwater was already in possession

Finding Miss Aldclyffe gone, she dressed herself and sat down at the window to write an answer to Edward's

letter, and an account of her arrival at Knapwater to Owen. The dismal and heartbreaking pictures that Miss

Aldclyffe had placed before her the preceding evening, the later terrors of the night, were now but as shadows

But writing Edward's letter was the great consoler, the effect of each word upon him being enacted in her

own face as she wrote it. She felt how much she would like to share his troublehow well she could endure

poverty with himand wondered what his trouble was. But all would be explained at last, she knew.

At the appointed time she went to Miss Aldclyffe's room, intending, with the contradictoriness common in

people, to perform with pleasure, as a work of supererogation, what as a duty was simply intolerable.

Miss Aldclyffe was already out of bed. The bright penetrating light of morning made a vast difference in the

elder lady's behaviour to her dependent; the day, which had restored Cytherea's judgment, had effected the

same for Miss Aldclyffe. Though practical reasons forbade her regretting that she had secured such a

companionable creature to read, talk, or play to her whenever her whim required, she was inwardly vexed at

the extent to which she had indulged in the womanly luxury of making confidences and giving way to

emotions. Few would have supposed that the calm lady sitting aristocratically at the toilet table, seeming

scarcely conscious of Cytherea's presence in the room, even when greeting her, was the passionate creature

It is both painful and satisfactory to think how often these antitheses are to be observed in the individual most

open to our observationourselves. We pass the evening with faces lit up by some flaring illumination or

other: we get up the next morningthe fiery jets have all gone out, and nothing confronts us but a few

crinkled pipes and sooty wirework, hardly even recalling the outline of the blazing picture that arrested our

Emotions would be half starved if there were no candlelight. Probably ninetenths of the gushing letters of

indiscreet confession are written after nine or ten o'clock in the evening, and sent off before day returns to

leer invidiously upon them. Few that remain open to catch our glance as we rise in the morning, survive the

The subjects uppermost in the minds of the two women who had thus cooled from their fires, were not the

visionary ones of the later hours, but the hard facts of their earlier conversation. After a remark that Cytherea

need not assist her in dressing unless she wished to, Miss Aldclyffe said abruptly

'I can tell that young man's name.' She looked keenly at Cytherea. 'It is Edward Springrove, my tenant's son.'

The inundation of colour upon the younger lady at hearing a name which to her was a world, handled as if it

'Ahit is he, is it?' she continued. 'Well, I wanted to know for practical reasons. His example shows that I

was not so far wrong in my estimate of men after all, though I only generalized, and had no thought of him.'

'Mean? Why that all the world knows him to be engaged to be married, and that the wedding is soon to take

place.' She made the remark bluntly and superciliously, as if to obtain absolution at the hands of her family

But even the frigidity of Miss Aldclyffe's morning mood was overcome by the look of sick and blank despair

which the carelessly uttered words had produced upon Cytherea's face. She sank back into a chair, and buried

'Don't be so foolish,' said Miss Aldclyffe. 'Come, make the best of it. I cannot upset the fact I have told you

'Nonsense. I liked him much as a youth, and I like him now. I'll help you to captivate and chain him down. I

have got over my absurd feeling of last night in not wanting you ever to go away from meof course, I

could not expect such a thing as that. There, now I have said I'll help you, and that's enough. He's tired of his

first choice now that he's been away from home for a while. The love that no outer attack can frighten away

quails before its idol's own homely ways; it is always so. . . . Come, finish what you are doing if you are

'Whois he engaged to?' Cytherea inquired by a movement of her lips but no sound of her voice. But Miss

Aldclyffe did not answer. It mattered not, Cytherea thought. Another womanthat was enough for her:

She applied herself to the work of dressing, scarcely knowing how. Miss Aldclyffe went on:

'You were too easily won. I'd have made him or anybody else speak out before he should have kissed my face

for his pleasure. But you are one of those precipitantly fond things who are yearning to throw away their

hearts upon the first worthless fellow who says good morning. In the first place, you shouldn't have loved

him so quickly: in the next, if you must have loved him offhand, you should have concealed it. It tickled his

To hasten away at the end of the toilet, to tell Mrs. Morriswho stood waiting in a little room prepared for

her, with tea poured out, breadandbutter cut into diaphanous slices, and eggs arranged that she wanted

no breakfast: then to shut herself alone in her bedroom, was her only thought. She was followed thither by the

wellintentioned matron with a cup of tea and one piece of bread andbutter on a tray, cheerfully insisting

To those who grieve, innocent cheerfulness seems heartless levity. 'No, thank you, Mrs. Morris,' she said,

keeping the door closed. Despite the incivility of the action, Cytherea could not bear to let a pleasant person

Immediate revocationeven if revocation would be more effective by postponementis the impulse of

young wounded natures. Cytherea went to her blottingbook, took out the long letter so carefully written, so

full of gushing remarks and tender hints, and sealed up so neatly with a little seal bearing 'Good Faith' as its

motto, tore the missive into fifty pieces, and threw them into the grate. It was then the bitterest of anguishes

to look upon some of the words she had so lovingly written, and see them existing only in mutilated forms

without meaningto feel that his eye would never read them, nobody ever know how ardently she had

Pity for one's self for being wasted is mostly present in these moods of abnegation.

The meaning of all his allusions, his abruptness in telling her of his love, his constraint at first, then his

desperate manner of speaking, was clear. They must have been the last flickerings of a conscience not quite

dead to all sense of perfidiousness and fickleness. Now he had gone to London: she would be dismissed from

his memory, in the same way as Miss Aldclyffe had said. And here she was in Edward's own parish,

reminded continually of him by what she saw and heard. The landscape, yesterday so much and so bright to

Miss Aldclyffe had wormed her secret out of her, and would now be continually mocking her for her trusting

simplicity in believing him. It was altogether unbearable: she would not stay there.

She went downstairs and found Miss Aldclyffe had gone into the breakfastroom, but that Captain Aldclyffe,

who rose later with increasing infirmities, had not yet made his appearance. Cytherea entered. Miss Aldclyffe

was looking out of the window, watching a trail of white smoke along the distant landscapesignifying a

'I am not going to stay with you. I must go awaya very long way. I am very sorry, but indeed I can't

'Poohwhat shall we hear next?' Miss Aldclyffe surveyed Cytherea's face with leisurely criticism. 'You are

breaking your heart again about that worthless young Springrove. I knew how it would be. It is as Hallam

says of Julietwhat little reason you may have possessed originally has all been whirled away by this love. I

Miss Aldclyffe took her new pet's hand, and said with severity, 'As to hindering you, if you are determined to

go, of course that's absurd. But you are not now in a state of mind fit for deciding upon any such proceeding,

and I shall not listen to what you have to say. Now, Cythie, come with me; we'll let this volcano burst and

spend itself, and after that we'll see what had better be done.' She took Cytherea into her workroom, opened a

She then preceded the maiden upstairs to Cytherea's own room. 'There,' she said, 'now sit down here, go on

with this work, and remember one thingthat you are not to leave the room on any pretext whatever for two

hours unless I send for youI insist kindly, dear. Whilst you stitchyou are to stitch, recollect, and not go

mooning out of the windowthink over the whole matter, and get cooled; don't let the foolish loveaffair

prevent your thinking as a woman of the world. If at the end of that time you still say you must leave me, you

may. I will have no more to say in the matter. Come, sit down, and promise to sit here the time I name.'

To hearts in a despairing mood, compulsion seems a relief; and docility was at all times natural to Cytherea.

She promised, and sat down. Miss Aldclyffe shut the door upon her and retreated.

She sewed, stopped to think, shed a tear or two, recollected the articles of the treaty, and sewed again; and at

A quarter of an hour might have passed when her thoughts became attracted from the past to the present by

There were hurryings along passages, opening and shutting of doors, trampling in the stableyard. She went

across into another bedroom, from which a view of the stableyard could be obtained, and arrived there just

in time to see the figure of the man who had driven her from the station vanishing down the coachroad on a

Whatever had occurred, it did not seem to be her duty to inquire or meddle with it, stranger and dependent as

she was, unless she were requested to, especially after Miss Aldclyffe's strict charge to her. She sat down

Her window commanded the front of the house; and the next thing she saw was a clergyman walk up and

All was silent again till, a long time after the first man had left, he returned again on the same horse, now

matted with sweat and trotting behind a carriage in which sat an elderly gentleman driven by a lad in livery.

The whole householdmaster, mistress, and servantsappeared to have forgotten the very existence of

such a being as Cytherea. She almost wished she had not vowed to have no idle curiosity.

Halfanhour later, the carriage drove off with the elderly gentleman, and two or three messengers left the

house, speeding in various directions. Rustics in smockfrocks began to hang about the road opposite the

Miss Aldclyffe was standing on the hearthrug, her elbow on the mantel, her hand to her temples, her eyes on

'Something very serious has taken place,' she said again, and then paused, with a tremulous movement of her

'Dead!' echoed the younger woman. It seemed impossible that the announcement could be true; that

'Yes, dead,' murmured Miss Aldclyffe solemnly. 'He died alone, though within a few feet of me. The room

'A sound I heard once before in my lifeat the deathbed of my mother. I could not identify itthough I

recognized it. Then the dog howled: you remarked it. I did not think it worth while to tell you what I had

'It would have been useless,' said Miss Aldclyffe. 'All was over by that time.' She addressed herself as much

as Cytherea when she continued, 'Is it a Providence who sent you here at this juncture that I might not be left

Till this instant Miss Aldclyffe had forgotten the reason of Cytherea's seclusion in her own room. So had

'I don't want to go now,' Cytherea had remarked simultaneously with the other's question. She was pondering

on the strange likeness which Miss Aldclyffe's bereavement bore to her own; it had the appearance of being

still another call to her not to forsake this woman so linked to her life, for the sake of any trivial vexation.

Miss Aldclyffe held her almost as a lover would have held her, and said musingly

'We get more and more into one groove. I now am left fatherless and motherless as you were.' Other ties lay

'I was always at variance with mine, and can't weep for him now! But you must stay here always, and make a

The compact was thus sealed, and Cytherea, in spite of the failure of her advertisements, was installed as a

veritable Companion. And, once more in the history of human endeavour, a position which it was impossible

to reach by any direct attempt, was come to by the seeker's swerving from the path, and regarding the original

The time of day was four o'clock in the afternoon. The place was the lady's study or boudoir, Knapwater

House. The person was Miss Aldclyffe sitting there alone, clothed in deep mourning.

The funeral of the old Captain had taken place, and his will had been read. It was very concise, and had been

executed about five years previous to his death. It was attested by his solicitors, Messrs. Nyttleton and

Tayling, of Lincoln's Inn Fields. The whole of his estate, real and personal, was bequeathed to his daughter

Cytherea, for her sole and absolute use, subject only to the payment of a legacy to the rector, their relative,

Miss Aldclyffe had not chosen the easiest chair of her boudoir to sit in, or even a chair of ordinary comfort,

but an uncomfortable, high, narrowbacked, oak framed and seated chair, which was allowed to remain in the

room only on the ground of being a companion in artistic quaintness to an old coffer beside it, and was never

used except to stand in to reach for a book from the highest row of shelves. But she had sat erect in this chair

for more than an hour, for the reason that she was utterly unconscious of what her actions and bodily feelings

were. The chair had stood nearest her path on entering the room, and she had gone to it in a dream.

She sat in the attitude which denotes unflagging, intense, concentrated thoughtas if she were cast in

bronze. Her feet were together, her body bent a little forward, and quite unsupported by the back of the chair;

At last she moved and tapped her fingers upon the table at her side. Her pentup ideas had finally found some

channel to advance in. Motions became more and more frequent as she laboured to carry further and further

the problem which occupied her brain. She sat back and drew a long breath: she sat sideways and leant her

forehead upon her hand. Later still she arose, walked up and down the roomat first abstractedly, with her

features as firmly set as ever; but by degrees her brow relaxed, her footsteps became lighter and more

leisurely; her head rode gracefully and was no longer bowed. She plumed herself like a swan after exertion.

'Yes,' she said aloud. 'To get HIM here without letting him know that I have any other object than that of

'Do you know anything about architects and surveyors?' said Miss Aldclyffe abruptly.

'Know anything?' replied Cytherea, poising herself on her toe to consider the compass of the question.

'Owen is an architect and surveyor's draughtsman,' the maiden said, and thought of somebody else who was

'Yes! that's why I asked you. What are the different kinds of work comprised in an architect's practice? They

lay out estates, and superintend the various works done upon them, I should think, among other things?'

'Those are, more properly, a land or building steward's dutiesat least I have always imagined so. Country

'I know that, child. But a steward's is an indefinite fast and loose profession, it seems to me. Shouldn't you

think that a man who had been brought up as an architect would do for a steward?'

The chief pleasure connected with asking an opinion lies in not adopting it. Miss Aldclyffe replied

'Nonsense; of course he would. Your brother Owen makes plans for country buildingssuch as cottages,

'And he knows about hedges and ditcheshow wide they ought to be, boundaries, levelling, planting trees to

keep away the winds, measuring timber, houses for ninetynine years, and such things?'

'I have never heard him say that; but I think Mr. Gradfield does those things. Owen, I am afraid, is

'Yes; your brother is not old enough for such a post yet, of course. And then there are rentdays, the audit and

winding up of tradesmen's accounts. I am afraid, Cytherea, you don't know much more about the matter than

I do myself. . . . I am going out just now,' she continued. 'I shall not want you to walk with me today. Run

Miss Aldclyffe went out of doors, and down the steps to the lawn: then turning to the left, through a

shrubbery, she opened a wicket and passed into a neglected and leafy carriagedrive, leading down the hill.

This she followed till she reached the point of its greatest depression, which was also the lowest ground in the

The trees here were so interlaced, and hung their branches so near the ground, that a whole summer's day was

scarcely long enough to change the air pervading the spot from its normal state of coolness to even a

temporary warmth. The unvarying freshness was helped by the nearness of the ground to the level of the

springs, and by the presence of a deep, sluggish stream close by, equally well shaded by bushes and a high

wall. Following the road, which now ran along at the margin of the stream, she came to an opening in the

wall, on the other side of the water, revealing a large rectangular nook from which the stream proceeded,

covered with froth, and accompanied by a dull roar. Two more steps, and she was opposite the nook, in full

view of the cascade forming its further boundary. Over the top could be seen the bright outer sky in the form

of a crescent, caused by the curve of a bridge across the rapids, and the trees above.

Beautiful as was the scene she did not look in that direction. The same standingground afforded another

prospect, straight in the front, less sombre than the water on the right or the trees all around. The avenue and

grove which flanked it abruptly terminated a few yards ahead, where the ground began to rise, and on the

remote edge of the greensward thus laid open, stood all that remained of the original manorhouse, to which

the dark marginline of the trees in the avenue formed an adequate and wellfitting frame. It was the picture

thus presented that was now interesting Miss Aldclyffenot artistically or historically, but practicallyas

In front, detached from everything else, rose the most ancient portion of the structurean old arched

gateway, flanked by the bases of two small towers, and nearly covered with creepers, which had clambered

over the eaves of the sinking roof, and up the gable to the crest of the Aldclyffe family perched on the apex.

Behind this, at a distance of ten or twenty yards, came the only portion of the main building that still

existedan Elizabethan fragment, consisting of as much as could be contained under three gables and a

cross roof behind. Against the wall could be seen ragged lines indicating the form of other destroyed gables

which had once joined it there. The mullioned and transomed windows, containing five or six lights, were

mostly bricked up to the extent of two or three, and the remaining portion fitted with cottage windowframes

carelessly inserted, to suit the purpose to which the old place was now applied, it being partitioned out into

small rooms downstairs to form cottages for two labourers and their families; the upper portion was arranged

The owner of the picturesque spot, after her survey from this point, went up to the walls and walked into the

old court, where the pavingstones were pushed sideways and upwards by the thrust of the grasses between

them. Two or three little children, with their fingers in their mouths, came out to look at her, and then ran in

to tell their mothers in loud tones of secrecy that Miss Aldclyffe was coming. Miss Aldclyffe, however, did

not come in. She concluded her survey of the exterior by making a complete circuit of the building; then

turned into a nook a short distance off where round and square timber, a sawpit, planks, grindstones, heaps

of building stone and brick, explained that the spot was the centre of operations for the building work done on

She paused, and looked around. A man who had seen her from the window of the workshops behind, came

out and respectfully lifted his hat to her. It was the first time she had been seen walking outside the house

'Strooden, could the Old House be made a decent residence of, without much trouble?' she inquired.

'You don't forget, ma'am, that twothirds of the place is already pulled down, or gone to ruin?'

''Twas so cut up inside when they made it into cottages, that the whole carcase is full of cracks.'

'Still by pulling down the inserted partitions, and adding a little outside, it could be made to answer the

'About what would it cost?' was the question which had invariably come next in every communication of this

kind to which the superintending workman had been a party during his whole experience. To his surprise,

Miss Aldclyffe did not put it. The man thought her object in altering an old house must have been an

unusually absorbing one not to prompt what was so instinctive in owners as hardly to require any prompting

'Thank you: that's sufficient, Strooden,' she said. 'You will understand that it is not unlikely some alteration

may be made here in a short time, with reference to the management of the affairs.'

'During the life of Captain Aldclyffe, with you as the foreman of works, and he himself as his own steward,

everything worked well. But now it may be necessary to have a steward, whose management will encroach

further upon things which have hitherto been left in your hands than did your late master's. What I mean is,

'O yes; if you like to stay on as foreman in the yard and workshops only. I should be sorry to lose you.

Leaving him to suspense, and all the ills that came in its train distracted application to his duties, and an

undefined number of sleepless nights and untasted dinners, Miss Aldclyffe looked at her watch and returned

to the House. She was about to keep an appointment with her solicitor, Mr. Nyttleton, who had been to

On the Saturday subsequent to Mr. Nyttleton's visit to Knapwater House, the subjoined advertisement

'A gentleman of integrity and professional skill is required immediately for the MANAGEMENT of an

ESTATE, containing about 1000 acres, upon which agricultural improvements and the erection of buildings

are contemplated. He must be a man of superior education, unmarried, and not more than thirty years of age.

Considerable preference will be shown for one who possesses an artistic as well as a practical knowledge of

planning and laying out. The remuneration will consist of a salary of 22O pounds, with the old manorhouse

as a residenceAddress Messrs. Nyttleton and Tayling, solicitors, Lincoln's Inn Fields.'

A copy of each paper was sent to Miss Aldclyffe on the day of publication. The same evening she told

Cytherea that she was advertising for a steward, who would live at the old manorhouse, showing her the

What was the drift of that remark? thought the maiden; or was it merely made to her in confidential

intercourse, as other arrangements were told her daily. Yet it seemed to have more meaning than common.

She remembered the conversation about architects and surveyors, and her brother Owen. Miss Aldclyffe

knew that his situation was precarious, that he was well educated and practical, and was applying himself

heart and soul to the details of the profession and all connected with it. Miss Aldclyffe might be ready to take

him if he could compete successfully with others who would reply. She hazarded a question:

A flat answer of this kind had ceased to alarm Cytherea. Miss Aldclyffe's blunt mood was not her worst.

Cytherea thought of another man, whose name, in spite of resolves, tears, renunciations and injured pride,

lingered in her ears like an old familiar strain. That man was qualified for a stewardship under a king.

'Would it be of any use if Edward Springrove were to answer it?' she said, resolutely enunciating the name.

'Now don't pout like a goosie, as you are. I don't want men like either of them, for, of course, I must look to

the good of the estate rather than to that of any individual. The man I want must have been more specially

educated. I have told you that we are going to London next week; it is mostly on this account.'

Cytherea found that she had mistaken the drift of Miss Aldclyffe's peculiar explicitness on the subject of

advertising, and wrote to tell her brother that if he saw the notice it would be useless to reply.

Five days after the abovementioned dialogue took place they went to London, and, with scarcely a minute's

They alighted opposite one of the characteristic entrances about the placea gate which was never, and

could never be, closed, flanked by lampstandards carrying no lamp. Rust was the only active agent to be

seen there at this time of the day and year. The palings along the front were rusted away at their base to the

thinness of wires, and the successive coats of paint, with which they were overlaid in bygone days, had been

completely undermined by the same insidious canker, which lifted off the paint in flakes, leaving the raw

surface of the iron on palings, standards, and gate hinges, of a staring bloodred.

But once inside the railings the picture changed. The court and offices were a complete contrast to the grand

ruin of the outwork which enclosed them. Wellpainted respectability extended over, within, and around the

Mr. Nyttleton, who had just come up from Margate, where he was staying with his family, was standing at

the top of his own staircase as the pair ascended. He politely took them inside.

'Is there a comfortable room in which this young lady can sit during our interview?' said Miss Aldclyffe.

It was rather a favourite habit of hers to make much of Cytherea when they were out, and snub her for it

Social definitions are all made relatively: an absolute datum is only imagined. The small gentry about

Knapwater seemed unpractised to Miss Aldclyffe, Miss Aldclyffe herself seemed unpractised to Mr.

'Now then,' the lady said, when she was alone with the lawyer; 'what is the result of our advertisement?'

It was late summer; the estateagency, building, engineering, and surveying worlds were dull. There were

Mr. Nyttleton spread them one by one before Miss Aldclyffe. 'You will probably like to read some of them

'I will not trouble you with those which are from persons manifestly unfit at first sight,' he continued; and

began selecting from the heap twos and threes which he had marked, collecting others into his hand.

'The man we want lies among these, if my judgment doesn't deceive me, and from them it would be advisable

'I should like to see every oneonly just to glance them over exactly as they came,' she said suasively.

He looked as if he thought this a waste of his time, but dismissing his sentiment unfolded each singly and laid

it before her. As he laid them out, it struck him that she studied them quite as rapidly as he could spread

them. He slyly glanced up from the outer corner of his eye to hers, and noticed that all she did was look at the

name at the bottom of the letter, and then put the enclosure aside without further ceremony. He thought this

an odd way of inquiring into the merits of fortyfive men who at considerable trouble gave in detail reasons

why they believed themselves well qualified for a certain post. She came to the final one, and put it down

Then the lady said that in her opinion it would be best to get as many replies as they possibly could before

It seemed to him, he said, that a greater number than those they already had would scarcely be necessary, and

if they waited for more, there would be this disadvantage attending it, that some of those they now could

'Never mind, we will run that risk,' said Miss Aldclyffe. 'Let the advertisement be inserted once more, and

Mr. Nyttleton bowed, and seemed to think Miss Aldclyffe, for a single woman, and one who till so very

recently had never concerned herself with business of any kind, a very meddlesome client. But she was rich,

and handsome still. 'She's a new broom in estate management as yet,' he thought. 'She will soon get tired of

this,' and he parted from her without a sentiment which could mar his habitual blandness.

The two ladies then proceeded westward. Dismissing the cab in Waterloo Place, they went along Pall Mall on

foot, where in place of the usual welldressed clubbistsrubicund with alcoholwere to be seen, in linen

pinafores, flocks of housepainters pallid from white lead. When they had reached the Green Park, Cytherea

proposed that they should sit down awhile under the young elms at the brow of the hill. This they didthe

growl of Piccadilly on their left hand the monastic seclusion of the Palace on their right: before them, the

clock tower of the Houses of Parliament, standing forth with a metallic lustre against a livid Lambeth sky.

Miss Aldclyffe still carried in her hand a copy of the newspaper, and while Cytherea had been interesting

She heaved a slight sigh, and began to fold it up again. In the action her eye caught sight of two consecutive

advertisements on the cover, one relating to some lecture on Art, and addressed to members of the Institute of

Architects. The other emanated from the same source, but was addressed to the public, and stated that the

exhibition of drawings at the Institute's rooms would close at the end of that week.

Her eye lighted up. She sent Cytherea back to the hotel in a cab, then turned round by Piccadilly into Bond

Street, and proceeded to the rooms of the Institute. The secretary was sitting in the lobby. After making her

payment, and looking at a few of the drawings on the walls, in the company of three gentlemen, the only

other visitors to the exhibition, she turned back and asked if she might be allowed to see a list of the

members. She was a little connected with the architectural world, she said, with a smile, and was interested in

'Here it is, madam,' he replied, politely handing her a pamphlet containing the names.

Miss Aldclyffe turned the leaves till she came to the letter M. The name she hoped to find there was there,

The address was at some chambers in a street not far from Charing Cross. 'Chambers,' as a residence, had

always been assumed by the lady to imply the condition of a bachelor. She murmured two words, 'There still.'

Another request had yet to be made, but it was of a more noticeable kind than the first, and might

compromise the secrecy with which she wished to act throughout this episode. Her object was to get one of

the envelopes lying on the secretary's table, stamped with the die of the Institute; and in order to get it she

But the secretary's back chanced to be turned, and he now went towards one of the men at the other end of the

room, who had called him to ask some question relating to an etching on the wall. Quick as thought, Miss

Aldclyffe stood before the table, slipped her hand behind her, took one of the envelopes and put it in her

She sauntered round the rooms for two or three minutes longer, then withdrew and returned to her hotel.

Here she cut the Knapwater advertisement from the paper, put it into the envelope she had stolen, embossed

with the society's stamp, and directed it in a round clerkly hand to the address she had seen in the list of

The two Cythereas continued at the Westminster Hotel, Miss Aldclyffe informing her companion that

business would detain them in London another week. The days passed as slowly and quietly as days can pass

in a city at that time of the year, the shuttered windows about the squares and terraces confronting their eyes

like the white and sightless orbs of blind men. On Thursday Mr. Nyttleton called, bringing the whole number

of replies to the advertisement. Cytherea was present at the interview, by Miss Aldclyffe's requesteither

Ten additional letters were the result of the second week's insertion, making fiftyfive in all. Miss Aldclyffe

'Now, then, Mr. Nyttleton, will you make a selection, and I will add one or two,' Miss Aldclyffe said.

Mr. Nyttleton scanned the whole heap of letters, testimonials, and references, sorting them into two heaps.

Manston's missive, after a mere glance, was thrown amongst the summarily rejected ones.

Miss Aldclyffe read, or pretended to read after the lawyer. When he had finished, five lay in the group he had

'No,' she said carelessly. 'Well, two or three additional ones rather took my fancy,' she added, searching for

'These eight, then, shall be communicated with,' said the lawyer, taking up the eight letters and placing them

They stood up. 'If I myself, Miss Aldclyffe, were only concerned personally,' he said, in an offhand way,

and holding up a letter singly, 'I should choose this man unhesitatingly. He writes honestly, is not afraid to

name what he does not consider himself well acquainted witha rare thing to find in answers to

advertisements; he is well recommended, and possesses some qualities rarely found in combination. Oddly

enough, he is not really a steward. He was bred a farmer, studied building affairs, served on an estate for

some time, then went with an architect, and is now well qualified as architect, estate agent, and surveyor.

That man is sure to have a fine head for a manor like yours.' He tapped the letter as he spoke. 'Yes, I should

'And I think,' she said artificially, 'I should choose this one as a matter of mere personal whim, which, of

Cytherea, after looking out of the window, and then at the newspapers, had become interested in the

proceedings between the clever Miss Aldclyffe and the keen old lawyer, which reminded her of a game at

cards. She looked inquiringly at the two lettersone in Miss Aldclyffe's hand, the other in Mr. Nyttleton's.

'His name' said the lawyer, looking down the page; 'what is his name?it is Edward Springrove.'

Miss Aldclyffe glanced towards Cytherea, who was getting red and pale by turns. She looked imploringly at

'The name of my man,' said Miss Aldclyffe, looking at her letter in turn; 'is, I thinkyesAEneas Manston.'

The next morning but one was appointed for the interviews, which were to be at the lawyer's offices. Mr.

Nyttleton and Mr. Tayling were both in town for the day, and the candidates were admitted one by one into a

private room. In the window recess was seated Miss Aldclyffe, wearing her veil down.

The lawyer had, in his letters to the selected number, timed each candidate at an interval of ten or fifteen

minutes from those preceding and following. They were shown in as they arrived, and had short

conversations with Mr. Nyttletonterse, and to the point. Miss Aldclyffe neither moved nor spoke during

this proceeding; it might have been supposed that she was quite unmindful of it, had it not been for what was

revealed by a keen penetration of the veil covering her countenancethe rays from two bright black eyes,

Springrove came fifth; Manston seventh. When the examination of all was ended, and the last man had

retired, Nyttleton, again as at the former time, blandly asked his client which of the eight she personally

preferred. 'I still think the fifth we spoke to, Springrove, the man whose letter I pounced upon at first, to be by

'I am sorry to say that I differ from you; I lean to my first notion stillthat MrMr. Manston is most

desirable in tone and bearing, and even specifically; I think he would suit me best in the long run.'

'Of course, madam, your opinion may be perfectly sound and reliable; a sort of instinct, I know, often leads

ladies by a short cut to conclusions truer than those come to by men after laborious round about

'Well, let us look first at his letter of answer to the advertisement. He didn't reply till the last insertion; that's

one thing. His letter is bold and frank in tone, so bold and frank that the second thought after reading it is that

not honesty, but unscrupulousness of conscience dictated it. It is written in an indifferent mood, as if he felt

that he was humbugging us in his statement that he was the right man for such an office, that he tried hard to

get it only as a matter of form which required that he should neglect no opportunity that came in his way.'

'You may be right, Mr. Nyttleton, but I don't quite see the grounds of your reasoning.'

'He has been, as you perceive, almost entirely used to the office duties of a city architect, the experience we

don't want. You want a man whose acquaintance with rural landed properties is more practical and

closersomebody who, if he has not filled exactly such an office before, has lived a country life, knows the

'Yes; he may beyour opinion, Miss Aldclyffe, is worth more than mine in that matter. And more than you

say, he is a man of parts his brain power would soon enable him to master details and fit him for the post, I

don't much doubt that. But to speak clearly' (here his words started off at a jogtrot) 'I wouldn't run the risk of

placing the management of an estate of mine in his hands on any account whatever. There, that's flat and

'He is a voluptuary with activity; which is a very bad form of man as bad as it is rare.'

'Oh. Thank you for your explicit statement, Mr. Nyttleton,' said Miss Aldclyffe, starting a little and flushing

Mr. Nyttleton nodded slightly, as a sort of neutral motion, simply signifying a receipt of the information,

'And I really think it is hardly worth while to trouble you further in this,' continued the lady. 'He's quite good

enough for a little insignificant place like mine at Knapwater; and I know that I could not get on with one of

'Certainly, Miss Aldclyffe,' said the lawyer. And Mr. Manston was written to, to the effect that he was the

'Did you see how unmistakably her temper was getting the better of her, that minute you were in the room?'

said Nyttleton to Tayling, when their client had left the house. Nyttleton was a man who surveyed

everybody's character in a sunless and shadowless northern light. A culpable slyness, which marked him as a

We frequently find that the quality which, conjoined with the simplicity of the child, is vice, is virtue when it

'She was as near as damnit to boiling over when I added up her man,' continued Nyttleton. 'His handsome

'He didn't. That was rather puzzling to me. But still, if ever a woman's face spoke out plainly that she was in

love with a man, hers did that she was with him. Poor old maid, she's almost old enough to be his mother. If

that Manston's a schemer he'll marry her, as sure as I am Nyttleton. Let's hope he's honest, however.'

'I don't think she's in love with him,' said Tayling. He had seen but little of the pair, and yet he could not

reconcile what he had noticed in Miss Aldclyffe's behaviour with the idea that it was the bearing of a woman

'Well, your experience of the fiery phenomenon is more recent than mine,' rejoined Nyttleton carelessly. 'And

Miss Aldclyffe's tenderness towards Cytherea, between the hours of her irascibility, increased till it became

no less than doting fondness. Like Nature in the tropics, with her hurricanes and the subsequent luxuriant

vegetation effacing their ravages, Miss Aldclyffe compensated for her outbursts by excess of generosity

afterwards. She seemed to be completely won out of herself by close contact with a young woman whose

modesty was absolutely unimpaired, and whose artlessness was as perfect as was compatible with the

complexity necessary to produce the due charm of womanhood. Cytherea, on her part, perceived with honest

satisfaction that her influence for good over Miss Aldclyffe was considerable. Ideas and habits peculiar to the

younger, which the elder lady had originally imitated as a mere whim, she grew in course of time to take a

positive delight in. Among others were evening and morning prayers, dreaming over outdoor scenes,

Yet try to force her sympathies as much as she would, Cytherea could feel no more than thankful for this,

even if she always felt as much as thankful. The mysterious cloud hanging over the past life of her

companion, of which the uncertain light already thrown upon it only seemed to render still darker the

unpenetrated remainder, nourished in her a feeling which was scarcely too slight to be called dread. She

would have infinitely preferred to be treated distantly, as the mere dependent, by such a changeable

naturelike a fountain, always herself, yet always another. That a crime of any deep dye had ever been

perpetrated or participated in by her namesake, she would not believe; but the reckless adventuring of the

Sometimes Miss Aldclyffe appeared to be on the point of making some absorbing confidence, but reflection

invariably restrained her. Cytherea hoped that such a confidence would come with time, and that she might

But Miss Aldclyffe's reticence concerning her past was not imitated by Cytherea. Though she never disclosed

the one fact of her knowledge that the lovesuit between Miss Aldclyffe and her father terminated

abnormally, the maiden's natural ingenuousness on subjects not set down for special guard had enabled Miss

Aldclyffe to worm from her, fragment by fragment, every detail of her father's history. Cytherea saw how

deeply Miss Aldclyffe sympathizedand it compensated her, to some extent, for the hasty resentments of

Thus uncertainly she lived on. It was perceived by the servants of the House that some secret bond of

connection existed between Miss Aldclyffe and her companion. But they were woman and woman, not

woman and man, the facts were ethereal and refined, and so they could not be worked up into a taking story.

Whether, as old critics disputed, a supernatural machinery be necessary to an epic or no, an ungodly

Another letter had come to her from Edwardvery short, but full of entreaty, asking why she would not

write just one linejust one line of cold friendship at least? She then allowed herself to think, little by little,

whether she had not perhaps been too harsh with him; and at last wondered if he were really much to blame

for being engaged to another woman. 'Ah, Brain, there is one in me stronger than you!' she said. The young

maid now continually pulled out his letter, read it and reread it, almost crying with pity the while, to think

what wretched suspense he must be enduring at her silence, till her heart chid her for her cruelty. She felt that

she must send him a lineone little linejust a wee line to keep him alive, poor thing; sighing like Donna

'Ah, were he now before me, In spite of injured pride, I fear my eyes would pardon Before my tongue could

It was the third week in September, about five weeks after Cytherea's arrival, when Miss Aldclyffe requested

her one day to go through the village of Carriford and assist herself in collecting the subscriptions made by

some of the inhabitants of the parish to a religious society she patronized. Miss Aldclyffe formed one of what

was called a Ladies' Association, each member of which collected tributary streams of shillings from her

Miss Aldclyffe took particular interest in Cytherea's appearance that afternoon, and the object of her attention

was, indeed, gratifying to look at. The sight of the lithe girl, set off by an airy dress, coquettish jacket,

flexible hat, a ray of starlight in each eye and a war of lilies and roses in each cheek, was a palpable pleasure

to the mistress of the mansion, yet a pleasure which appeared to partake less of the nature of affectionate

Eight names were printed in the report as belonging to Miss Aldclyffe's list, with the amount of

'I will collect the first four, whilst you do the same with the last four,' said Miss Aldclyffe.

The names of two tradespeople stood first in Cytherea's share: then came a Miss Hinton: last of all in the

printed list was Mr. Springrove the elder. Underneath his name was pencilled, in Miss Aldclyffe's

Manston had arrived on the estate, in the capacity of steward, three or four days previously, and occupied the

'Call on Mr. Manston,' said the lady impressively, looking at the name written under Cytherea's portion of the

'Yessay I should be pleased if he would,' repeated Miss Aldclyffe, smiling. 'Goodbye. Don't hurry in your

walk. If you can't get easily through your task today put off some of it till tomorrow.'

Each then started on her rounds: Cytherea going in the first place to the old manorhouse. Mr. Manston was

not indoors, which was a relief to her. She called then on the two gentlemanfarmers' wives, who soon

transacted their business with her, frigidly indifferent to her personality. A person who socially is nothing is

She then turned towards Peakhill Cottage, the residence of Miss Hinton, who lived there happily enough,

with an elderly servant and a housedog as companions. Her father, and last remaining parent, had retired

thither four years before this time, after having filled the post of editor to the Casterbridge Chronicle for

eighteen or twenty years. There he died soon after, and though comparatively a poor man, he left his daughter

sufficiently well provided for as a modest fundholder and claimant of sundry small sums in dividends to

At Cytherea's knock an inner door was heard to open and close, and footsteps crossed the passage

hesitatingly. The next minute Cytherea stood face to face with the lady herself.

Adelaide Hinton was about nineandtwenty years of age. Her hair was plentiful, like Cytherea's own; her

teeth equalled Cytherea's in regularity and whiteness. But she was much paler, and had features too

transparent to be in place among household surroundings. Her mouth expressed love less forcibly than

Cytherea's, and, as a natural result of her greater maturity, her tread was less elastic, and she was more

She had been a girl of that kind which mothers praise as not forward, by way of contrast, when disparaging

those warmer ones with whom loving is an end and not a means. Men of forty, too, said of her, 'a good

sensible wife for any man, if she cares to marry,' the caring to marry being thrown in as the vaguest

hypothesis, because she was so practical. Yet it would be singular if, in such cases, the important subject of

marriage should be excluded from manipulation by hands that are ready for practical performance in every

'Good afternoon! O yesMiss Graye, from Miss Aldclyffe's. I have seen you at church, and I am so glad you

have called! Come in. I wonder if I have change enough to pay my subscription.' She spoke girlishly.

Adelaide, when in the company of a younger woman, always levelled herself down to that younger woman's

age from a sense of justice to herselfas if, though not her own age at common law, it was in equity.

'Yes, do at any time; not only on this errand. But you must step in for a minute. Do.'

'That's right. Now you must see my houselonely, isn't it, for a single person? People said it was odd for a

young woman like me to keep on a house; but what did I care? If you knew the pleasure of locking up your

own door, with the sensation that you reigned supreme inside it, you would say it was worth the risk of being

called odd. Mr. Springrove attends to my gardening, the dog attends to robbers, and whenever there is a snake

The remark recalled, somewhat startlingly, to Cytherea's mind, that Edward had used those very words to

Miss Hinton opened an interior door and led her visitor into a small drawingroom commanding a view of

'At first I was, slightly. But I got used to the solitude. And you know a sort of commonsense will creep even

into timidity. I say to myself sometimes at night, "If I were anybody but a harmless woman, not worth the

trouble of a worm's ghost to appear to me, I should think that every sound I hear was a spirit." But you must

'I say you MUST do this, and you MUST do that, as if you were a child,' remarked Adelaide. 'A privileged

friend of mine tells me this use of the imperative comes of being so constantly in nobody's society but my

Cytherea called the friend 'she' by a rule of ladylike practice; for a woman's 'friend' is delicately assumed by

another friend to be of their own sex in the absence of knowledge to the contrary; just as cats are called she's

'"Humorous reproof:" that's not from a woman: who can reprove humorously but a man?' was the groove of

Cytherea's thought at the remark. 'Your brother reproves you, I expect,' said that innocent young lady.

'No,' said Miss Hinton, with a candid air. ''Tis only a professional man I am acquainted with.' She looked out

Women are persistently imitative. No sooner did a thought flash through Cytherea's mind that the man was a

Few women, if taxed with having an admirer, are so free from vanity as to deny the impeachment, even if it is

utterly untrue. When it does happen to be true, they look pityingly away from the person who is so benighted

'There nowMiss Hinton; you are engaged to be married!' said Cytherea accusingly.

The word 'engaged' had no sooner passed Cytherea's lips than the sound of itthe mere sound of her own

lipscarried her mind to the time and circumstances under which Miss Aldclyffe had used it towards

herself. A sickening thought followedbased but on a mere surmise; yet its presence took every other idea

away from Cytherea's mind. Miss Hinton had used Edward's words about towns; she mentioned Mr.

Springrove as attending to her garden. It could not be that Edward was the man! that Miss Aldclyffe had

'Are you going to be married soon?' she inquired, with a steadiness the result of a sort of fascination, but

Now that the subject was well in hand, Adelaide wanted no more prompting. 'You won't tell anybody if I

'What's his name?' said Cytherea flatly. Her breath and heart had begun their old tricks, and came and went

'No,' said Adelaide. 'But now, you shall see him first; come here;' and she led the way upstairs into her

bedroom. There, standing on the dressing table in a little frame, was the unconscious portrait of Edward

'Yes, of course I am,' her companion replied, but in the tone of one who 'lived in Abraham's bosom all the

year,' and was therefore untouched by solemn thought at the fact. 'He's my cousina native of this village.

We were engaged before my father's death left me so lonely. I was only twenty, and a much greater belle than

I am now. We know each other thoroughly, as you may imagine. I give him a little sermonizing now and

'O, it's only in fun. He's very naughty sometimesnot really, you knowbut he will look at any pretty face

Storing up this statement of his susceptibility as another item to be miserable upon when she had time, 'How

'Well, you know how things do come to women's ears. He used to live at Budmouth as an assistantarchitect,

and I found out that a young giddy thing of a girl who lives there somewhere took his fancy for a day or two.

But I don't feel jealous at allour engagement is so matteroffact that neither of us can be jealous. And it

was a mere flirtationshe was too silly for him. He's fond of rowing, and kindly gave her an airing for an

evening or two. I'll warrant they talked the most unmitigated rubbish under the sunall shallowness and

pastime, just as everything is at watering placesneither of them caring a bit for the othershe giggling

Concentrated essence of woman pervaded the room rather than air. 'She DIDN'T! and it WASN'T

shallowness!' Cytherea burst out, with brimming eyes. ''Twas deep deceit on one side, and entire confidence

on the otheryes, it was!' The pentup emotion had swollen and swollen inside the young thing till the dam

could no longer embay it. The instant the words were out she would have given worlds to have been able to

'Do you know heror him?' said Miss Hinton, starting with suspicion at the warmth shown.

The two rivals had now lost their personality quite. There was the same keen brightness of eye, the same

movement of the mouth, the same mind in both, as they looked doubtingly and excitedly at each other. As is

invariably the case with women when a man they care for is the subject of an excitement among them, the

situation abstracted the differences which distinguished them as individuals, and left only the properties

Cytherea caught at the chance afforded her of not betraying herself. 'Yes, I know her,' she said.

'Well,' said Miss Hinton, 'I am really vexed if my speaking so lightly of any friend of yours has hurt your

'O, never mind,' Cytherea returned; 'it doesn't matter, Miss Hinton. I think I must leave you now. I have to

Miss Hinton, in a perplexed state of mind, showed her visitor politely downstairs to the door. Here Cytherea

She persevered in her duties with a wayward pleasure in giving herself misery, as was her wont. Mr.

Springrove's name was next on the list, and she turned towards his dwelling, the Three Tranters Inn.

The cottages along Carriford village street were not so close but that on one side or other of the road was

always a hedge of hawthorn or privet, over or through which could be seen gardens or orchards rich with

produce. It was about the middle of the early apple harvest, and the laden trees were shaken at intervals by

the gatherers; the soft pattering of the falling crop upon the grassy ground being diversified by the loud rattle

of vagrant ones upon a rail, hencoop, basket, or leanto roof, or upon the rounded and stooping backs of the

collectorsmostly children, who would have cried bitterly at receiving such a smart blow from any other

The Three Tranters Inn, a manygabled, mediaeval building, constructed almost entirely of timber, plaster,

and thatch, stood close to the line of the roadside, almost opposite the churchyard, and was connected with a

row of cottages on the left by thatched outbuildings. It was an uncommonly characteristic and handsome

specimen of the genuine roadside inn of bygone times; and standing on one of the great highways in this part

of England, had in its time been the scene of as much of what is now looked upon as the romantic and genial

experience of stagecoach travelling as any haltingplace in the country. The railway had absorbed the whole

stream of traffic which formerly flowed through the village and along by the ancient door of the inn, reducing

the emptyhanded landlord, who used only to farm a few fields at the back of the house, to the necessity of

eking out his attenuated income by increasing the extent of his agricultural business if he would still maintain

his social standing. Next to the general stillness pervading the spot, the long line of outbuildings adjoining the

house was the most striking and saddening witness to the passedaway fortunes of the Three Tranters Inn. It

was the bulk of the original stabling, and where once the hoofs of twoscore horses had daily rattled over the

stony yard, to and from the stalls within, thick grass now grew, whilst the line of roofsonce so

straightover the decayed stalls, had sunk into vast hollows till they seemed like the cheeks of toothless age.

On a green plot at the other end of the building grew two or three large, widespreading elmtrees, from

which the sign was suspended representing the three men called tranters (irregular carriers), standing side

by side, and exactly alike to a hair'sbreadth, the grain of the wood and joints of the boards being visible

through the thin paint depicting their forms, which were still further disfigured by red stains running

Under the trees now stood a cidermill and press, and upon the spot sheltered by the boughs were gathered

Mr. Springrove himself, his men, the parish clerk, two or three other men, grinders and supernumeraries, a

woman with an infant in her arms, a flock of pigeons, and some little boys with straws in their mouths,

endeavouring, whenever the men's backs were turned, to get a sip of the sweet juice issuing from the vat.

Edward Springrove the elder, the landlord, now more particularly a farmer, and for two months in the year a

cidermaker, was an employer of labour of the old school, who worked himself among his men. He was now

engaged in packing the pomace into horsehair bags with a rammer, and Gad Weedy, his man, was occupied

in shovelling up more from a tub at his side. The shovel shone like silver from the action of the juice, and

ever and anon, in its motion to and fro, caught the rays of the declining sun and reflected them in bristling

Mr. Springrove had been too young a man when the pristine days of the Three Tranters had departed for ever

to have much of the host left in him now. He was a poet with a rough skin: one whose sturdiness was more

the result of external circumstances than of intrinsic nature. Too kindly constituted to be very provident, he

was yet not imprudent. He had a quiet humorousness of disposition, not out of keeping with a frequent

melancholy, the general expression of his countenance being one of abstraction. Like Walt Whitman he felt

On the present occasion he wore gaiters and a leathern apron, and worked with his shirtsleeves rolled up

beyond his elbows, disclosing solid and fleshy rather than muscular arms. They were stained by the cider, and

two or three brown applepips from the pomace he was handling were to be seen sticking on them here and

The other prominent figure was that of Richard Crickett, the parish clerk, a kind of Bowdlerized rake, who

ate only as much as a woman, and had the rheumatism in his left hand. The remainder of the group,

brownfaced peasants, wore smockfrocks embroidered on the shoulders with hearts and diamonds, and

were girt round their middle with a strap, another being worn round the right wrist.

'Just a glimpse of him; but 'twas just enough to show me that he's not here for long.'

'Yes, yes, naibour Crickett,' said Springrove, 'but she'll vlee in a passionall the fat will be in the fireand

there's an end o't. . . . Yes, she is a one,' continued the farmer, resting, raising his eyes, and reading the

'She is,' said Gad, resting too (it is wonderful how prompt a journeyman is in following his master's initiative

'She has such a temper,' said the farmer, 'and is so wilful too. You may as well try to stop a footpath as stop

her when she has taken anything into her head. I'd as soon grind little green crabs all day as live wi' her.'

''Tis a temper she hev, 'tis,' the clerk replied, 'though I be a servant of the Church that say it. But she isn't goen

The audience waited for the continuation of the speech, as if they knew from experience the exact distance

The clerk swallowed nothing as if it were a great deal, and then went on, 'There's some'at between 'em: mark

''A did, truly,' said Gad Weedy, at the same time taking an apple from the hopper of the mill, eating a piece,

'And she kept her eye upon en all the service, her face flickeren between red and white, but never stoppen at

'Well,' said the clerk, 'you don't call her the kind o' woman to make mistakes in just trotten through the

Mr. Springrove nodded again, and gave a twist to the screw of the press, followed in the movement by Gad at

the other side; the two grinders expressing by looks of the greatest concern that, if Miss Aldclyffe were as

'Yes, as right in the service o' God as I be myself,' repeated the clerk. 'But last Sunday, when we were in the

tenth commandment, says she, "Incline our hearts to keep this law," says she, when 'twas "Laws in our hearts,

we beseech Thee," all the church through. Her eye was upon HIMshe was quite lost"Hearts to keep this

law," says she; she was no more than a mere shadder at that tenth timea mere shadder. You mi't ha'

mouthed across to her "Laws in our hearts we beseech Thee," fifty times overshe'd never ha' noticed ye.

'Then she's a bigger stunpoll than I took her for,' said Mr. Springrove. 'Why, she's old enough to be his

'The row'll be between her and that young Curlywig, you'll see. She won't run the risk of that pretty face

'I wonder you could stand third in that list, Clerk Crickett,' said Mr. Springrove.

'Well, 't has been a power o' marvel to myself oftentimes. Yes, matrimony do begin wi' "Dearly beloved," and

ends wi' "Amazement," as the prayerbook says. But what could I do, naibour Springrove? 'Twas ordained to

be. Well do I call to mind what your poor lady said to me when I had just married. "Ah, Mr. Crickett," says

she, "your wife will soon settle you as she did her other two: here's a glass o' rum, for I shan't see your poor

face this time next year." I swallered the rum, called again next year, and said, "Mrs. Springrove, you gave

me a glass o' rum last year because I was going to diehere I be alive still, you see." "Well said, clerk!

Here's two glasses for you now, then," says she. "Thank you, mem," I said, and swallered the rum. Well, dang

my old sides, next year I thought I'd call again and get three. And call I did. But she wouldn't give me a drop

o' the commonest. "No, clerk," says she, "you be too tough for a woman's pity.". . . Ah, poor soul, 'twas true

enough! Here be I, that was expected to die, alive and hard as a nail, you see, and there's she moulderen in her

'I used to think 'twas your wife's fate not to have a liven husband when I zid 'em die off so,' said Gad.

'Fate? Bless thy simplicity, so 'twas her fate; but she struggled to have one, and would, and did. Fate's nothen

'I suppose, then, that Fate is a He, like us, and the Lord, and the rest o' 'em up above there,' said Gad, lifting

'Hullo! Here's the young woman comen that we were atalken about bynow,' said a grinder, suddenly

The two grinders stood and regarded Cytherea as if she had been a ship tacking into a harbour, nearly

'Stylish accoutrements about the head and shoulders, to my thinken,' said the clerk. 'Sheenen curls, and plenty

'If there's one kind of pride more excusable than another in a young woman, 'tis being proud of her hair,' said

'Dear man!the pride there is only a small piece o' the whole. I warrant now, though she can show such a

'Come, Clerk Crickett, let the maid be a maid while she is a maid,' said Farmer Springrove chivalrously.

'"The chimneysweeper's daughter Sue As I have heard declare, O, Although she's neither sock nor shoe Will

Cytherea was rather disconcerted at finding that the gradual cessation of the chopping of the mill was on her

account, and still more when she saw all the cidermakers' eyes fixed upon her except Mr. Springrove's,

whose natural delicacy restrained him. She neared the plot of grass, but instead of advancing further,

Mr. Springrove perceived her embarrassment, which was relieved when she saw his oldestablished figure

'I know your errand, missie,' he said, 'and am glad to see you, and attend to it. I'll step indoors.'

'Then if so be you really wouldn't mind, we'll wring down this last filling to let it drain all night?'

'We are only just grinding down the early pickthongs and griffins,' continued the farmer, in a halfapologetic

tone for detaining by his cidermaking any welldressed woman. 'They rot as black as a chimneycrook if

we keep 'em till the regulars turn in.' As he spoke he went back to the press, Cytherea keeping at his elbow.

'I'm later than I should have been by rights,' he continued, taking up a lever for propelling the screw, and

beckoning to the men to come forward. 'The truth is, my son Edward had promised to come to day, and I

made preparations; but instead of him comes a letter: "London, September the eighteenth, Dear Father," says

'No, poor mortal fellow, no. He tried for this one here, you know, but couldn't manage to get it. I don't know

the rights o' the matter, but willynilly they wouldn't have him for steward. Now mates, form in line.'

Springrove, the clerk, the grinders, and Gad, all ranged themselves behind the lever of the screw, and walked

'The man that the old quean hev got is a man you can hardly get upon your tongue to gainsay, by the look o'

'One o' them people that can contrive to be thought no worse o' for stealen a horse than another man for

'Well, he's all there as steward, and is quite the gentlemanno doubt about that.'

'I said, I'll give Ted a good education if it do cost me my eyes, and I would have done it.'

'But he took to books and drawing naturally, and cost very little; and as a windup the womenfolk hatched up

'Uncertainbut soon, I suppose. Edward, you see, can do anything pretty nearly, and yet can't get a

straightforward living. I wish sometimes I had kept him here, and let professions go. But he was such a one

Gad Weedy looked with a placid criticism at Cytherea as she withdrew with the farmer.

'I could tell by the tongue o' her that she didn't take her degrees in our county,' he said in an undertone.

Save the withered old flies, which were quite tame from the solitude, not a being was in the house. Nobody

seemed to have entered it since the last passenger had been called out to mount the last stagecoach that had

'Yes, the Inn and I seem almost a pair of fossils,' the farmer replied, looking at the room and then at himself.

'O, Mr. Springrove,' said Cytherea, suddenly recollecting herself; 'I am much obliged to you for

recommending me to Miss Aldclyffe.' She began to warm towards the old man; there was in him a gentleness

'Recommending? Not at all, miss. Tedthat's my sonTed said a fellowdraughtsman of his had a sister

who wanted to be doing something in the world, and I mentioned it to the housekeeper, that's all. Ay, I miss

'Yes,' he continued, 'sometimes I can't help feeling uneasy about him. You know, he seems not made for a

town life exactly: he gets very queer over it sometimes, I think. Perhaps he'll be better when he's married to

A halfimpatient feeling arose in her, like that which possesses a sick person when he hears a recentlystruck

'He used tohe doesn't show it so much now; but that's because he's older. You see, it was several years ago

they first walked together as young man and young woman. She's altered too from what she was when he first

'O, she's more sensible by half. When he used to write to her she'd creep up the lane and look back over her

shoulder, and slide out the letter, and read a word and stand in thought looking at the hills and seeing none.

Then the cuckoo would cryaway the letter would slip, and she'd start wi' fright at the mere bird, and have a

He came forward with the money and dropped it into her hand. His thoughts were still with Edward, and he

''Tis so seldom I get a gentlewoman to speak to that I can't help speaking to you, Miss Graye, on my fears for

Edward; I sometimes am afraid that he'll never get onthat he'll die poor and despised under the worst

mental conditions, a keen sense of having been passed in the race by men whose brains are nothing to his

own, all through his seeing too far into thingsbeing discontented with makeshiftsthinking o' perfection

in things, and then sickened that there's no such thing as perfection. I shan't be sorry to see him marry, since it

He let go her hand and accompanied her to the door saying, 'If you should care to walk this way and talk to an

old man once now and then, it will be a great delight to him, Miss Graye. Goodevening to ye. . . . Ah look! a

'No, thank you, Mr. Springrove. Good evening,' she said in a low voice, and hurried away. One thought still

She followed the road into a bower of trees, overhanging it so densely that the pass appeared like a rabbit's

burrow, and presently reached a side entrance to the park. The clouds rose more rapidly than the farmer had

anticipated: the sheep moved in a trail, and complained incoherently. Livid grey shades, like those of the

modern French painters, made a mystery of the remote and dark parts of the vista, and seemed to insist upon

a suspension of breath. Before she was halfway across the park the thunder rumbled distinctly.

The direction in which she had to go would take her close by the old manorhouse. The air was perfectly

still, and between each low rumble of the thunder behind she could hear the roar of the waterfall before her,

and the creak of the engine among the bushes hard by it. Hurrying on, with a growing dread of the gloom and

of the approaching storm, she drew near the Old House, now rising before her against the dark foliage and

On the flight of steps, which descended from a terrace in front to the level of the park, stood a man. He

appeared, partly from the relief the position gave to his figure, and partly from fact, to be of towering height.

It was necessary for Cytherea to pass directly across the line of his front. She felt so reluctant to do this, that

she was about to turn under the trees out of the path and enter it again at a point beyond the Old House; but

he had seen her, and she came on mechanically, unconsciously averting her face a little, and dropping her

Her eyes unswervingly lingered along the path until they fell upon another path branching in a right line from

the path she was pursuing. It came from the steps of the Old House. 'I am exactly opposite him now,' she

She, interpreting his question by her feelings at the moment, assumed himself to be the object of fear, if any.

She must turn to him now. 'I think it is going to rain,' she remarked for the sake of saying something.

He could not conceal his surprise and admiration of her face and bearing. He said courteously, 'It may

'No.' Fearing his courtesy arose from a belief that he was addressing a woman of higher station than was hers,

'O, Miss Aldclyffe's companion. Then will you be kind enough to take a subscription to her? She sent to me

this afternoon to ask me to become a subscriber to her Society, and I was out. Of course I'll subscribe if she

'Yes; let me seewhat Society did she say it was? I am afraid I haven't enough money in my pocket, and yet

it would be a satisfaction to her to have practical proof of my willingness. I'll get it, and be out in one minute.'

He entered the house and was at her side again within the time he had named. 'This is it,' he said pleasantly.

She held up her hand. The soft tips of his fingers brushed the palm of her glove as he placed the money

'I think after all,' he continued, 'that the rain is upon us, and will drench you before you reach the House. Yes:

He pointed to a round wet spot as large as a nasturtium leaf, which had suddenly appeared upon the white

'You had better come into the porch. It is not nearly night yet. The clouds make it seem later than it really is.'

Heavy drops of rain, followed immediately by a forked flash of lightning and sharp rattling thunder

compelled her, willingly or no, to accept his invitation. She ascended the steps, stood beside him just within

the porch, and for the first time obtained a series of short views of his person, as they waited there in silence.

He was an extremely handsome man, wellformed, and welldressed, of an age which seemed to be two or

three years less than thirty. The most striking point in his appearance was the wonderful, almost preternatural,

clearness of his complexion. There was not a blemish or speck of any kind to mar the smoothness of its

surface or the beauty of its hue. Next, his forehead was square and broad, his brows straight and firm, his

eyes penetrating and clear. By collecting the round of expressions they gave forth, a person who theorized on

such matters would have imbibed the notion that their owner was of a nature to kick against the pricks; the

last man in the world to put up with a position because it seemed to be his destiny to do so; one who took

upon himself to resist fate with the vindictive determination of a Theomachist. Eyes and forehead both would

have expressed keenness of intellect too severely to be pleasing, had their force not been counteracted by the

lines and tone of the lips. These were full and luscious to a surprising degree, possessing a womanlike

softness of curve, and a ruby redness so intense, as to testify strongly to much susceptibility of heart where

feminine beauty was concerneda susceptibility that might require all the ballast of brain with which he had

His manner was rather elegant than good: his speech wellfinished and unconstrained.

The pause in their discourse, which had been caused by the peal of thunder was unbroken by either for a

minute or two, during which the ears of both seemed to be absently following the low roar of the waterfall as

it became gradually rivalled by the increasing rush of rain upon the trees and herbage of the grove. After her

short looks at him, Cytherea had turned her head towards the avenue for a while, and now, glancing back

again for an instant, she discovered that his eyes were engaged in a steady, though delicate, regard of her face

At this moment, by reason of the narrowness of the porch, their dresses touched, and remained in contact.

His clothes are something exterior to every man; but to a woman her dress is part of her body. Its motions are

all present to her intelligence if not to her eyes; no man knows how his coattails swing. By the slightest

hyperbole it may be said that her dress has sensation. Crease but the very Ultima Thule of fringe or flounce,

and it hurts her as much as pinching her. Delicate antennae, or feelers, bristle on every outlying frill. Go to

the uppermost: she is there; tread on the lowest: the fair creature is there almost before you.

Thus the touch of clothes, which was nothing to Manston, sent a thrill through Cytherea, seeing, moreover,

that he was of the nature of a mysterious stranger. She looked out again at the storm, but still felt him. At last

to escape the sensation she moved away, though by so doing it was necessary to advance a little into the rain.

'Look, the rain is coming into the porch upon you,' he said. 'Step inside the door.'

'Perfectly safe, I assure you,' he added, laughing, and holding the door open. 'You shall see what a state of

disorganization I am in boxes on boxes, furniture, straw, crockery, in every form of transposition. An old

woman is in the back quarters somewhere, beginning to put things to rights. . . . You know the inside of the

'O well, come along. Here, you see, they have made a door through, here, they have put a partition dividing

the old hall into two, one part is now my parlour; there they have put a plaster ceiling, hiding the old

chestnutcarved roof because it was too high and would have been chilly for me; you see, being the original

hall, it was open right up to the top, and here the lord of the manor and his retainers used to meet and be

merry by the light from the monstrous fire which shone out from that monstrous fireplace, now narrowed to

a mere nothing for my grate, though you can see the old outline still. I almost wish I could have had it in its

'Yes, exactly. Well, perhaps the wish is not deepseated. You will see how the things are tumbled in anyhow,

packingcases and all. The only piece of ornamental furniture yet unpacked is this one.'

'Yes, an organ. I made it myself, except the pipes. I opened the case this afternoon to commence soothing

myself at once. It is not a very large one, but quite big enough for a private house. You play, I dare say?'

'You would soon acquire the touch for an organ, though it would spoil your touch for the piano. Not that that

'Nono. What I mean is, that the men who despise pianos do it as a rule from their teeth, merely for

fashion's sake, because cleverer men have said it before themnot from the experience of their ears.'

Now Cytherea all at once broke into a blush at the consciousness of a great snub she had been guilty of in her

eagerness to explain herself. He charitably expressed by a look that he did not in the least mind her blunder, if

it were one; and this attitude forced him into a position of mental superiority which vexed her.

'I play for my private amusement only,' he said. 'I have never learned scientifically. All I know is what I

The thunder, lightning, and rain had now increased to a terrific force. The clouds, from which darts, forks,

zigzags, and balls of fire continually sprang, did not appear to be more than a hundred yards above their

heads, and every now and then a flash and a peal made gaps in the steward's descriptions. He went towards

the organ, in the midst of a volley which seemed to shake the aged house from foundations to chimney.

'O yes. Why not now?' he said. 'You can't go home, and therefore we may as well be amused, if you don't

mind sitting on this box. The few chairs I have unpacked are in the other room.'

Without waiting to see whether she sat down or not, he turned to the organ and began extemporizing a

harmony which meandered through every variety of expression of which the instrument was capable.

'What a splendid flash!' he said, as the lightning again shone in through the mullioned window, which, of a

proportion to suit the whole extent of the original hall, was much too large for the present room. The thunder

pealed again. Cytherea, in spite of herself, was frightened, not only at the weather, but at the general

'I wish Ithe lightning wasn't so bright. Do you think it will last long?' she said timidly.

'It can't last much longer,' he murmured, without turning, running his fingers again over the keys. 'But this is

nothing,' he continued, suddenly stopping and regarding her. 'It seems brighter because of the deep shadow

He had faced the window, looking fixedly at the sky with his dark strong eyes. She seemed compelled to do

The flash came; but he did not turn or blink, keeping his eyes fixed as firmly as before. 'There,' he said,

'Nonsensenot lightning of this sortI shouldn't have stared at it if there had been danger. It is only

sheetlightning now. Now, will you have another piece? Something from an oratorio this time?'

'No, thank youI don't want to hear it whilst it thunders so.' But he had begun without heeding her answer,

and she stood motionless again, marvelling at the wonderful indifference to all external circumstance which

'H'mbecause I like them, I suppose,' said he lightly. 'Don't you like sad impressions sometimes?'

'I am troubled.' He said this thoughtfully and abruptlyso abruptly that she did not push the dialogue further.

He now played more powerfully. Cytherea had never heard music in the completeness of full orchestral

power, and the tones of the organ, which reverberated with considerable effect in the comparatively small

space of the room, heightened by the elemental strife of light and sound outside, moved her to a degree out of

proportion to the actual power of the mere notes, practised as was the hand that produced them. The varying

strainsnow loud, now soft; simple, complicated, weird, touching, grand, boisterous, subdued; each phase

distinct, yet modulating into the next with a graceful and easy flowshook and bent her to themselves, as a

gushing brook shakes and bends a shadow cast across its surface. The power of the music did not show itself

so much by attracting her attention to the subject of the piece, as by taking up and developing as its libretto

the poem of her own life and soul, shifting her deeds and intentions from the hands of her judgment and

She was swayed into emotional opinions concerning the strange man before her; new impulses of thought

came with new harmonies, and entered into her with a gnawing thrill. A dreadful flash of lightning then, and

the thunder close upon it. She found herself involuntarily shrinking up beside him, and looking with parted

He turned his eyes and saw her emotion, which greatly increased the ideal element in her expressive face. She

was in the state in which woman's instinct to conceal has lost its power over her impulse to tell; and he saw it.

Bending his handsome face over her till his lips almost touched her ear, he murmured, without breaking the

'Let me seetomorrow evening at seven or a few minutes past I shall be passing the waterfall on my way

home. I could conveniently give it you there, and I should like you to have it.'

The storm had by this time considerably decreased in violence, and in seven or ten minutes the sky partially

cleared, the clouds around the western horizon becoming lighted up with the rays of the sinking sun.

Cytherea drew a long breath of relief, and prepared to go away. She was full of a distressing sense that her

detention in the old manor house, and the acquaintanceship it had set on foot, was not a thing she wished. It

was such a foolish thing to have been excited and dragged into frankness by the wiles of a stranger.

'Allow me to come with you,' he said, accompanying her to the door, and again showing by his behaviour

how much he was impressed with her. His influence over her had vanished with the musical chords, and she

'No, no. The distance is not a quarter of a mileit is really not necessary, thank you,' she said quietly. And

wishing him good evening, without meeting his eyes, she went down the steps, leaving him standing at the

'O, how is it that man has so fascinated me?' was all she could think. Her own self, as she had sat spellbound

before him, was all she could see. Her gait was constrained, from the knowledge that his eyes were upon her

until she had passed the hollow by the waterfall, and by ascending the rise had become hidden from his view

The wet shining road threw the western glare into her eyes with an invidious lustre which rendered the

restlessness of her mood more wearying. Her thoughts flew from idea to idea without asking for the slightest

link of connection between one and another. One moment she was full of the wild music and stirring scene

with Manstonthe next, Edward's image rose before her like a shadowy ghost. Then Manston's black eyes

seemed piercing her again, and the reckless voluptuous mouth appeared bending to the curves of his special

words. What could be those troubles to which he had alluded? Perhaps Miss Aldclyffe was at the bottom of

On coming into Miss Aldclyffe's presence Cytherea told her of the incident, not without a fear that she would

burst into one of her ungovernable fits of temper at learning Cytherea's slight departure from the programme.

But, strangely to Cytherea, Miss Aldclyffe looked delighted. The usual crossexamination followed.

'A very important remark, that. Did he' she turned her glance full upon the girl, and eyeing her searchingly,

'Nothing,' said Cytherea, returning her gaze calmly, 'except that I was to give you the subscription.'

After saying the word, Miss Aldclyffe relapsed into silence. Such behaviour as this had ended, on most

previous occasions, by her making a confession, and Cytherea expected one now. But for once she was

When she had returned to her room she sat down and penned a farewell letter to Edward Springrove, as little

able as any other excitable and brimming young woman of nineteen to feel that the wisest and only dignified

course at that juncture was to do nothing at all. She told him that, to her painful surprise, she had learnt that

his engagement to another woman was a matter of notoriety. She insisted that all honour bade him marry his

early lovea woman far better than her unworthy self, who only deserved to be forgotten, and begged him to

remember that he was not to see her face again. She upbraided him for levity and cruelty in meeting her so

frequently at Budmouth, and above all in stealing the kiss from her lips on the last evening of the water

excursions. 'I never, never can forget it!' she said, and then felt a sensation of having done her duty,

ostensibly persuading herself that her reproaches and commands were of such a force that no man to whom

Yet it was all unconsciously said in words which betrayed a lingering tenderness of love at every unguarded

turn. Like Beatrice accusing Dante from the chariot, try as she might to play the superior being who

contemned such mere eyesensuousness, she betrayed at every point a pretty woman's jealousy of a rival, and

covertly gave her old lover hints for excusing himself at each fresh indictment.

This done, Cytherea, still in a practical mood, upbraided herself with weakness in allowing a stranger like Mr.

Manston to influence her as he had done that evening. What right on earth had he to suggest so suddenly that

she might meet him at the waterfall to receive his music? She would have given much to be able to annihilate

the ascendency he had obtained over her during that extraordinary interval of melodious sound. Not being

able to endure the notion of his living a minute longer in the belief he was then holding, she took her pen and

'I find I cannot meet you at seven o'clock by the waterfall as I promised. The emotion I felt made me forgetful

A great statesman thinks several times, and acts; a young lady acts, and thinks several times. When, a few

minutes later, she saw the postman carry off the bag containing one of the letters, and a messenger with the

other, she, for the first time, asked herself the question whether she had acted very wisely in writing to either

The foremost figure within Cytherea's horizon, exclusive of the inmates of Knapwater House, was now the

steward, Mr. Manston. It was impossible that they should live within a quarter of a mile of each other, be

engaged in the same service, and attend the same church, without meeting at some spot or another, twice or

thrice a week. On Sundays, in her pew, when by chance she turned her head, Cytherea found his eyes waiting

desirously for a glimpse of hers, and, at first more strangely, the eyes of Miss Aldclyffe furtively resting on

him. On coming out of church he frequently walked beside Cytherea till she reached the gate at which

residents in the House turned into the shrubbery. By degrees a conjecture grew to a certainty. She knew that

But a strange fact was connected with the development of his love. He was palpably making the strongest

efforts to subdue, or at least to hide, the weakness, and as it sometimes seemed, rather from his own

conscience than from surrounding eyes. Hence she found that not one of his encounters with her was

anything more than the result of pure accident. He made no advances whatever: without avoiding her, he

never sought her: the words he had whispered at their first interview now proved themselves to be quite as

much the result of unguarded impulse as was her answer. Something held him back, bound his impulse down,

but she saw that it was neither pride of his person, nor fear that she would refuse hima course she

unhesitatingly resolved to take should he think fit to declare himself. She was interested in him and his

marvellous beauty, as she might have been in some fascinating panther or leopardfor some undefinable

reason she shrank from him, even whilst she admired. The keynote of her nature, a warm 'precipitance of

soul,' as Coleridge happily writes it, which Manston had so directly pounced upon at their very first

The state of mind was, on the whole, a dangerous one for a young and inexperienced woman; and perhaps the

circumstance which, more than any other, led her to cherish Edward's image now, was that he had taken no

notice of the receipt of her letter, stating that she discarded him. It was plain then, she said, that he did not

care deeply for her, and she thereupon could not quite leave off caring deeply for him:

The month of October passed, and November began its course. The inhabitants of the village of Carriford

grew weary of supposing that Miss Aldclyffe was going to marry her steward. New whispers arose and

became very distinct (though they did not reach Miss Aldclyffe's ears) to the effect that the steward was

deeply in love with Cytherea Graye. Indeed, the fact became so obvious that there was nothing left to say

about it except that their marriage would be an excellent one for both;for her in point of comfortand for

As circles in a pond grow wider and wider, the next fact, which at first had been patent only to Cytherea

herself, in due time spread to her neighbours, and they, too, wondered that he made no overt advances. By the

middle of November, a theory made up of a combination of the other two was received with general favour:

its substance being that a guilty intrigue had been commenced between Manston and Miss Aldclyffe, some

years before, when he was a very young man, and she still in the enjoyment of some womanly beauty, but

now that her seniority began to grow emphatic she was becoming distasteful to him. His fear of the effect of

the lady's jealousy would, they said, thus lead him to conceal from her his new attachment to Cytherea.

Almost the only woman who did not believe this was Cytherea herself, on unmistakable grounds, which were

hidden from all besides. It was not only in public, but even more markedly in secluded places, on occasions

when gallantry would have been safe from all discovery, that this guarded course of action was pursued, all

It was on a Friday in this month of November that Owen Graye paid a visit to his sister.

His zealous integrity still retained for him the situation at Budmouth, and in order that there should be as little

interruption as possible to his duties there, he had decided not to come to Knapwater till late in the afternoon,

and to return to Budmouth by the first train the next morning, Miss Aldclyffe having made a point of

frequently offering him lodging for an unlimited period, to the great pleasure of Cytherea.

He reached the house about four o'clock, and ringing the bell, asked of the page who answered it for Miss

When Graye spoke the name of his sister, Manston, who was just coming out from an interview with Miss

Aldclyffe, passed him in the vestibule and heard the question. The steward's face grew hot, and he secretly

clenched his hands. He half crossed the court, then turned his head and saw that the lad still stood at the door,

'Then, why the devil didn't you say so before!' Manston exclaimed, and again went on his way.

'Of course, that was not the man of my dreamsof course, it couldn't be!' he said to himself. 'That I should

be such a fool such an utter fool. Good God! to allow a girl to influence me like this, day after day, till I

am jealous of her very brother. A lady's dependent, a waif, a helpless thing entirely at the mercy of the world;

yes, curse it; that is just why it is; that fact of her being so helpless against the blows of circumstances which

He went down the drive and out of the park, having started to proceed to an outlying spot on the estate

concerning some draining, and to call at the potter's yard to make an arrangement for the supply of pipes. But

a remark which Miss Aldclyffe had dropped in relation to Cytherea was what still occupied his mind, and had

been the immediate cause of his excitement at the sight of her brother. Miss Aldclyffe had meaningly

remarked during their intercourse, that Cytherea was wildly in love with Edward Springrove, in spite of his

'How I am harassed!' he said aloud, after deep thought for halfan hour, while still continuing his walk with

the greatest vehemence. 'How I am harassed by these emotions of mine!' He calmed himself by an effort.

'Well, duty after all it shall be, as nearly as I can effect it. "Honesty is the best policy;"' with which vigorously

uttered resolve he once more attempted to turn his attention to the prosy object of his journey.

The evening had closed in to a dark and dreary night when the steward came from the potter's door to proceed

homewards again. The gloom did not tend to raise his spirits, and in the total lack of objects to attract his eye,

he soon fell to introspection as before. It was along the margin of turnip fields that his path lay, and the large

leaves of the crop struck flatly against his feet at every step, pouring upon them the rolling drops of moisture

gathered upon their broad surfaces; but the annoyance was unheeded. Next reaching a fir plantation, he

mounted the stile and followed the path into the midst of the darkness produced by the overhanging trees.

After walking under the dense shade of the inky boughs for a few minutes, he fancied he had mistaken the

path, which as yet was scarcely familiar to him. This was proved directly afterwards by his coming at right

angles upon some obstruction, which careful feeling with outstretched hands soon told him to be a rail fence.

However, as the wood was not large, he experienced no alarm about finding the path again, and with some

sense of pleasure halted awhile against the rails, to listen to the intensely melancholy yet musical wail of the

firtops, and as the wind passed on, the prompt moan of an adjacent plantation in reply. He could just dimly

discern the airy summits of the two or three trees nearest him waving restlessly backwards and forwards, and

stretching out their boughs like hairy arms into the dull sky. The scene, from its striking and emphatic

loneliness, began to grow congenial to his mood; all of human kind seemed at the antipodes.

A sudden rattle on his right hand caused him to start from his reverie, and turn in that direction. There, before

him, he saw rise up from among the trees a fountain of sparks and smoke, then a red glare of light coming

forward towards him; then a flashing panorama of illuminated oblong pictures; then the old darkness, more

The surprise, which had owed its origin to his imperfect acquaintance with the topographical features of that

end of the estate, had been but momentary; the disturbance, a wellknown one to dwellers by a railway,

being caused by the 6.50 downtrain passing along a shallow cutting in the midst of the wood immediately

below where he stood, the driver having the firedoor of the engine open at the minute of going by. The train

had, when passing him, already considerably slackened speed, and now a whistle was heard, announcing that

But contrary to the natural order of things, the discovery that it was only a commonplace train had not caused

If the 6.50 downtrain had been a flash of forked lightning transfixing him to the earth, he could scarcely

have remained in a more trancelike state. He still leant against the railings, his right hand still continued

pressing on his walkingstick, his weight on one foot, his other heel raised, his eyes wide open towards the

blackness of the cutting. The only movement in him was a slight dropping of the lower jaw, separating his

previously closed lips a little way, as when a strange conviction rushes home suddenly upon a man. A new

It was on this account. At one of the illuminated windows of a secondclass carriage in the series gone by, he

had seen a pale face, reclining upon one hand, the light from the lamp falling full upon it. The face was a

At last Manston moved; gave a whispering kind of whistle, adjusted his hat, and walked on again,

crossquestioning himself in every direction as to how a piece of knowledge he had carefully concealed had

found its way to another person's intelligence. 'How can my address have become known?' he said at length,

audibly. 'Well, it is a blessing I have been circumspect and honourable, in relation to thatyes, I will say it,

for once, even if the words choke me, that darling of mine, Cytherea, never to be my own, never. I suppose

all will come out now. All!' The great sadness of his utterance proved that no mean force had been exercised

He wheeled to the left, pursued the ditch beside the railway fence, and presently emerged from the wood,

As he neared home, the anxiety lately written in his face, merged by degrees into a grimly humorous smile,

which hung long upon his lips, and he quoted aloud a line from the book of Jeremiah

Before it was light the next morning, two little naked feet pattered along the passage in Knapwater House,

'Owen, Owen, are you awake?' said Cytherea in a whisper through the keyhole. 'You must get up directly, or

When he descended to his sister's little room, he found her there already waiting with a cup of cocoa and a

grilled rasher on the table for him. A hasty meal was despatched in the intervals of putting on his overcoat

and finding his hat, and they then went softly through the long deserted passages, the kitchenmaid who had

prepared their breakfast walking before them with a lamp held high above her head, which cast long wheeling

shadows down corridors intersecting the one they followed, their remoter ends being lost in darkness. The

Owen had preferred walking to the station to accepting the pony carriage which Miss Aldclyffe had placed

at his disposal, having a morbid horror of giving trouble to people richer than himself, and especially to their

menservants, who looked down upon him as a hybrid monster in social position. Cytherea proposed to walk

Brother and sister then emerged by the heavy door into the drive. The feeling and aspect of the hour were

precisely similar to those under which the steward had left the house the evening previous, excepting that

apparently unearthly reversal of natural sequence, which is caused by the world getting lighter instead of

darker. 'The tearful glimmer of the languid dawn' was just sufficient to reveal to them the melancholy red

leaves, lying thickly in the channels by the roadside, ever and anon loudly tapped on by heavy drops of water,

They passed the Old House, engaged in a deep conversation, and had proceeded about twenty yards by a

cross route, in the direction of the turnpike road, when the form of a woman emerged from the porch of the

She was wrapped in a grey waterproof cloak, the hood of which was drawn over her head and closely round

With this one exception of her appearance there, the most perfect stillness and silence pervaded the steward's

residence from basement to chimney. Not a shutter was open; not a twine of smoke came forth.

Underneath the ivycovered gateway she stood still and listened for two, or possibly three minutes, till she

became conscious of others in the park. Seeing the pair she stepped back, with the apparent intention of

letting them pass out of sight, and evidently wishing to avoid observation. But looking at her watch, and

returning it rapidly to her pocket, as if surprised at the lateness of the hour, she hurried out again, and across

These in the meantime had got into the road, and were walking along it as the woman came up on the other

side of the boundary hedge, looking for a gate or stile, by which she, too, might get off the grass upon the

Their conversation, of which every word was clear and distinct, in the still air of the dawn, to the distance of

a quarter of a mile, reached her ears, and withdrew her attention from all other matters and sights whatsoever.

Thus arrested she stood for an instant as precisely in the attitude of Imogen by the cave of Belarius, as if she

had studied the position from the play. When they had advanced a few steps, she followed them in some

'Yes, one will occur often enoughthat is, two disconnected events will fall strangely together by chance,

and people scarcely notice the fact beyond saying, "Oddly enough it happened that so and so were the same,"

and so on. But when three such events coincide without any apparent reason for the coincidence, it seems as

if there must be invisible means at work. You see, three things falling together in that manner are ten times as

'Well, of course: what a mathematical head you have, Cytherea! But I don't see so much to marvel at in our

case. That the man who kept the publichouse in which Miss Aldclyffe fainted, and who found out her name

and position, lives in this neighbourhood, is accounted for by the fact that she got him the berth to stop his

'Ah, but look at this. Miss Aldclyffe is the woman our father first loved, and I have come to Miss Aldclyffe's;

From these premises, she proceeded to argue like an elderly divine on the designs of Providence which were

apparent in such conjunctures, and went into a variety of details connected with Miss Aldclyffe's history.

'What's the use?' he said. 'Your possessing the knowledge does no harm; you are at any rate comfortable here,

and a confession to Miss Aldclyffe might only irritate her. No, hold your tongue, Cytherea.'

'I fancy I should have been tempted to tell her too,' Cytherea went on, 'had I not found out that there exists a

very odd, almost imperceptible, and yet real connection of some kind between her and Mr. Manston, which is

'Ahthat's what everybody says who has been keen enough to notice anything. I said so at first. And yet

'She doesn't act as if she were. She isn'tyou will know I don't say it from any vanity, Owenshe isn't the

'Noshe is not. He was openly advertised for, and chosen from forty or fifty who answered the

advertisement, without knowing whose it was. And since he has been here, she has certainly done nothing to

compromise herself in any way. Besides, why should she have brought an enemy here at all?'

'Then she must have fallen in love with him. You know as well as I do, Cyth, that with women there's nothing

between the two poles of emotion towards an interesting male acquaintance. 'Tis either love or aversion.'

They walked for a few minutes in silence, when Cytherea's eyes accidentally fell upon her brother's feet.

'Owen,' she said, 'do you know that there is something unusual in your manner of walking?'

The woman behind the hedge, who had still continued to dog their footsteps, made an impatient movement at

this change in their conversation, and looked at her watch again. Yet she seemed reluctant to give over

'Yes,' Owen returned with assumed carelessness, 'I do know it. I think the cause of it is that mysterious pain

which comes just above my ankle sometimes. You remember the first time I had it? That day we went by

steampacket to Lulstead Cove, when it hindered me from coming back to you, and compelled me to sleep

'O, nothing at all. It is sure to go off again. I never find a sign of it when I sit in the office.'

Again their unperceived companion made a gesture of vexation, and looked at her watch as if time were

precious. But the dialogue still flowed on upon this new subject, and showed no sign of returning to its old

Gathering up her skirt decisively she renounced all further hope, and hurried along the ditch till she had

dropped into a valley, and came to a gate which was beyond the view of those coming behind. This she softly

opened, and came out upon the road, following it in the direction of the railway station.

Presently she heard Owen Graye's footsteps in her rear, his quickened pace implying that he had parted from

his sister. The woman thereupon increased her rapid walk to a run, and in a few minutes safely distanced her

The railway at Carriford Road consisted only of a single line of rails; and the short local downtrain by

which Owen was going to Budmouth was shunted on to a siding whilst the first uptrain passed. Graye

entered the waitingroom, and the door being open he listlessly observed the movements of a woman

wearing a long grey cloak, and closely hooded, who had asked for a ticket for London.

He followed her with his eyes on to the platform, saw her waiting there and afterwards stepping into the train:

Mrs. Crickett, twice a widow, and now the parish clerk's wife, a fineframed, scandalloving woman, with a

peculiar corner to her eye by which, without turning her head, she could see what people were doing almost

behind her, lived in a cottage standing nearer to the old manorhouse than any other in the village of

Carriford, and she had on that account been temporarily engaged by the steward, as a respectable kind of

charwoman and general servant, until a settled arrangement could be made with some person as permanent

Every morning, therefore, Mrs. Crickett, immediately she had lighted the fire in her own cottage, and

prepared the breakfast for herself and husband, paced her way to the Old House to do the same for Mr.

Manston. Then she went home to breakfast; and when the steward had eaten his, and had gone out on his

rounds, she returned again to clear away, make his bed, and put the house in order for the day.

On the morning of Owen Graye's departure, she went through the operations of her first visit as

usualproceeded home to breakfast, and went back again, to perform those of the second.

Entering Manston's empty bedroom, with her hands on her hips, she indifferently cast her eyes upon the bed,

Whilst she looked, she thought in an inattentive manner, 'What a remarkably quiet sleeper Mr. Manston must

be!' The upper bed clothes were flung back, certainly, but the bed was scarcely disarranged. 'Anybody

But these evanescent thoughts vanished as they had come, and Mrs. Crickett set to work; she dragged off the

counterpane, blankets and sheets, and stooped to lift the pillows. Thus stooping, something arrested her

attention; she looked closelymore closelyvery closely. 'Well, to be sure!' was all she could say. The

clerk's wife stood as if the air had suddenly set to amber, and held her fixed like a fly in it.

The object of her wonder was a trailing brown hair, very little less than a yard long, which proved it clearly to

be a hair from some woman's head. She drew it off the pillow, and took it to the window; there holding it out

she looked fixedly at it, and became utterly lost in meditation: her gaze, which had at first actively settled on

the hair, involuntarily dropped past its object by degrees and was lost on the floor, as the inner vision

She at length moistened her lips, returned her eyes to the hair, wound it round her fingers, put it in some

paper, and secreted the whole in her pocket. Mrs. Crickett's thoughts were with her work no more that

She searched the house from rooftree to cellar, for some other trace of feminine existence or appurtenance;

She went out into the yard, coalhole, stable, hayloft, green house, fowlhouse, and piggery, and still there

was no sign. Coming in again, she saw a bonnet, eagerly pounced upon it; and found it to be her own.

Hastily completing her arrangements in the other rooms, she entered the village again, and called at once on

the postmistress, Elizabeth Leat, an intimate friend of hers, and a female who sported several unique diseases

Mrs. Crickett unfolded the paper, took out the hair, and waved it on high before the perplexed eyes of

'What is it?' said Mrs. Leat, contracting her eyelids, and stretching out towards the invisible object a narrow

bony hand that would have been an unmitigated delight to the pencil of Carlo Crivelli.

'You shall hear,' said Mrs. Crickett, complacently gathering up the treasure into her own fat hand; and the

A shavingglass was taken down from a nail, laid on its back in the middle of a table by the window, and the

hair spread carefully out upon it. The pair then bent over the table from opposite sides, their elbows on the

edge, their hands supporting their heads, their foreheads nearly touching, and their eyes upon the hair.

'He ha' been mad a'ter my lady Cytherea,' said Mrs. Crickett, 'and 'tis my very belief the hair is'

'Elizabeth, you know that as the faithful wife of a servant of the Church, I should be glad to think as you do

about the girl. Mind I don't wish to say anything against Miss Graye, but this I do say, that I believe her to be

a nameless thing, and she's no right to stick a moral clock in her face, and deceive the country in such a way.

If she wasn't of a bad stock at the outset she was bad in the planten, and if she wasn't bad in the planten, she

was bad in the growen, and if not in the growen, she's made bad by what she's gone through since.'

'He d' post all his letters here except those for one person, and they he d' take to Budmouth. My son is in

Budmouth Post Office, as you know, and as he d' sit at desk he can see over the blind of the window all the

people who d' post letters. Mr. Manston d' unvariably go there wi' letters for that person; my boy d' know 'em

'The little stunpoll of a fellow couldn't call to mind more than that 'tis Miss Somebody, of London. However,

that's the woman who ha' been here, depend upon'ta wicked onesome poor streetwench escaped from

'No, no, Mrs. Leat, this is clear to me. 'Tis no miss who came here to see our steward last nightwhenever

she came or wherever she vanished. Do you think he would ha' let a miss get here how she could, go away

'I say I know she had no help of any kind; I know it was so, for the grate was quite cold when I touched it this

morning with these fingers, and he was still in bed. No, he wouldn't take the trouble to write letters to a girl

and then treat her so offhand as that. There's a tie between 'em stronger than feelen. She's his wife.'

'He married! The Lord so 's, what shall we hear next? Do he look married now? His are not the abashed eyes

'Well, well,' said Mrs. Leat, giving way. 'Whatever may be the truth on't I trust Providence will settle it all for

'Ay, ay, Elizabeth,' rejoined Mrs. Crickett with a satirical sigh, as she turned on her foot to go home, 'good

people like you may say so, but I have always found Providence a different sort of feller.'

It was Miss Aldclyffe's custom, a custom originated by her father, and nourished by her own exclusiveness,

to unlock the postbag herself every morning, instead of allowing the duty to devolve on the butler, as was

the case in most of the neighbouring county families. The bag was brought upstairs each morning to her

dressingroom, where she took out the contents, mostly in the presence of her maid and Cytherea, who had

the entree of the chamber at all hours, and attended there in the morning at a kind of reception on a small

Here she read her letters before the glass, whilst undergoing the operation of being brushed and dressed.

'What woman can this be, I wonder?' she said on the morning succeeding that of the last section. '"London,

N.!" It is the first time in my life I ever had a letter from that outlandish place, the North side of London.'

Cytherea had just come into her presence to learn if there was anything for herself; and on being thus

addressed, walked up to Miss Aldclyffe's corner of the room to look at the curiosity which had raised such an

exclamation. But the lady, having opened the envelope and read a few lines, put it quickly in her pocket,

'O, 'tis nothing,' she said. She proceeded to make general remarks in a noticeably forced tone of sangfroid,

from which she soon lapsed into silence. Not another word was said about the letter: she seemed very anxious

to get her dressing done, and the room cleared. Thereupon Cytherea went away to the other window, and a

It was late when Miss Aldclyffe descended to the breakfasttable and then she seemed there to no purpose;

tea, coffee, eggs, cutlets, and all their accessories, were left absolutely untasted. The next that was seen of her

was when walking up and down the south terrace, and round the flowerbeds; her face was pale, and her

Dinnertime came round as usual; she did not speak ten words, or indeed seem conscious of the meal; for all

that Miss Aldclyffe did in the way of eating, dinner might have been taken out as intact as it was taken in.

In her own private apartment Miss Aldclyffe again pulled out the letter of the morning. One passage in it ran

'Of course, being his wife, I could publish the fact, and compel him to acknowledge me at any moment,

notwithstanding his threats, and reasonings that it will be better to wait. I have waited, and waited again, and

the time for such acknowledgment seems no nearer than at first. To show you how patiently I have waited I

can tell you that not till a fortnight ago, when by stress of circumstances I had been driven to new lodgings,

have I ever assumed my married name, solely on account of its having been his request all along that I should

not do it. This writing to you, madam, is my first disobedience, and I am justified in it. A woman who is

driven to visit her husband like a thief in the night and then sent away like a street dogleft to get up, unbolt,

unbar, and find her way out of the house as she best mayis justified in doing anything.

'But should I demand of him a restitution of rights, there would be involved a publicity which I could not

endure, and a noisy scandal flinging my name the length and breadth of the country.

'What I still prefer to any such violent means is that you reason with him privately, and compel him to bring

me home to your parish in a decent and careful manner, in the way that would be adopted by any respectable

man, whose wife had been living away from him for some time, by reason, say, of peculiar family

circumstances which had caused disunion, but not enmity, and who at length was enabled to reinstate her in

'You will, I know, oblige me in this, especially as knowledge of a peculiar transaction of your own, which

took place some years ago, has lately come to me in a singular way. I will not at present trouble you by

describing how. It is enough, that I alone, of all people living, know ALL THE SIDES OF THE STORY,

those from whom I collected it having each only a partial knowledge which confuses them and points to

nothing. One person knows of your early engagement and its sudden termination; another, of the reason of

those strange meetings at inns and coffeehouses; another, of what was sufficient to cause all this, and so on.

I know what fits one and all the circumstances like a key, and shows them to be the natural outcrop of a

rational (though rather rash) line of conduct for a young lady. You will at once perceive how it was that some

'This knowledge then, common to, and secretly treasured by us both, is the ground upon which I beg for your

friendship and help, with a feeling that you will be too generous to refuse it to me.

'I may add that, as yet, my husband knows nothing of this, neither need he if you remember my request.'

'A threata flat stinging threat! as delicately wrapped up in words as the woman could do it; a threat from a

miserable unknown creature to an Aldclyffe, and not the least proud member of the family either! A threat on

Presently this humour of defiance vanished, and the members of her body became supple again, her

proceedings proving that it was absolutely necessary to give way, Aldclyffe as she was. She wrote a short

answer to Mrs. Manston, saying civilly that Mr. Manston's possession of such a near relation was a fact quite

new to herself, and that she would see what could be done in such an unfortunate affair.

Manston received a message the next day requesting his attendance at the House punctually at eight o'clock

the ensuing evening. Miss Aldclyffe was brave and imperious, but with the purpose she had in view she could

The steward was shown into the library. On entering it, he was immediately struck with the unusual gloom

which pervaded the apartment. The fire was dead and dull, one lamp, and that a comparatively small one, was

burning at the extreme end, leaving the main proportion of the lofty and sombre room in an artificial twilight,

scarcely powerful enough to render visible the titles of the folio and quarto volumes which were jammed into

After keeping him waiting for more than twenty minutes (Miss Aldclyffe knew that excellent recipe for

taking the stiffness out of human flesh, and for extracting all prearrangement from human speech) she

Manston sought her eye directly. The hue of her features was not discernible, but the calm glance she flung at

him, from which all attempt at returning his scrutiny was absent, awoke him to the perception that probably

his secret was by some means or other known to her; how it had become known he could not tell.

She drew forth the letter, unfolded it, and held it up to him, letting it hang by one corner from between her

finger and thumb, so that the light from the lamp, though remote, fell directly upon its surface.

He saw the strokes plainly, instantly resolving to burn his ships and hazard all on an advance.

His quiet answer threw her off her balance. She had no more expected an answer than does a preacher when

he exclaims from the pulpit, 'Do you feel your sin?' She had clearly expected a sudden alarm.

'And why all this concealment?' she said again, her voice rising, as she vainly endeavoured to control her

'It doesn't follow that, because a man is married, he must tell every stranger of it, madam,' he answered, just

'Stranger! well, perhaps not; but, Mr. Manston, why did you choose to conceal it, I ask again? I have a perfect

right to ask this question, as you will perceive, if you consider the terms of my advertisement.'

'I will tell you. There were two simple reasons. The first was this practical one; you advertised for an

'Well, an incident suggested to me that I should try for the situation. I was married; but, knowing that in

getting an office where there is a restriction of this kind, leaving one's wife behind is always accepted as a

fulfilment of the condition, I left her behind for awhile. The other reason is, that these terms of yours afforded

me a plausible excuse for escaping (for a short time) the company of a woman I had been mistaken in

'A thirdrate actress, whom I met with during my stay in Liverpool last summer, where I had gone to fulfil a

'She is an American by birth, and I grew to dislike her when we had been married a week.'

'Quite up to the ordinary standardindeed, handsome. After a while we quarrelled and separated.'

'You did not illuse her, of course?' said Miss Aldclyffe, with a little sarcasm.

Manston looked as if he began to think her questions put of place; however, he said quietly, 'I did get tired of

her. I never told her so, but we separated; I to come here, bringing her with me as far as London and leaving

her there in perfectly comfortable quarters; and though your advertisement expressed a single man, I have

always intended to tell you the whole truth; and this was when I was going to tell it, when your satisfaction

with my careful management of your affairs should have proved the risk to be a safe one to run.'

'Then I saw that you were good enough to be interested in my welfare to a greater extent than I could have

anticipated or hoped, judging you by the frigidity of other employers, and this caused me to hesitate. I was

vexed at the complication of affairs. So matters stood till three nights ago; I was then walking home from the

pottery, and came up to the railway. The downtrain came along close to me, and there, sitting at a carriage

window, I saw my wife: she had found out my address, and had thereupon determined to follow me here. I

had not been home many minutes before she came in, next morning early she left again'

'And as I suppose, wrote to you directly. That's the whole story of her, madam.' Whatever were Manston's

real feelings towards the lady who had received his explanation in these supercilious tones, they remained

'It is true then that, as your wife tells me in this letter, she has not passed as Mrs. Manston till within these last

'It is quite true; I was in receipt of a very small and uncertain income when we married; and so she continued

'I have never heard that she has any in England. She came over here on some theatrical speculation, as one of

a company who were going to do much, but who never did anything; and here she has remained.'

'I understand,' she said. 'Now, though I have no direct right to concern myself with your private affairs

(beyond those which arise from your misleading me and getting the office you hold)'

'As to that, madam,' he interrupted, rather hotly, 'as to coming here, I am vexed as much as you. Somebody, a

member of the Institute of Architectswho, I could never tellsent to my old address in London your

advertisement cut from the paper; it was forwarded to me; I wanted to get away from Liverpool, and it

seemed as if this was put in my way on purpose, by some old friend or other. I answered the advertisement

certainly, but I was not particularly anxious to come here, nor am I anxious to stay.'

Miss Aldclyffe descended from haughty superiority to womanly persuasion with a haste which was almost

ludicrous. Indeed, the Quos ego of the whole lecture had been less the genuine menace of the imperious ruler

'Now, now, Mr. Manston, you wrong me; don't suppose I wish to be overbearing, or anything of the kind; and

you will allow me to say this much, at any rate, that I have become interested in your wife, as well as in

'Certainly, madam,' he said, slowly, like a man feeling his way in the dark. Manston was utterly at fault now.

His previous experience of the effect of his form and features upon womankind en masse, had taught him to

flatter himself that he could account by the same law of natural selection for the extraordinary interest Miss

Aldclyffe had hitherto taken in him, as an unmarried man; an interest he did not at all object to, seeing that it

kept him near Cytherea, and enabled him, a man of no wealth, to rule on the estate as if he were its lawful

owner. Like Curius at his Sabine farm, he had counted it his glory not to possess gold himself, but to have

power over her who did. But at this hint of the lady's wish to take his wife under her wing also, he was

perplexed: could she have any sinister motive in doing so? But he did not allow himself to be troubled with

'She tells me,' continued Miss Aldclyffe, 'how utterly alone in the world she stands, and that is an additional

reason why I should sympathize with her. Instead, then, of requesting the favour of your retirement from the

post, and dismissing your interests altogether, I will retain you as my steward still, on condition that you

bring home your wife, and live with her respectably, in short, as if you loved her; you understand. I WISH

you to stay here if you grant that everything shall flow smoothly between yourself and her.'

The breast and shoulders of the steward rose, as if an expression of defiance was about to be poured forth;

'And her anxiety to obtain a standing in the world ensures that hers will,' replied Miss Aldclyffe. 'That will be

After a few additional remarks, she gently signified that she wished to put an end to the interview. The

He felt vexed and mortified; yet in walking homeward he was convinced that telling the whole truth as he had

done, with the single exception of his love for Cytherea (which he tried to hide even from himself), had never

Manston went to his desk and thought of Cytherea's beauty with the bitterest, wildest regret. After the lapse

of a few minutes he calmed himself by a stoical effort, and wrote the subjoined letter to his wife:

'As I promised, I have thought over our conversation that night, and your wish that your coming here should

be no longer delayed. After all, it was perfectly natural that you should have spoken unkindly as you did,

'So I have made arrangements to fetch you home at once. It is hardly worth while for you to attempt to bring

with you any luggage you may have gathered about you (beyond mere clothing). Dispose of superfluous

things at a broker's; your bringing them would only make a talk in this parish, and lead people to believe we

'Will next Monday suit you for coming? You have nothing to do that can occupy you for more than a day or

two, as far as I can see, and the remainder of this week will afford ample time. I can be in London the night

before, and we will come down together by the mid day trainYour very affectionate husband,

He took the letter to the house, and it being too late for the country post, sent one of the stablemen with it to

Casterbridge, instead of troubling to go to Budmouth with it himself as heretofore. He had no longer any

But the next morning Manston found that he had been forgetful of another matter, in naming the following

The fact was this. A letter had just come, reminding him that he had left the whole of the succeeding week

open for an important business engagement with a neighbouring landagent, at that gentleman's residence

thirteen miles off. The particular day he had suggested to his wife, had, in the interim, been appropriated by

So he wrote again to his wife, stating that business, which could not be postponed, called him away from

home on Monday, and would entirely prevent him coming all the way to fetch her on Sunday night as he had

intended, but that he would meet her at the Carriford Road Station with a conveyance when she arrived there

The next day came his wife's answer to his first letter, in which she said that she would be ready to be fetched

at the time named. Having already written his second letter, which was by that time in her hands, he made no

The week passed away. The steward had, in the meantime, let it become generally known in the village that

he was a married man, and by a little judicious management, sound family reasons for his past secrecy upon

the subject, which were floated as adjuncts to the story, were placidly received; they seemed so natural and

justifiable to the unsophisticated minds of ninetenths of his neighbours, that curiosity in the matter, beyond

Monday came, the day named for Mrs. Manston's journey from London to her husband's house; a day of

singular and great events, influencing the present and future of nearly all the personages whose actions in a

The proceedings of the steward demand the first notice. Whilst taking his breakfast on this particular

morning, the clock pointing to eight, the horseandgig that was to take him to Chettlewood waiting ready at

the door, Manston hurriedly cast his eyes down the column of Bradshaw which showed the details and

The inspection was carelessly made, the leaf being kept open by the aid of one hand, whilst the other still

held his cup of coffee; much more carelessly than would have been the case had the expected new comer

He did not perceive, branching from the column down which his finger ran, a small twist, called a

shuntingline, inserted at a particular place, to imply that at that point the train was divided into two. By this

oversight he understood that the arrival of his wife at Carriford Road Station would not be till late in the

evening: by the second half of the train, containing the thirdclass passengers, and passing two hours and

threequarters later than the previous one, by which the lady, as a secondclass passenger, would really be

He then considered that there would be plenty of time for him to return from his day's engagement to meet

this train. He finished his breakfast, gave proper and precise directions to his servant on the preparations that

were to be made for the lady's reception, jumped into his gig, and drove off to Lord Claydonfield's, at

He went along by the front of Knapwater House. He could not help turning to look at what he knew to be the

window of Cytherea's room. Whilst he looked, a hopeless expression of passionate love and sensuous anguish

came upon his face and lingered there for a few seconds; then, as on previous occasions, it was resolutely

repressed, and he trotted along the smooth white road, again endeavouring to banish all thought of the young

Thus it was that when, in the evening of the same day, Mrs. Manston reached Carriford Road Station, her

husband was still at Chettlewood, ignorant of her arrival, and on looking up and down the platform, dreary

with autumn gloom and wind, she could see no sign that any preparation whatever had been made for her

The train went on. She waited, fidgeted with the handle of her umbrella, walked about, strained her eyes into

the gloom of the chilly night, listened for wheels, tapped with her foot, and showed all the usual signs of

annoyance and irritation: she was the more irritated in that this seemed a second and culminating instance of

Reflecting awhile upon the course it would be best to take, in order to secure a passage to Knapwater, she

decided to leave all her luggage, except a dressingbag, in the cloakroom, and walk to her husband's house,

as she had done on her first visit. She asked one of the porters if he could find a lad to go with her and carry

The porter was a goodtempered, shallowminded, ignorant man. Mrs. Manston, being apparently in very

gloomy spirits, would probably have preferred walking beside him without saying a word: but her companion

would not allow silence to continue between them for a longer period than two or three minutes together.

He had volunteered several remarks upon her arrival, chiefly to the effect that it was very unfortunate Mr.

Manston had not come to the station for her, when she suddenly asked him concerning the inhabitants of the

He told her categorically the names of the chieffirst the chief possessors of property; then of brains; then of

After getting him to describe her appearance as completely as lay in his power, she wormed out of him the

statement that everybody had been sayingbefore Mrs. Manston's existence was heard ofhow well the

handsome Mr. Manston and the beautiful Miss Graye were suited for each other as man and wife, and that

Miss Aldclyffe was the only one in the parish who took no interest in bringing about the match.

The porter began to think he had been too explicit, and hastened to correct the error.

'Then that must be little indeed,' Mrs. Manston murmured. She stood still, as if reflecting upon the painful

neglect her words had recalled to her mind; then, with a sudden impulse, turned round, and walked petulantly

'I'll go back again; yes, indeed, I'll go back again!' she said plaintively. Then she paused and looked anxiously

'No, I mustn't go back now,' she continued, in a tone of resignation. Seeing that the porter was watching her,

It was a laugh full of character; the low forced laugh which seeks to hide the painful perception of a

Altogether her conduct had shown her to be what in fact she was, a weak, though a calculating woman, one

clever to conceive, weak to execute: one whose bestlaid schemes were for ever liable to be frustrated by the

'O, if I had only known that all this was going to happen!' she murmured again, as they paced along upon the

'O, nothing particular; we are getting near the old manorhouse by this time, I imagine?'

They soon reached Manston's residence, round which the wind blew mournfully and chill.

Passing under the detached gateway, they entered the porch. The porter stepped forward, knocked heavily

Mrs. Manston then advanced to the door and gave a different series of rappingsless forcible, but more

There was not a movement of any kind inside, not a ray of light visible; nothing but the echo of her own

knocks through the passages, and the dry scratching of the withered leaves blown about her feet upon the

The steward, of course, was not at home. Mrs. Crickett, not expecting that anybody would arrive till the time

of the later train, had set the place in order, laid the suppertable, and then locked the door, to go into the

'Is there an inn in the village?' said Mrs. Manston, after the fourth and loudest rapping upon the ironstudded

old door had resulted only in the fourth and loudest echo from the passages inside.

'I will go there tonight,' she said decisively. 'It is too cold, and altogether too bad, for a woman to wait in the

They went down the park and through the gate, into the village of Carriford. By the time they reached the

Three Tranters, it was verging upon ten o'clock. There, on the spot where two months earlier in the season the

sunny and lively group of villagers making cider under the trees had greeted Cytherea's eyes, was nothing

now intelligible but a vast cloak of darkness, from which came the low sough of the elms, and the occasional

They went to the door, Mrs. Manston shivering; but less from the cold, than from the dreariness of her

It so happened that Edward Springrove was expected to arrive from London either on that evening or the

next, and at the sound of voices his father came to the door fully expecting to see him. A picture of

disappointment seldom witnessed in a man's face was visible in old Mr. Springrove's, when he saw that the

Mrs. Manston asked for a room, and one that had been prepared for Edward was immediately named as being

Without taking any refreshment, or entering any room downstairs, or even lifting her veil, she walked straight

'If Mr. Manston comes tonight,' she said, sitting on the bed as she had come in, and addressing the woman,

The woman left the room, and Mrs. Manston locked the door. Before the servant had gone down more than

The chambermaid went down to the bar and brought up the spirit in a tumbler. When she came into the room,

Mrs. Manston had not removed a single article of apparel, and was walking up and down, as if still quite

Outside the door, when it was closed upon her, the maid paused to listen for an instant. She heard Mrs.

During the autumn in which the past scenes were enacted, Mr. Springrove had ploughed, harrowed, and

cleaned a narrow and shaded piece of ground, lying at the back of his house, which for many years had been

The couchgrass extracted from the soil had been left to wither in the sun; afterwards it was raked together,

lighted in the customary way, and now lay smouldering in a large heap in the middle of the plot.

It had been kindled three days previous to Mrs. Manston's arrival, and one or two villagers, of a more

cautious and less sanguine temperament than Springrove, had suggested that the fire was almost too near the

back of the house for its continuance to be unattended with risk; for though no danger could be apprehended

whilst the air remained moderately still, a brisk breeze blowing towards the house might possibly carry a

'Ay, that's true enough,' said Springrove. 'I must look round before going to bed and see that everything's

safe; but to tell the truth I am anxious to get the rubbish burnt up before the rain comes to wash it into ground

again. As to carrying the couch into the back field to burn, and bringing it back again, why, 'tis more than the

Two or three times during the first evening after the heap was lit, he went to the back door to take a survey.

Before bolting and barring up for the night, he made a final and more careful examination. The

slowlysmoking pile showed not the slightest signs of activity. Springrove's perfectly sound conclusion was,

that as long as the heap was not stirred, and the wind continued in the quarter it blew from then, the couch

would not flame, and that there could be no shadow of danger to anything, even a combustible substance,

The next morning the burning couch was discovered in precisely the same state as when he had gone to bed

the preceding night. The heap smoked in the same manner the whole of that day: at bedtime the farmer

The morning and the whole of the third day still saw the heap in its old smouldering condition; indeed, the

smoke was less, and there seemed a probability that it might have to be rekindled on the morrow.

After admitting Mrs. Manston to his house in the evening, and hearing her retire, Mr. Springrove return to the

front door to listen for a sound of his son, and inquired concerning him of the railwayporter, who sat for a

while in the kitchen. The porter had not noticed young Mr. Springrove get out of the train, at which

intelligence the old man concluded that he would probably not see his son till the next day, as Edward had

Halfanhour later the porter left the inn, Springrove at the same time going to the door to listen again an

The farmer glanced at the heap casually and indifferently in passing; two nights of safety seemed to ensure

the third; and he was about to bolt and bar as usual, when the idea struck him that there was just a possibility

of his son's return by the latest train, unlikely as it was that he would be so delayed. The old man thereupon

left the door unfastened, looked to his usual matters indoors, and went to bed, it being then halfpast ten

Farmers and horticulturists well know that it is in the nature of a heap of couchgrass, when kindled in calm

weather, to smoulder for many days, and even weeks, until the whole mass is reduced to a powdery charcoal

ash, displaying the while scarcely a sign of combustion beyond the volcanolike smoke from its summit; but

the continuance of this quiet process is throughout its length at the mercy of one particular whim of Nature:

that is, a sudden breeze, by which the heap is liable to be fanned into a flame so brisk as to consume the

Had the farmer narrowly watched the pile when he went to close the door, he would have seen, besides the

familiar twine of smoke from its summit, a quivering of the air around the mass, showing that a considerable

As the railwayporter turned the corner of the row of houses adjoining the Three Tranters, a brisk new wind

greeted his face, and spread past him into the village. He walked along the highroad till he came to a gate,

about three hundred yards from the inn. Over the gate could be discerned the situation of the building he had

just quitted. He carelessly turned his head in passing, and saw behind him a clear red glow indicating the

position of the couch heap: a glow without a flame, increasing and diminishing in brightness as the breeze

quickened or fell, like the coal of a newly lighted cigar. If those cottages had been his, he thought, he should

not care to have a fire so near them as thatand the wind rising. But the cottages not being his, he went on

his way to the station, where he was about to resume duty for the night. The road was now quite deserted: till

four o'clock the next morning, when the carters would go by to the stables there was little probability of any

By eleven, everybody in the house was asleep. It truly seemed as if the treacherous element knew there had

At a quarter past eleven a slight stealthy crackle made itself heard amid the increasing moans of the night

wind; the heap glowed brighter still, and burst into a flame; the flame sank, another breeze entered it,

sustained it, and it grew to be first continuous and weak, then continuous and strong.

At twenty minutes past eleven a blast of wind carried an airy bit of ignited fern several yards forward, in a

Five minutes later another puff of wind carried a similar piece to a distance of fiveandtwenty yards, where

Still the wind did not blow in the direction of the houses, and even now to a casual observer they would have

appeared safe. But Nature does few things directly. A minute later yet, an ignited fragment fell upon the straw

covering of a long thatched heap or 'grave' of mangelwurzel, lying in a direction at right angles to the house,

A short time subsequent to this, after many intermediate deposits and seemingly baffled attempts, another

fragment fell on the mangel wurzel grave, and continued to glow; the glow was increased by the wind; the

straw caught fire and burst into flame. It was inevitable that the flame should run along the ridge of the thatch

towards a piggery at the end. Yet had the piggery been tiled, the time honoured hostel would even now at

this last moment have been safe; but it was constructed as piggeries are mostly constructed, of wood and

thatch. The hurdles and straw roof of the frail erection became ignited in their turn, and abutting as the shed

did on the back of the inn, flamed up to the eaves of the main roof in less than thirty seconds.

A hazardous length of time elapsed before the inmates of the Three Tranters knew of their danger. When at

Mr. Springrove ran out first. Two minutes later appeared the ostler and chambermaid, who were man and

wife. The inn, as has been stated, was a quaint old building, and as inflammable as a beehive; it overhung

the base at the level of the first floor, and again overhung at the eaves, which were finished with heavy oak

barge boards; every atom in its substance, every feature in its construction, favoured the fire.

The forked flames, lurid and smoky, became nearly lost to view, bursting forth again with a bound and loud

crackle, increased tenfold in power and brightness. The crackling grew sharper. Long quivering shadows

began to be flung from the stately trees at the end of the house; the square outline of the church tower, on the

other side of the way, which had hitherto been a dark mass against a sky comparatively light, now began to

appear as a light object against a sky of darkness; and even the narrow surface of the flag staff at the top

could be seen in its dark surrounding, brought out from its obscurity by the rays from the dancing light.

Shouts and other noises increased in loudness and frequency. The lapse of ten minutes brought most of the

inhabitants of that end of the village into the street, followed in a short time by the rector, Mr. Raunham.

Casting a hasty glance up and down, he beckoned to one or two of the men, and vanished again. In a short

time wheels were heard, and Mr. Raunham and the men reappeared, with the garden engine, the only one in

the village, except that at Knapwater House. After some little trouble the hose was connected with a tank in

Several seemed paralyzed at first, and stood transfixed, their rigid faces looking like redhot iron in the

glaring light. In the confusion a woman cried, 'Ring the bells backwards!' and three or four of the old and

superstitious entered the belfry and jangled them indescribably. Some were only half dressed, and, to add to

the horror, among them was Clerk Crickett, running up and down with a face streaming with blood, ghastly

and pitiful to see, his excitement being so great that he had not the slightest conception of how, when, or

The crowd was now busy at work, and tried to save a little of the furniture of the inn. The only room they

could enter was the parlour, from which they managed to bring out the bureau, a few chairs, some old silver

Fiery mats of thatch slid off the roof and fell into the road with a deadened thud, whilst white flakes of straw

and woodash were flying in the wind like feathers. At the same time two of the cottages adjoining, upon

which a little water had been brought to play from the rector's engine, were seen to be on fire. The attenuated

spirt of water was as nothing upon the heated and dry surface of the thatched roof; the fire prevailed without a

He had vanished from the spot by the churchyard wall, where he had been standing a few minutes earlier.

'Madness and folly! what can he save?' said another. 'Good God, find him! Help here!'

A wild rush was made at the door, which had fallen to, and in defiance of the scorching flame that burst forth,

three men forced themselves through it. Immediately inside the threshold they found the object of their search

To bring him out and lay him on a bank was the work of an instant; a basin of cold water was dashed in his

face, and he began to recover consciousness, but very slowly. He had been saved by a miracle. No sooner

were his preservers out of the building than the window frames lit up as if by magic with deep and waving

fringes of flames. Simultaneously, the joints of the boards forming the front door started into view as glowing

bars of fire: a star of red light penetrated the centre, gradually increasing in size till the flames rushed forth.

'I hope she is,' said the weak voice of some one coming up from behind. It was the chambermaid's.

Springrove at that moment aroused himself; he staggered to his feet, and threw his hands up wildly.

'Everybody, no! no! The lady who came by train, Mrs. Manston! I tried to fetch her out, but I fell.'

An exclamation of horror burst from the crowd; it was caused partly by this disclosure of Springrove, more

An average interval of about three minutes had elapsed between one intensely fierce gust of wind and the

next, and now another poured over them; the roof swayed, and a moment afterwards fell in with a crash,

pulling the gable after it, and thrusting outwards the front wall of woodwork, which fell into the road with a

rumbling echo; a cloud of black dust, myriads of sparks, and a great outburst of flame followed the uproar of

'Who is she? what is she?' burst from every lip again and again, incoherently, and without leaving a sufficient

The autumn wind, tameless, and swift, and proud, still blew upon the dying old house, which was constructed

so entirely of combustible materials that it burnt almost as fiercely as a cornrick. The heat in the road

increased, and now for an instant at the height of the conflagration all stood still, and gazed silently,

awestruck and helpless, in the presence of so irresistible an enemy. Then, with minds full of the tragedy

unfolded to them, they rushed forward again with the obtuse directness of waves, to their labour of saving

goods from the houses adjoining, which it was evident were all doomed to destruction.

The minutes passed by. The Three Tranters Inn sank into a mere heap of redhot charcoal: the fire pushed its

way down the row as the church clock opposite slowly struck the hour of midnight, and the bewildered

chimes, scarcely heard amid the crackling of the flames, wandered through the wayward air of the Old

Manston mounted his gig and set out from Chettlewood that evening in no very enviable frame of mind. The

thought of domestic life in Knapwater Old House, with the now eclipsed wife of the past, was more than

Yet he knew that the influential position, which, from whatever fortunate cause, he held on Miss Aldclyffe's

manor, would never again fall to his lot on any other, and he tacitly assented to this dilemma, hoping that

some consolation or other would soon suggest itself to him; married as he was, he was near Cytherea.

He occasionally looked at his watch as he drove along the lanes, timing the pace of his horse by the hour, that

he might reach Carriford Road Station just soon enough to meet the last London train.

He soon began to notice in the sky a slight yellow halo, near the horizon. It rapidly increased; it changed

colour, and grew redder; then the glare visibly brightened and dimmed at intervals, showing that its origin

'It is a rickyard on fire,' he thought; 'no house could produce such a raging flame so suddenly.'

He trotted on again, attempting to particularize the local features in the neighbourhood of the fire; but this it

was too dark to do, and the excessive winding of the roads misled him as to its direction, not being an old

inhabitant of the district, or a countryman used to forming such judgments; whilst the brilliancy of the light

shortened its real remoteness to an apparent distance of not more than half: it seemed so near that he again

Entering now a narrow valley, the sides of which obscured the sky to an angle of perhaps thirty or forty

degrees above the mathematical horizon, he was obliged to suspend his judgment till he was in possession of

further knowledge, having however assumed in the interim, that the fire was somewhere between Carriford

The selfsame glare had just arrested the eyes of another man. He was at that minute gliding along several

miles to the east of the steward's position, but nearing the same point as that to which Manston tended. The

younger Edward Springrove was returning from London to his father's house by the identical train which the

steward was expecting to bring his wife, the truth being that Edward's lateness was owing to the simplest of

all causes, his temporary want of money, which led him to make a slow journey for the sake of travelling at

Springrove had received Cytherea's bitter and admonitory letter, and he was clearly awakened to a perception

of the false position in which he had placed himself, by keeping silence at Budmouth on his long

engagement. An increasing reluctance to put an end to those few days of ecstasy with Cytherea had overruled

'Why did I do it? how could I dream of loving her?' he asked himself as he walked by day, as he tossed on his

An impressionable heart had for yearsperhaps as many as six or seven yearsbeen distracting him, by

unconsciously setting itself to yearn for somebody wanting, he scarcely knew whom. Echoes of himself,

though rarely, he now and then found. Sometimes they were men, sometimes women, his cousin Adelaide

being one of these; for in spite of a fashion which pervades the whole community at the present daythe

habit of exclaiming that woman is not undeveloped man, but diverse, the fact remains that, after all, women

are Mankind, and that in many of the sentiments of life the difference of sex is but a difference of degree.

But the indefinable helpmate to the remoter sides of himself still continued invisible. He grew older, and

concluded that the ideas, or rather emotions, which possessed him on the subject, were probably too unreal

ever to be found embodied in the flesh of a woman. Thereupon, he developed a plan of satisfying his dreams

by wandering away to the heroines of poetical imagination, and took no further thought on the earthly

realization of his formless desire, in more homely matters satisfying himself with his cousin.

Some women kindle emotion so rapidly in a man's heart that the judgment cannot keep pace with its rise, and

finds, on comprehending the situation, that faithfulness to the old love is already treachery to the new. Such

women are not necessarily the greatest of their sex, but there are very few of them. Cytherea was one.

On receiving the letter from her he had taken to thinking over these things, and had not answered it at all. But

'hungry generations' soon tread down the muser in a city. At length he thought of the strong necessity of

living. After a dreary search, the negligence of which was ultimately overcome by mere conscientiousness, he

obtained a situation as assistant to an architect in the neighbourhood of Charing Cross: the duties would not

He could not at first decide whither he should go to spend the intervening time; but in the midst of his

reasonings he found himself on the road homeward, impelled by a secret and unowned hope of getting a last

It was a quarter to twelve when Manston drove into the stationyard. The train was punctual, and the bell,

announcing its arrival, rang as he crossed the bookingoffice to go out upon the platform.

The porter who had accompanied Mrs. Manston to Carriford, and had returned to the station on his night

Before the clerk could speak, another man ran in and answered the question without having heard it.

'Half Carriford is burnt down, or will be!' he exclaimed. 'You can't see the flames from this station on account

He also crossed the line to assist at the entry of the train, which came in the next minute.

The steward stood in the office. One passenger alighted, gave up his ticket, and crossed the room in front of

Manston: a young man with a black bag and umbrella in his hand. He passed out of the door, down the steps,

'Who was that young man?' said Manston, when the porter had returned. The young man, by a kind of

'My own old profession. I could have sworn it by the cut of him,' Manston murmured. 'What's his name?' he

'Farmer Springrove's son, Edward,' the steward repeated to himself, and considered a matter to which the

The matter was Miss Aldclyffe's mention of the young man as Cytherea's lover, which, indeed, had scarcely

'But for the existence of my wife that man might have been my rival,' he pondered, following the porter, who

had now come back to him, into the luggageroom. And whilst the man was carrying out and putting in one

box, which was sufficiently portable for the gig, Manston still thought, as his eyes watched the process

He examined the lamps of his gig, carefully laid out the reins, mounted the seat and drove along the

The exact locality of the fire was plain to him as he neared home. He soon could hear the shout of men, the

flapping of the flames, the crackling of burning wood, and could smell the smoke from the conflagration.

Of a sudden, a few yards ahead, within the compass of the rays from the righthand lamp, burst forward the

figure of a man. Having been walking in darkness the newcomer raised his hands to his eyes, on approaching

Manston saw that he was one of the villagers: a small farmer originally, who had drunk himself down to a

'Yes, unfortunately she's come, I know, and asleep long before this time, I suppose.'

The labourer leant his elbow upon the shaft of the gig and turned his face, pale and sweating from his late

'Yes, she did come,' he said. . . . 'I beg pardon, sir, but I should be glad ofof'

'Then will you lend me a shillen, sir? I be tired out, and don't know what to do. If I don't pay you back some

'Thy wife is DEAD; that's 'the rest o' the news,' said the labourer slowly. He waited for a reply; none came.

'She went to the Three Tranters, because she couldn't get into thy house, the burnen roof fell in upon her

Expectation of a concussion may be so intense that its failure strikes the brain with more force than its

fulfilment. The labourer sank back into the ditch. Such a Cushi could not realize the possibility of such an

Manston drove hastily to the turning of the road, tied his horse, and ran on foot to the site of the fire.

The stagnation caused by the awful accident had been passed through, and all hands were helping to remove

from the remaining cottage what furniture they could lay hold of; the thatch of the roofs being already on fire.

The Knapwater fireengine had arrived on the spot, but it was small, and ineffectual. A group was collected

round the rector, who in a coat which had become bespattered, scorched, and torn in his exertions, was

directing on one hand the proceedings relative to the removal of goods into the church, and with the other

was pointing out the spot on which it was most desirable that the puny engines at their disposal should be

made to play. Every tongue was instantly silent at the sight of Manston's pale and clear countenance, which

contrasted strangely with the grimy and streaming faces of the toiling villagers.

'Was she burnt?' he said in a firm though husky voice, and stepping into the illuminated area. The rector came

'She is dead: but thank God, she was spared the horrid agony of burning,' the rector said solemnly; 'the roof

'From what we can hurriedly collect, it seems that she found the door of your house locked, and concluded

that you had retired, the fact being that your servant, Mrs. Crickett, had gone out to supper. She then came

Mr. Springrove came up, walking feebly, and wrapped in a cloak, and corroborated the evidence given by the

'My not meeting her, naturally,' murmured the other, lost in reverie. He turned his back on Springrove and the

Everything had been done that could be done with the limited means at their disposal. The whole row of

houses was destroyed, and each presented itself as one stage of a series, progressing from smoking ruins at

the end where the inn had stood, to a partly flaming mass glowing as none but wood embers will glowat

A feature in the decline of town fires was noticeably absent here steam. There was present what is not

The heat, and the smarting effect upon their eyes of the strong smoke from the burning oak and deal, had at

last driven the villagers back from the road in front of the houses, and they now stood in groups in the

churchyard, the surface of which, raised by the interments of generations, stood four or five feet above the

level of the road, and almost even with the top of the low wall dividing one from the other. The headstones

stood forth whitely against the dark grass and yews, their brightness being repeated on the white

smockfrocks of some of the labourers, and in a mellower, ruddier form on their faces and hands, on those of

the grinning gargoyles, and on other salient stonework of the weatherbeaten church in the background.

The rector had decided that, under the distressing circumstances of the case, there would be no sacrilege in

placing in the church, for the night, the pieces of furniture and utensils which had been saved from the several

houses. There was no other place of safety for them, and they accordingly were gathered there.

Manston, when he retired to meditate, had walked round the churchyard, and now entered the opened door of

He mechanically pursued his way round the piers into his own seat in the north aisle. The lower atmosphere

of this spot was shaded by its own wall from the shine which streamed in over the windowsills on the same

side. The only light burning inside the church was a small tallow candle, standing in the font, in the opposite

aisle of the building to that in which Manston had sat down, and near where the furniture was piled. The

candle's mild rays were overpowered by the ruddier light from the ruins, making the weak flame to appear

Sitting there he saw Farmer Springrove enter the door, followed by his son Edward, still carrying his

travellingbag in his hand. They were speaking of the sad death of Mrs. Manston, but the subject was

This row of houses, running from the inn eastward, had been built under the following circumstances:

Fifty years before this date, the spot upon which the cottages afterwards stood was a blank strip, along the

side of the village street, difficult to cultivate, on account of the outcrop thereon of a large bed of flints called

The Aldclyffe then in possession of the estate conceived the idea that a row of cottages would be an

improvement to the spot, and accordingly granted leases of portions to several respectable inhabitants. Each

lessee was to be subject to the payment of a merely nominal rent for the whole term of lives, on condition that

Those who had built had, one by one, relinquished their indentures, either by sale or barter, to Farmer

Springrove's father. New lives were added in some cases, by payment of a sum to the lord of the manor, etc.,

and all the leases were now held by the farmer himself, as one of the chief provisions for his old age.

'They were insured there every one. Six months ago the office, which had been raising the premiums on

thatched premises higher for some years, gave up insuring them altogether, as two or three other fireoffices

had done previously, on account, they said, of the uncertainty and greatness of the risk of thatch undetached.

Ever since then I have been continually intending to go to another office, but have never gone. Who expects a

They went into the south aisle, took the candle from the font, and then proceeded to open the bureau, which

had been placed in a corner under the gallery. Both leant over upon the flap; Edward holding the candle,

whilst his father took the pieces of parchment from one of the drawers, and spread the first out before him.

'You read it, Ted. I can't see without my glasses. This one will be sufficient. The terms of all are the same.'

Edward took the parchment, and read quickly and indistinctly for some time; then aloud and slowly as

'And the said John Springrove for himself his heirs executors and administrators doth covenant and agree

with the said Gerald Fellcourt Aldclyffe his heirs and assigns that he the said John Springrove his heirs and

assigns during the said term shall pay unto the said Gerald Fellcourt Aldclyffe his heirs and assigns the clear

yearly rent of ten shillings and sixpence. . . . at the several times hereinbefore appointed for the payment

thereof respectively. And also shall and at all times during the said term well and sufficiently repair and keep

the said Cottage or Dwellinghouse and all other the premises and all houses or buildings erected or to be

erected thereupon in good and proper repair in every respect without exception and the said premises in such

good repair upon the determination of this demise shall yield up unto the said Gerald Fellcourt Aldclyffe his

They closed the bureau and turned towards the door of the church without speaking.

Manston also had come forward out of the gloom. Notwithstanding the farmer's own troubles, an instinctive

respect and generous sense of sympathy with the steward for his awful loss caused the old man to step aside,

Manston came near, and passed down the aisle on the side of the younger man. Their faces came almost close

together: one large flame, which still lingered upon the ruins outside, threw long dancing shadows of each

across the nave till they bent upwards against the aisle wall, and also illuminated their eyes, as each met those

of the other. Edward had learnt, by a letter from home, of the steward's passion for Cytherea, and his

mysterious repression of it, afterwards explained by his marriage. That marriage was now nought. Edward

realized the man's newly acquired freedom, and felt an instinctive enmity towards himhe would hardly

own to himself why. The steward, too, knew Cytherea's attachment to Edward, and looked keenly and

Manston went homeward alone, his heart full of strange emotions. Entering the house, and dismissing the

Reasoning worldliness, especially when allied with sensuousness, cannot repress on some extreme occasions

the human instinct to pour out the soul to some Being or Personality, who in frigid moments is dismissed

with the title of Chance, or at most Law. Manston was selfishly and inhumanly, but honestly and unutterably,

thankful for the recent catastrophe. Beside his bed, for that first time during a period of nearly twenty years,

Many minutes passed before he arose. He walked to the window, and then seemed to remember for the first

time that some action on his part was necessary in connection with the sad circumstance of the night.

Leaving the house at once, he went to the scene of the fire, arriving there in time to hear the rector making an

arrangement with a certain number of men to watch the spot till morning. The ashes were still redhot and

flaming. Manston found that nothing could be done towards searching them at that hour of the night. He

turned homeward again, in the company of the rector, who had considerately persuaded him to retire from the

scene for a while, and promised that as soon as a man could live amid the embers of the Three Tranters Inn,

The search began at dawn, but a quarter past nine o'clock came without bringing any result. Manston ate a

little breakfast, and crossed the hollow of the park which intervened between the old and modern

He met her midway. She was about to pay him a visit of condolence, and to place every man on the estate at

his disposal, that the search for any relic of his dead and destroyed wife might not be delayed an instant.

He accompanied her back to the house. At first they conversed as if the death of the poor woman was an

event which the husband must of necessity deeply lament; and when all under this head that social form

seemed to require had been uttered, they spoke of the material damage done, and of the steps which had

It was not till both were shut inside her private room that she spoke to him in her blunt and cynical manner. A

certain newness of bearing in him, peculiar to the present morning, had hitherto forbidden her this tone: the

demeanour of the subject of her favouritism had altered, she could not tell in what way. He was entirely a

'I should be sorry to say such a thing now the poor creature is dead,' Miss Aldclyffe returned reproachfully.

'Why?' he asked. 'Why should I praise her if she doesn't deserve it? I say exactly what I have often admired

Sterne for saying in one of his lettersthat neither reason nor Scripture asks us to speak nothing but good of

the dead. And now, madam,' he continued, after a short interval of thought, 'I may, perhaps, hope that you

will assist me, or rather not thwart me, in endeavouring to win the love of a young lady living about you, one

Surprise was a preface to much agitation in her, which caused her to rise from her seat, and pace to the side of

the room. The steward quietly looked on and added, 'I have been loving and still love her.'

She came close up to him, wistfully contemplating his face, one hand moving indecisively at her side.

'And your secret marriage was, then, the true and only reason for that backwardness regarding the courtship

of Cytherea, which, they tell me, has been the talk of the village; not your indifference to her attractions.' Her

voice had a tone of conviction in it, as well as of inquiry; but none of jealousy.

'Yes,' he said; 'and not a dishonourable one. What held me back was just that one thinga sense of morality

that perhaps, madam, you did not give me credit for.' The latter words were spoken with a mien and tone of

'And now,' he went on, 'I may as well say a word in vindication of my conduct lately, at the risk, too, of

offending you. My actual motive in submitting to your order that I should send for my late wife, and live with

her, was not the mercenary policy of wishing to retain an office which brings me greater comforts than any I

have enjoyed before, but this unquenchable passion for Cytherea. Though I saw the weakness, folly, and even

wickedness of it continually, it still forced me to try to continue near her, even as the husband of another

'There's a great obstacle to my making any way in winning Miss Graye's love,' he went on.

'Yes, Edward Springrove,' she said quietly. 'I know it, I did once want to see them married; they have had a

slight quarrel, and it will soon be made up again, unless' she spoke as if she had only half attended to

'Pooh!' said she, 'you mean to his cousin at Peakhill; that's nothing to help us; he's now come home to break it

His tone attracted her, startled her. Recovering herself, she said haughtily, 'Well, that's your affair, not mine.

Though my wish has been to see her YOUR wife, I can't do anything dishonourable to bring about such a

'But it must be MADE your affair,' he said in a hard, steady voice, looking into her eyes, as if he saw there

One of the most difficult things to portray by written words is that peculiar mixture of moods expressed in a

woman's countenance when, after having been sedulously engaged in establishing another's position, she

suddenly suspects him of undermining her own. It was thus that Miss Aldclyffe looked at the steward.

'Then curse that wife of yours! She wrote and said she wouldn't tell you!' she burst out. 'Couldn't she keep her

word for a day?' She reflected and then said, but no more as to a stranger, 'I will not yield. I have committed

no crime. I yielded to her threats in a moment of weakness, though I felt inclined to defy her at the time: it

was chiefly because I was mystified as to how she got to know of it. Pooh! I will put up with threats no more.

O, can YOU threaten me?' she added softly, as if she had for the moment forgotten to whom she had been

'My love must be made your affair,' he repeated, without taking his eyes from her.

An agony, which was not the agony of being discovered in a secret, obstructed her utterance for a time. 'How

can you turn upon me so when I schemed to get you hereschemed that you might win her till I found you

were married. O, how can you! O!. . . O!' She wept; and the weeping of such a nature was as harrowing as the

'Your getting me here was bad policy as to your secretthe most absurd thing in the world,' he said, not

heeding her distress. 'I knew all, except the identity of the individual, long ago. Directly I found that my

coming here was a contrived thing, and not a matter of chance, it fixed my attention upon you at once. All

that was required was the mere spark of life, to make of a bundle of perceptions an organic whole.'

'Policy, how can you talk of policy? Think, do think! And how can you threaten me when you knowyou

'Yes, yes, I think you would,' he said more kindly; 'but your indifference for so many, many years has made

'Now listen,' he said, more quietly and humanly, when she had become calmer: 'Springrove must marry the

'Do you know that his father has not been particularly thriving for the last two or three years?'

'I have heard something of it, once or twice, though his rents have been promptly paid, haven't they?'

'O yes; and do you know the terms of the leases of the houses which are burnt?' he said, explaining to her that

by those terms she might compel him even to rebuild every house. 'The case is the clearest case of fire by

'I don't want them rebuilt; you know it was intended by my father, directly they fell in, to clear the site for a

'Yes, but that doesn't affect the position, which is that Farmer Springrove is in your power to an extent which

'Because you might threaten if you chose,' she mournfully answered. 'But why be sowhen your marriage

'Scarcely anything: simply this. When I have seen old Mr. Springrove, which I shall do in a day or two, and

told him that he will be expected to rebuild the houses, do you see the young man. See him yourself, in order

that the proposals made may not appear to be anything more than an impulse of your own. You or he will

bring up the subject of the houses. To rebuild them would be a matter of at least six hundred pounds, and he

will almost surely say that we are hard in insisting upon the extreme letter of the leases. Then tell him that

scarcely can you yourself think of compelling an old tenant like his father to any such painful extremethere

shall be no compulsion to build, simply a surrender of the leases. Then speak feelingly of his cousin, as a

woman whom you respect and love, and whose secret you have learnt to be that she is heartsick with hope

deferred. Beg him to marry her, his betrothed and your friend, as some return for your consideration towards

his father. Don't suggest too early a day for their marriage, or he will suspect you of some motive beyond

womanly sympathy. Coax him to make a promise to her that she shall be his wife at the end of a

twelvemonth, and get him, on assenting to this, to write to Cytherea, entirely renouncing her.'

'So much the betterand telling her, too, that he is about to fulfil his longstanding promise to marry his

cousin. If you think it worth while, you may say Cytherea was not indisposed to think of me before she knew

I was married. I have at home a note she wrote me the first evening I saw her, which looks rather warm, and

which I could show you. Trust me, he will give her up. When he is married to Adelaide Hinton, Cytherea will

'And hadn't I better write to Mr. Nyttleton, and inquire more particularly what's the law upon the houses?'

'O no, there's no hurry for that. We know well enough how the case standsquite well enough to talk in

general terms about it. And I want the pressure to be put upon young Springrove before he goes away from

She looked at him furtively, long, and sadly, as after speaking he became lost in thought, his eyes listlessly

tracing the pattern of the carpet. 'Yes, yes, she will be mine,' he whispered, careless of Cytherea Aldclyffe's

Talibus incusat. Manston then left the house, and again went towards the blackened ruins, where men were

The smouldering remnants of the Three Tranters Inn seemed to promise that, even when the searchers should

light upon the remains of the unfortunate Mrs. Manston, very little would be discoverable.

Consisting so largely of the charcoal and ashes of hard dry oak and chestnut, intermingled with thatch, the

interior of the heap was one glowing mass of embers, which, on being stirred about, emitted sparks and flame

long after it was dead and black on the outside. It was persistently hoped, however, that some traces of the

body would survive the effect of the hot coals, and after a search pursued uninterruptedly for thirty hours,

under the direction of Manston himself, enough was found to set at rest any doubts of her fate.

The melancholy gleanings consisted of her watch, bunch of keys, a few coins, and two charred and blackened

Two days later the official inquiry into the cause of her death was held at the Rising Sun Inn, before Mr.

Floy, the coroner, and a jury of the chief inhabitants of the district. The little tavernthe only remaining one

in the villagewas crowded to excess by the neighbouring peasantry as well as their richer employers: all

who could by any possibility obtain an hour's release from their duties being present as listeners.

The jury viewed the sad and infinitesimal remains, which were folded in a white cambric cloth, and laid in

the middle of a wellfinished coffin lined with white silk (by Manston's order), which stood in an adjoining

room, the bulk of the coffin being completely filled in with carefully arranged flowers and evergreensalso

Abraham Brown, of Hoxton, Londonan old whiteheaded man, without the ruddiness which makes white

hairs so pleasingwas sworn, and deposed that he kept a lodginghouse at an address he named. On a

Saturday evening less than a month before the fire, a lady came to him, with very little luggage, and took the

front room on the second floor. He did not inquire where she came from, as she paid a week in advance, but

she gave her name as Mrs. Manston, referring him, if he wished for any guarantee of her respectability, to

Mr. Manston, Knapwater Park. Here she lived for three weeks, rarely going out. She slept away from her

lodgings one night during the time. At the end of that time, on the twentyeighth of November, she left his

house in a fourwheeled cab, about twelve o'clock in the day, telling the driver to take her to the Waterloo

Station. She paid all her lodging expenses, and not having given notice the full week previous to her going

away, offered to pay for the next, but he only took half. She wore a thick black veil, and grey waterproof

cloak, when she left him, and her luggage was two boxes, one of plain deal, with black japanned clamps, the

Joseph Chinney, porter at the Carriford Road Station, deposed that he saw Mrs. Manston, dressed as the last

witness had described, get out of a secondclass carriage on the night of the twentyeighth. She stood beside

him whilst her luggage was taken from the van. The luggage, consisting of the clamped deal box and another

covered with canvas, was placed in the cloakroom. She seemed at a loss at finding nobody there to meet her.

She asked him for some person to accompany her, and carry her bag to Mr. Manston's house, Knapwater

Park. He was just off duty at that time, and offered to go himself. The witness here repeated the conversation

he had had with Mrs. Manston during their walk, and testified to having left her at the door of the Three

Next, Farmer Springrove was called. A murmur of surprise and commiseration passed round the crowded

The events of the few preceding days had so worked upon his nervously thoughtful nature that the blue orbits

of his eyes, and the mere spot of scarlet to which the ruddiness of his cheeks had contracted, seemed the

result of a heavy sickness. A perfect silence pervaded the assembly when he spoke.

His statement was that he received Mrs. Manston at the threshold, and asked her to enter the parlour. She

would not do so, and stood in the passage whilst the maid went upstairs to see that the room was in order. The

maid came down to the middle landing of the staircase, when Mrs. Manston followed her up to the room. He

Afterwards, whilst he was standing at the door listening for his son Edward's return, he saw her light

SPRINGROVE: 'I cannot say, as I didn't take particular notice. It moved backwards and forwards; she might

Mrs. Fitler, the ostler's wife and chambermaid, said that she preceded Mrs. Manston into the room, put down

the candle, and went out. Mrs. Manston scarcely spoke to her, except to ask her to bring a little brandy.

Witness went and fetched it from the bar, brought it up, and put it on the dressingtable.

'Not exactly before I had left; but when I had closed the door, and was on the landing I heard her boot drop on

'I cannot say as her bonnet and veil were still on when I left, for she seemed rather shy and ashamed to be

Mrs. Crickett, temporary servant to Mr. Manston, said that in accordance with Mr. Manston's orders,

everything had been made comfortable in the house for Mrs. Manston's expected return on Monday night.

Mr. Manston told her that himself and Mrs. Manston would be home late, not till between eleven and twelve

o'clock, and that supper was to be ready. Not expecting Mrs. Manston so early, she had gone out on a very

Mr. Manston deposed that in looking down the columns of Bradshaw he had mistaken the time of the train's

arrival, and hence was not at the station when she came. The broken watch produced was his wife'she

knew it by a scratch on the inner plate, and by other signs. The bunch of keys belonged to her: two of them

Mr. Flooks, agent to Lord Claydonfield at Chettlewood, said that Mr. Manston had pleaded as his excuse for

leaving him rather early in the evening after their day's business had been settled, that he was going to meet

his wife at Carriford Road Station, where she was coming by the last train that night.

The surgeon said that the remains were those of a human being. The small fragment seemed a portion of one

of the lumbar vertebraethe other the head of the os femorisbut they were both so far gone that it was

impossible to say definitely whether they belonged to the body of a male or female. There was no moral

doubt that they were a woman's. He did not believe that death resulted from burning by fire. He thought she

was crushed by the fall of the west gable, which being of wood, as well as the floor, burnt after it had fallen,

The coroner summed up, and the jury without hesitation found that the deceased Mrs. Manston came by her

When Mr. Springrove came from the door of the Rising Sun at the end of the inquiry, Manston walked by his

'Everybody,' said the old farmer, with deep sadness, ''tis quite a misery to me. I hardly know how I shall live

through each day as it breaks. I think of the words, "In the morning thou shalt say, Would God it were even!

and at even thou shalt say, Would God it were morning! for the fear of thine heart wherewith thou shalt fear,

and for the sight of thine eyes which thou shalt see."' His voice became broken.

'Nothing; but I can commiserate you. I should be worse than unfeeling if I didn't, although my own affliction

is of so sad and solemn a kind. Indeed my own loss makes me more keenly alive to yours, different in nature

'What sum do you think would be required of me to put the houses in place again?'

'If the letter of the law is to be acted up to,' said the old man, with more agitation in his voice.

'Do you know enough of Miss Aldclyffe's mind to give me an idea of how she means to treat me?'

'Well, I am afraid I must tell you that though I know very little of her mind as a rule, in this matter I believe

she will be rather peremptory; she might share to the extent of a sixth or an eighth perhaps, in consideration

The steward stepped upon the stile, and Mr. Springrove went along the road with a bowed head and heavy

footsteps towards his niece's cottage, in which, rather against the wish of Edward, they had temporarily taken

The additional weight of this knowledge soon made itself perceptible. Though indoors with Edward or

Adelaide nearly the whole of the afternoon, nothing more than monosyllabic replies could be drawn from

him. Edward continually discovered him looking fixedly at the wall or floor, quite unconscious of another's

presence. At supper he ate just as usual, but quite mechanically, and with the same abstraction.

The next morning he was in no better spirits. Afternoon came: his son was alarmed, and managed to draw

'Nonsense; he knows nothing about it,' said Edward vehemently. 'I'll see Miss Aldclyffe myself. Now promise

me, father, that you'll not believe till I come back, and tell you to believe it, that Miss Aldclyffe will do any

Edward started at once for Knapwater House. He strode rapidly along the highroad, till he reached a wicket

where a footpath allowed of a short cut to the mansion. Here he leant down upon the bars for a few minutes,

meditating as to the best manner of opening his speech, and surveying the scene before him in that absent

mood which takes cognizance of little things without being conscious of them at the time, though they appear

in the eye afterwards as vivid impressions. It was a yellow, lustrous, late autumn day, one of those days of the

quarter when morning and evening seem to meet together without the intervention of a noon. The clear

yellow sunlight had tempted forth Miss Aldclyffe herself, who was at this same time taking a walk in the

direction of the village. As Springrove lingered he heard behind the plantation a woman's dress brushing

along amid the prickly husks and leaves which had fallen into the path from the boughs of the chestnut trees.

He answered her casual greeting respectfully, and was about to request a few minutes' conversation with her,

when she directly addressed him on the subject of the fire. 'It is a sad misfortune for your father' she said, 'and

'He has, madam, and you are probably aware that either by the general terms of his holding, or the same

coupled with the origin of the fire, the disaster may involve the necessity of his rebuilding the whole row of

houses, or else of becoming a debtor to the estate, to the extent of some hundreds of pounds?'

She assented. 'I have been thinking of it,' she went on, and then repeated in substance the words put into her

mouth by the steward. Some disturbance of thought might have been fancied as taking place in Springrove's

mind during her statement, but before she had reached the end, his eyes were clear, and directed upon her.

'I don't refer to the housesyou have of course the best of all rights to speak of that matter; but you, a

stranger to me comparatively, have no right at all to volunteer opinions and wishes upon a very delicate

subject, which concerns no living beings but Miss Graye, Miss Hinton, and myself.'

Miss Aldclyffe, like a good many others in her position, had plainly not realized that a son of her tenant and

inferior could have become an educated man, who had learnt to feel his individuality, to view society from a

Bohemian standpoint, far outside the farming grade in Carriford parish, and that hence he had all a developed

man's unorthodox opinion about the subordination of classes. And fully conscious of the labyrinth into which

he had wandered between his wish to behave honourably in the dilemma of his engagement to his cousin

Adelaide and the intensity of his love for Cytherea, Springrove was additionally sensitive to any allusion to

And Miss Aldclyffe was not a woman likely to be far behind any second person in warming to a mood of

defiance. It seemed as if she were prepared to put up with a cold refusal, but that her haughtiness resented a

criticism of her conduct ending in a rebuke. By this, Manston's discreditable object, which had been made

hers by compulsion only, was now adopted by choice. She flung herself into the work.

A fiery man in such a case would have relinquished persuasion and tried palpable force. A fiery woman

added unscrupulousness and evolved daring strategy; and in her obstinacy, and to sustain herself as mistress,

she descended to an action the meanness of which haunted her conscience to her dying hour.

'I don't quite see, Mr. Springrove,' she said, 'that I am altogether what you are pleased to call a stranger. I

have known your family, at any rate, for a good many years, and I know Miss Graye particularly well, and

Perplexed love makes us credulous and curious as old women. Edward was willing, he owned it to himself, to

'A letter I received from her' he said, with assumed coldness, 'tells me clearly enough what Miss Graye's mind

'I should be interested in knowing what reason?' she said, with sarcastic archness.

Edward felt he was allowing her to do, in fractional parts, what he rebelled against when regarding it as a

whole; but the fact that his antagonist had the presence of a queen, and features only in the early evening of

their beauty, was not without its influence upon a keenly conscious man. Her bearing had charmed him into

toleration, as Mary Stuart's charmed the indignant Puritan visitors. He again answered her honestly.

'Not at all, Miss Aldclyffe! Miss Graye desired that we should be strangers to each other for the simple

practical reason that intimacy could only make wretched complications worse, not from lack of lovelove is

'Don't you know yet, that in thus putting aside a man, a woman's pity for the pain she inflicts gives her a

kindness of tone which is often mistaken for suppressed love?' said Miss Aldclyffe, with soft insidiousness.

This was a translation of the ambiguity of Cytherea's tone which he had certainly never thought of; and he

'My intention waswhat I did not dream of owning to youmy intention was to try to induce you to fulfil

your promise to Miss Hinton not solely on her account and yours (though partly). I love Cytherea Graye with

all my soul, and I want to see her happy even more than I do you. I did not mean to drag her name into the

affair at all, but I am driven to say that she wrote that letter of dismissal to youfor it was a most

pronounced dismissalnot on account of your engagement. She is old enough to know that engagements can

be broken as easily as they can be made. She wrote it because she loved another man; very suddenly, and not

'She had; he came here the day before she wrote to you; and I could prove to you, if it were worth while, that

on that day she went voluntarily to his house, though not artfully or blamably; stayed for two hours playing

and singing; that no sooner did she leave him than she went straight home, and wrote the letter saying she

should not see you again, entirely because she had seen him and fallen desperately in love with hima

perfectly natural thing for a young girl to do, considering that he's the handsomest man in the county. Why

'Because I was such abecause she did not know of the connection between me and my cousin until then.'

'On the strong ground of my having told her so, distinctly, the very first day she came to live with me.'

'Well, what do you seek to impress upon me after all? Thisthat the day Miss Graye wrote to me, saying it

was better that we should part, coincided with the day she had seen a certain man'

'And at the same instant that she wrote your dismissal she wrote a letter referring to a secret appointment with

'There's no accounting for beliefs, and the whole history is a very trivial matter; but I am resolved to prove

that a lady's word is truthful, though upon a matter which concerns neither you nor herself. You shall learn

that she DID write him a letter concerning an assignationthat is, if Mr. Manston still has it, and will be

'But besides,' continued Edward, 'a married man to do what would cause a young girl to write a note of the

'That I don't know anything about,' she stammered. 'But Cytherea didn't, of course, dream any more than I

'And I have reason to believe that he told her of the fact directly afterwards, that she might not compromise

herself, or allow him to. It is notorious that he struggled honestly and hard against her attractions, and

'You must remember,' she added more suasively, 'that Miss Graye has a perfect right to do what she likes

Her descent from irritation was caused by perceiving that Edward's faith was really disturbed by her strong

Edward's thoughts flew to his father, and the object of his interview with her. Tonguefencing was utterly

'I will not trouble you by remaining longer, madam,' he remarked, gloomily; 'our conversation has ended

'Don't think so,' she said, 'and don't be mistaken. I am older than you are, many years older, and I know many

Full of miserable doubt, and bitterly regretting that he had raised his father's expectations by anticipations

impossible of fulfilment, Edward slowly went his way into the village, and approached his cousin's house.

The farmer was at the door looking eagerly for him. He had been waiting there for more than halfanhour.

'Well, Ted, what does she say?' he asked, in the intensely sanguine tones which fall sadly upon a listener's

ear, because, antecedently, they raise pictures of inevitable disappointment for the speaker, in some direction

The old man's eyes swept the horizon, then he turned to go in, without making another observation. All light

seemed extinguished in him again. When Edward went in he found his father with the bureau open, unfolding

the leases with a shaking hand, folding them up again without reading them, then putting them in their niche

Adelaide was in the room. She said thoughtfully to Edward, as she watched the farmer

'I hope it won't kill poor uncle, Edward. What should we do if anything were to happen to him? He is the only

near relative you and I have in the world.' It was perfectly true, and somehow Edward felt more bound up

She continued: 'And he was only saying so hopefully the day before the fire, that he wouldn't for the world let

For the first time a conscientious doubt arose in Edward's mind as to the justice of the course he was pursuing

in resolving to refuse the alternative offered by Miss Aldclyffe. Could it be selfishness as well as

independence? How much he had thought of his own heart, how little he had thought of his father's peace of

The old man did not speak again till suppertime, when he began asking his son an endless number of

hypothetical questions on what might induce Miss Aldclyffe to listen to kinder terms; speaking of her now

not as an unfair woman, but as a Lachesis or Fate whose course it behoved nobody to condemn. In his

earnestness he once turned his eyes on Edward's face: their expression was woful: the pupils were dilated and

'If she will only agree to that!' he reiterated for the hundredth time, increasing the sadness of his listeners.

An aristocratic knocking came to the door, and Jane entered with a letter, addressed

'Miss Aldclyffe's writing,' said Mr. Springrove, before Edward had recognized it himself. 'Now 'tis all right;

she's going to make an offer; she doesn't want the houses there, not she; they are going to make that the way

Edward opened the seal and glanced at the inside. He said, with a supreme effort of selfcommand

'It is only directed by Miss Aldclyffe, and refers to nothing connected with the fire. I wonder at her taking the

His father looked absently at him and turned away again. Shortly afterwards they retired for the night. Alone

in his bedroom Edward opened and read what he had not dared to refer to in their presence.

The envelope contained another envelope in Cytherea's handwriting, addressed to ' Manston, Esq., Old

Manor House.' Inside this was the note she had written to the steward after her detention in his house by the

'I find I cannot meet you at seven o'clock by the waterfall as I promised. The emotion I felt made me forgetful

Miss Aldclyffe had not written a line, and, by the unvarying rule observable when words are not an absolute

necessity, her silence seemed ten times as convincing as any expression of opinion could have been.

He then, step by step, recalled all the conversation on the subject of Cytherea's feelings that had passed

between himself and Miss Aldclyffe in the afternoon, and by a confusion of thought, natural enough under

the trying experience, concluded that because the lady was truthful in her portraiture of effects, she must

necessarily be right in her assumption of causes. That is, he was convinced that Cythereathe

hithertobelieved faithful Cythereahad, at any rate, looked with something more than indifference upon

Did he blame her, as guilty of the impropriety of allowing herself to love the newcomer in the face of his not

being free to return her love? No; never for a moment did he doubt that all had occurred in her old, innocent,

impulsive way; that her heart was gone before she knew itbefore she knew anything, beyond his existence,

of the man to whom it had flown. Perhaps the very note enclosed to him was the result of first reflection.

Manston he would unhesitatingly have called a scoundrel, but for one strikingly redeeming fact. It had been

patent to the whole parish, and had come to Edward's own knowledge by that indirect channel, that Manston,

as a married man, conscientiously avoided Cytherea after those first few days of his arrival during which her

Taking from his coat a creased and pocketworn envelope containing Cytherea's letter to himself, Springrove

opened it and read it through. He was upbraided therein, and he was dismissed. It bore the date of the letter

sent to Manston, and by containing within it the phrase, 'All the day long I have been thinking,' afforded

justifiable ground for assuming that it was written subsequently to the other (and in Edward's sight far

But though he accused her of fickleness, he would not doubt the genuineness, in its kind, of her partiality for

But it was not flirtation; a feeling had been born in her and had died. It would be well for his peace of mind if

Miss Aldclyffe had shown herself desperately concerned in the whole matter by the alacrity with which she

had obtained the letter from Manston, and her labours to induce himself to marry his cousin. Taken in

connection with her apparent interest in, if not love for, Cytherea, her eagerness, too, could only be accounted

Edward passed the night he scarcely knew how, tossing feverishly from side to side, the blood throbbing in

Before the day began to break he dressed himself. On going out upon the landing he found his father's

bedroom door already open. Edward concluded that the old man had risen softly, as was his wont, and gone

out into the fields to start the labourers. But neither of the outer doors was unfastened. He entered the front

room, and found it empty. Then animated by a new idea, he went round to the little back parlour, in which the

few wrecks saved from the fire were deposited, and looked in at the door. Here, near the window, the shutters

of which had been opened half way, he saw his father leaning on the bureau, his elbows resting on the flap,

his body nearly doubled, his hands clasping his forehead. Beside him were ghostlylooking square folds of

His father looked up when Edward entered, and wearily spoke to the young man as his face came into the

The farmer turned again to the leases on the bureau, and seemed to become lost in reflection. In a minute or

'This is more than we can bear, Tedmore than we can bear! Ted, this will kill me. Not the loss onlythe

sense of my neglect about the insurance and everything. Borrow I never will. 'Tis all misery now. God help

Edward did not answer, continuing to look fixedly at the dreary daylight outside.

'Ted,' the farmer went on, 'this upset of been burnt out o' home makes me very nervous and doubtful about

everything. There's this troubles me besidesour liven here with your cousin, and fillen up her house. It

must be very awkward for her. But she says she doesn't mind. Have you said anything to her lately about

'Well, perhaps you may as well, now we are so mixed in together. You know, no time has ever been

mentioned to her at all, first or last, and I think it right that now, since she has waited so patiently and so

longyou are almost called upon to say you are ready. It would simplify matters very much, if you were to

walk up to church wi' her one of these mornings, get the thing done, and go on liven here as we are. If you

don't I must get a house all the sooner. It would lighten my mind, too, about the two little freeholds over the

hillnot a morsel apiece, divided as they were between her mother and me, but a tidy bit tied together

He stopped from exhaustion produced by the intense concentration of his mind upon the weary subject, and

'But I am going to see her of the Great House this morning,' the farmer went on, his thoughts reverting to the

old subject. 'I must know the rights of the matter, the when and the where. I don't like seeing her, but I'd

The younger man knew exactly what she would say. If his father asked her what he was to do, and when, she

would simply refer him to Manston: her character was not that of a woman who shrank from a proposition

she had once laid down. If his father were to say to her that his son had at last resolved to marry his cousin

within the year, and had given her a promise to that effect, she would say, 'Mr. Springrove, the houses are

His mind was already made up. He said calmly, 'Father, when you are talking to Miss Aldclyffe, mention to

her that I have asked Adelaide if she is willing to marry me next Christmas. She is interested in my union

'And yet she can be iron with reference to me and her property,' the farmer murmured. 'Very well, Ted, I'll

Of the many contradictory particulars constituting a woman's heart, two had shown their vigorous contrast in

It was a dark morning, the morning after old Mr. Springrove's visit to Miss Aldclyffe, which had terminated

as Edward had intended. Having risen an hour earlier than was usual with her, Cytherea sat at the window of

an elegant little sittingroom on the ground floor, which had been appropriated to her by the kindness or

whim of Miss Aldclyffe, that she might not be driven into that lady's presence against her will. She leant with

her face on her hand, looking out into the gloomy grey air. A yellow glimmer from the flapping flame of the

newlylit fire fluttered on one side of her face and neck like a butterfly about to settle there, contrasting

warmly with the other side of the same fair face, which received from the window the faint cold morning

light, so weak that her shadow from the fire had a distinct outline on the windowshutter in spite of it. There

The contradiction alluded to was that in spite of the decisive mood which two months earlier in the year had

caused her to write a peremptory and final letter to Edward, she was now hoping for some answer other than

the only possible one a man who, as she held, did not love her wildly, could send to such a communication.

For a lover who did love wildly, she had left one little loophole in her otherwise straightforward epistle. Why

she expected the letter on some morning of this particular week was, that hearing of his return to Carriford,

she fondly assumed that he meant to ask for an interview before he left. Hence it was, too, that for the last

few days, she had not been able to keep in bed later than the time of the postman's arrival.

The clock pointed to halfpast seven. She saw the postman emerge from beneath the bare boughs of the park

trees, come through the wicket, dive through the shrubbery, reappear on the lawn, stalk across it without

reference to pathsas country postmen doand come to the porch. She heard him fling the bag down on

the seat, and turn away towards the village, without hindering himself for a single pace.

Then the butler opened the door, took up the bag, brought it in, and carried it up the staircase to place it on

the slab by Miss Aldclyffe's dressingroom door. The whole proceeding had been depicted by sounds.

She had a presentiment that her letter was in the bag at last. She thought then in diminishing pulsations of

confidence, 'He asks to see me! Perhaps he asks to see me: I hope he asks to see me.'

A quarter to eight: Miss Aldclyffe's bellrather earlier than usual. 'She must have heard the postbag

brought,' said the maiden, as, tired of the chilly prospect outside, she turned to the fire, and drew imaginative

'Miss Aldclyffe is awake,' she said; 'and she asked if you were moving yet, miss.'

'I'll run up to her,' said Cytherea, and flitted off with the utterance of the words. 'Very fortunate this,' she

She took it up from the side table, went into Miss Aldclyffe's bedroom, pulled up the blinds, and looked

round upon the lady in bed, calculating the minutes that must elapse before she looked at her letters.

'Well, darling, how are you? I am glad you have come in to see me,' said Miss Aldclyffe. 'You can unlock the

'Strange!' Cytherea thought; 'it seems as if she knew there was likely to be a letter for me.'

From her bed Miss Aldclyffe watched the girl's face as she tremblingly opened the postbag and found there

an envelope addressed to her in Edward's handwriting; one he had written the day before, after the decision

he had come to on an impartial, and on that account torturing, survey of his own, his father's, his cousin

The haughty mistress's soul sickened remorsefully within her when she saw suddenly appear upon the

The mastersentences of Edward's letter were these: 'You speak truly. That we never meet again is the wisest

and only proper course. That I regret the past as much as you do yourself, it is hardly necessary for me to

Week after week, month after month, the time had flown by. Christmas had passed; dreary winter with dark

evenings had given place to more dreary winter with light evenings. Thaws had ended in rain, rain in wind,

wind in dust. Showery days had comethe period of pink dawns and white sunsets; with the third week in

Edward Springrove was in London, attending to the duties of his new office, and it had become known

throughout the neighbourhood of Carriford that the engagement between himself and Miss Adelaide Hinton

The only occasion on which her lover of the idle delicious days at Budmouth wateringplace had been seen

by Cytherea after the time of the decisive correspondence, was once in church, when he sat in front of her,

The rencounter was quite an accident. Springrove had come there in the full belief that Cytherea was away

from home with Miss Aldclyffe; and he continued ignorant of her presence throughout the service.

It is at such moments as these, when a sensitive nature writhes under the conception that its most cherished

emotions have been treated with contumely, that the spheredescended Maid, Music, friend of Pleasure at

other times, becomes a positive enemy racking, bewildering, unrelenting. The congregation sang the first

'Like some fair tree which, fed by streams, With timely fruit doth bend, He still shall flourish, and success All

Cytherea's lips did not move, nor did any sound escape her; but could she help singing the words in the

depths of her being, although the man to whom she applied them sat at her rival's side?

Perhaps the moral compensation for all a woman's petty cleverness under thriving conditions is the real

nobility that lies in her extreme foolishness at these other times; her sheer inability to be simply just, her

exercise of an illogical power entirely denied to men in generalthe power not only of kissing, but of

delighting to kiss the rod by a punctilious observance of the selfimmolating doctrines in the Sermon on the

As for Edwarda little like other men of his temperament, to whom, it is somewhat humiliating to think, the

aberrancy of a given love is in itself a recommendationhis sentiment, as he looked over his cousin's book,

'O, what hast thou of her, of her Whose every look did love inspire; Whose every breathing fanned my fire,

Then, without letting him see her, Cytherea slipt out of church early, and went home, the tones of the organ

still lingering in her ears as she tried bravely to kill a jealous thought that would nevertheless live: 'My nature

is one capable of more, far more, intense feeling than hers! She can't appreciate all the sides of himshe

never will! He is more tangible to me even now, as a thought, than his presence itself is to her!' She was less

But she continually repressed her misery and bitterness of heart till the effort to do so showed signs of

lessening. At length she even tried to hope that her lost lover and her rival would love one another very

The scene and the sentiment dropped into the past. Meanwhile, Manston continued visibly before her. He,

though quiet and subdued in his bearing for a long time after the calamity of November, had not simulated a

grief that he did not feel. At first his loss seemed so to absorb himthough as a startling change rather than

as a heavy sorrowthat he paid Cytherea no attention whatever. His conduct was uniformly kind and

respectful, but little more. Then, as the date of the catastrophe grew remoter, he began to wear a different

aspect towards her. He always contrived to obliterate by his manner all recollection on her side that she was

comparatively more dependent than himselfmaking much of her womanhood, nothing of her situation.

Prompt to aid her whenever occasion offered, and full of delightful petits soins at all times, he was not

officious. In this way he irresistibly won for himself a position as her friend, and the more easily in that he

Matters stood thus in the middle of the spring when the next move on his behalf was made by Miss Aldclyffe.

She led Cytherea to a summerhouse called the Fane, built in the private grounds about the mansion in the

form of a Grecian temple; it overlooked the lake, the island on it, the trees, and their undisturbed reflection in

the smooth still water. Here the old and young maid halted; here they stood, side by side, mentally imbibing

The month was Maythe time, morning. Cuckoos, thrushes, blackbirds, and sparrows gave forth a perfect

confusion of song and twitter. The road was spotted white with the fallen leaves of appleblossoms, and the

sparkling grey dew still lingered on the grass and flowers. Two swans floated into view in front of the

'They seem to come to us without any will of their ownquite involuntarilydon't they?' said Cytherea,

'Yes, but if you look narrowly you can see their hips just beneath the water, working with the greatest energy.'

'I'd rather not see that, it spoils the idea of proud indifference to direction which we associate with a swan.'

Cytherea looked into Miss Aldclyffe's face; her eyes grew round as circles, and lines of wonderment came

visibly upon her countenance. She had not once regarded Manston as a lover since his wife's sudden

appearance and subsequent death. The death of a wife, and such a death, was an overwhelming matter in her

'Of course he knows that. But loving is not done by months, or method, or rule, or nobody would ever have

invented such a phrase as "falling in love." He does not want his love to be observed just yet, on the very

account you mention; but conceal it as he may from himself and us, it exists definitelyand very intensely, I

'I suppose then, that if he can't help it, it is no harm of him,' said Cytherea naively, and beginning to ponder.

'Of course it isn'tyou know that well enough. She was a great burden and trouble to him. This may become

A rush of feeling at remembering that the same woman, before Manston's arrival, had just as frankly

'There, don't look at me like that, for Heaven's sake!' said Miss Aldclyffe. 'You could almost kill a person by

Edward once in the young lady's thoughts, there was no getting rid of him. She wanted to be alone.

'Now there, there; you want to be off, and have a good cry,' said Miss Aldclyffe, taking her hand. 'But you

mustn't, my dear. There's nothing in the past for you to regret. Compare Mr. Manston's honourable conduct

towards his wife and yourself, with Springrove towards his betrothed and yourself, and then see which

The next stage in Manston's advances towards her hand was a clearly defined courtship. She was sadly

perplexed, and some contrivance was necessary on his part in order to meet with her. But it is next to

impossible for an appreciative woman to have a positive repugnance towards an unusually handsome and

gifted man, even though she may not be inclined to love him. Hence Cytherea was not so alarmed at the sight

of him as to render a meeting and conversation with her more than a matter of difficulty.

Coming and going from church was his grand opportunity. Manston was very religious now. It is commonly

said that no man was ever converted by argument, but there is a single one which will make any Laodicean in

England, let him be once lovesick, wear prayerbooks and become a zealous Episcopalianthe argument

Manston introduced into his method a system of bewitching flattery, everywhere pervasive, yet, too, so

transitory and intangible, that, as in the case of the poet Wordsworth and the Wandering Voice, though she

felt it present, she could never find it. As a foil to heighten its effect, he occasionally spoke philosophically of

the evanescence of female beautythe worthlessness of mere appearance. 'Handsome is that handsome does'

he considered a proverb which should be written on the lookingglass of every woman in the land. 'Your

form, your motions, your heart have won me,' he said, in a tone of playful sadness. 'They are beautiful. But I

see these things, and it comes into my mind that they are doomed, they are gliding to nothing as I look. Poor

eyes, poor mouth, poor face, poor maiden! "Where will her glories be in twenty years?" I say. "Where will all

of her be in a hundred?" Then I think it is cruel that you should bloom a day, and fade for ever and ever. It

seems hard and sad that you will die as ordinarily as I, and be buried; be food for roots and worms, be

forgotten and come to earth, and grow up a mere blade of churchyardgrass and an ivy leaf. Then, Miss

Graye, when I see you are a Lovely Nothing, I pity you, and the love I feel then is better and sounder, larger

and more lasting than that I felt at the beginning.' Again an ardent flash of his handsome eyes.

It was by this route that he ventured on an indirect declaration and offer of his hand.

She implied in the same indirect manner that she did not love him enough to accept it.

An actual refusal was more than he had expected. Cursing himself for what he called his egregious folly in

making himself the slave of a mere lady's attendant, and for having given the parish, should they know of her

refusal, a chance of sneering at himcertainly a ground for thinking less of his standing than beforehe

went home to the Old House, and walked indecisively up and down his backyard. Turning aside, he leant

his arms upon the edge of the rainwater butt standing in the corner, and looked into it. The reflection from

the smooth stagnant surface tinged his face with the greenish shades of Correggio's nudes. Staves of sunlight

slanted down through the still pool, lighting it up with wonderful distinctness. Hundreds of thousands of

minute living creatures sported and tumbled in its depth with every contortion that gaiety could suggest;

perfectly happy, though consisting only of a head, or a tail, or at most a head and a tail, and all doomed to die

'Damn my position! Why shouldn't I be happy through my little day too? Let the parish sneer at my repulses,

Indeed, the inexperienced Cytherea had, towards Edward in the first place, and Manston afterwards,

unconsciously adopted bearings that would have been the very tactics of a professional fisher of men who

wished to have them each successively dangling at her heels. For if any rule at all can be laid down in a

matter which, for men collectively, is notoriously beyond regulation, it is that to snub a petted man, and to pet

a snubbed man, is the way to win in suits of both kinds. Manston with Springrove's encouragement would

have become indifferent. Edward with Manston's repulses would have sheered off at the outset, as he did

afterwards. Her supreme indifference added fuel to Manston's ardourit completely disarmed his pride. The

Cytherea had in the meantime received the following letter from her brother. It was the first definite

notification of the enlargement of that cloud no bigger than a man's hand which had for nearly a twelvemonth

hung before them in the distance, and which was soon to give a colour to their whole sky from horizon to

'DARLING SIS,I have delayed telling you for a long time of a little matter which, though not one to be

seriously alarmed about, is sufficiently vexing, and it would be unfair in me to keep it from you any longer. It

is that for some time past I have again been distressed by that lameness which I first distinctly felt when we

went to Lulstead Cove, and again when I left Knapwater that morning early. It is an unusual pain in my left

leg, between the knee and the ankle. I had just found fresh symptoms of it when you were here for that

halfhour about a month agowhen you said in fun that I began to move like an old man. I had a good mind

to tell you then, but fancying it would go off in a few days, I thought it was not worth while. Since that time it

has increased, but I am still able to work in the office, sitting on the stool. My great fear is that Mr. G. will

have some outdoor measuring work for me to do soon, and that I shall be obliged to decline it. However, we

will hope for the best. How it came, what was its origin, or what it tends to, I cannot think. You shall hear

This she answered, begging to know the worst, which she could bear, but suspense and anxiety never. In two

days came another letter from him, of which the subjoined paragraph is a portion:

'I had quite decided to let you know the worst, and to assure you that it was the worst, before you wrote to ask

it. And again I give you my word that I will conceal nothingso that there will be no excuse whatever for

your wearing yourself out with fears that I am worse than I say. This morning then, for the first time, I have

been obliged to stay away from the office. Don't be frightened at this, dear Cytherea. Rest is all that is

wanted, and by nursing myself now for a week, I may avoid an illness of six months.'

'Dr. Chestman has seen me. He said that the ailment was some sort of rheumatism, and I am now undergoing

proper treatment for its cure. My leg and foot have been placed in hot bran, liniments have been applied, and

also severe friction with a pad. He says I shall be as right as ever in a very short time. Directly I am I shall run

up by the train to see you. Don't trouble to come to me if Miss Aldclyffe grumbles again about your being

away, for I am going on capitally. . . . You shall hear again at the end of the week.'

'I am sorry to tell you, because I know it will be so disheartening after my last letter, that I am not so well as I

was then, and that there has been a sort of hitch in the proceedings. After I had been treated for rheumatism a

few days longer (in which treatment they pricked the place with a long needle several times,) I saw that Dr.

Chestman was in doubt about something, and I requested that he would call in a brother professional man to

see me as well. They consulted together and then told me that rheumatism was not the disease after all, but

erysipelas. They then began treating it differently, as became a different matter. Blisters, flour, and starch,

'Mr. Gradfield has been in to inquire about me. He says he has been obliged to get a designer in my place,

A month passed away; throughout this period, Cytherea visited him as often as the limited time at her

command would allow, and wore as cheerful a countenance as the womanly determination to do nothing

which might depress him could enable her to wear. Another letter from him then told her these additional

'The doctors find they are again on the wrong tack. They cannot make out what the disease is. O Cytherea!

how I wish they knew! This suspense is wearing me out. Could not Miss Aldclyffe spare you for a day? Do

come to me. We will talk about the best course then. I am sorry to complain, but I am worn out."

Cytherea went to Miss Aldclyffe, and told her of the melancholy turn her brother's illness had taken. Miss

Aldclyffe at once said that Cytherea might go, and offered to do anything to assist her which lay in her

power. Cytherea's eyes beamed gratitude as she turned to leave the room, and hasten to the station.

'O, Cytherea,' said Miss Aldclyffe, calling her back; 'just one word. Has Mr. Manston spoken to you lately?'

'Tut, tut! Now listen to my advice,' said Miss Aldclyffe emphatically, 'and accept him before he changes his

mind. The chance which he offers you of settling in life is one that may possibly, probably, not occur again.

His position is good and secure, and the life of his wife would be a happy one. You may not be sure that you

love him madly; but suppose you are not sure? My father used to say to me as a child when he was teaching

me whist, "When in doubt win the trick!" That advice is ten times as valuable to a woman on the subject of

matrimony. In refusing a man there is always the risk that you may never get another offer.'

'Come, my lady Pert; I'm not the text,' said Miss Aldclyffe, her face glowing like fire.

'I was about to say,' resumed Miss Aldclyffe severely, 'that here is Mr. Manston waiting with the tenderest

solicitude for you, and you overlooking it, as if it were altogether beneath you. Think how you might benefit

your sick brother if you were Mrs. Manston. You will please me VERY MUCH by giving him some

'And,' said Miss Aldclyffe, still more emphatically, 'on your promising that you will accept him some time

this year, I will take especial care of your brother. You are listening, Cytherea?'

She went to Budmouth, passed the day with her brother, and returned to Knapwater wretched and full of

foreboding. Owen had looked startlingly thin and palethinner and paler than ever she had seen him before.

The brother and sister had that day decided that notwithstanding the drain upon their slender resources,

'The three practitioners between them have at last hit the nail on the head, I hope. They probed the place, and

discovered that the secret lay in the bone. I underwent an operation for its removal three days ago (after

taking chloroform). . . Thank God it is over. Though I am so weak, my spirits are rather better. I wonder

when I shall be at work again? I asked the surgeons how long it would be first. I said a month? They shook

their heads. A year? I said. Not so long, they said. Six months? I inquired. They would not, or could not, tell

'Run down, when you have half a day to spare, for the hours drag on so drearily. O Cytherea, you can't think

She went. Immediately on her departure Miss Aldclyffe sent a note to the Old House, to Manston. On the

maiden's return, tired and sick at heart as usual, she found Manston at the station awaiting her. He asked

politely if he might accompany her to Knapwater. She tacitly acquiesced. During their walk he inquired the

particulars of her brother's illness, and with an irresistible desire to pour out her trouble to some one, she told

him of the length of time which must elapse before he could be strong again, and of the lack of comfort in

Manston was silent awhile. Then he said impetuously: 'Miss Graye, I will not mince mattersI love

youyou know it. Stratagem they say is fair in love, and I am compelled to adopt it now. Forgive me, for I

cannot help it. Consent to be my wife at any time that may suit youany remote day you may name will

For the first time in her life she truly dreaded the handsome man at her side who pleaded thus selfishly, and

shrank from the hot voluptuous nature of his passion for her, which, disguise it as he might under a quiet and

polished exterior, at times radiated forth with a scorching white heat. She perceived how animal was the love

The long sunny days of the later summertime brought only the same dreary accounts from Budmouth, and

She grew perceptibly weaker, in body and mind. Manston still persisted in his suit, but with more of his

former indirectness, now that he saw how unexpectedly well she stood an open attack. His was the system of

'He, like a captain who beleaguers round Some strongbuilt castle on a rising ground, Views all the

approaches with observing eyes, This and that other part again he tries, And more on industry than force

Miss Aldclyffe made it appear more clearly than ever that aid to Owen from herself depended entirely upon

Cytherea's acceptance of her steward. Hemmed in and distressed, Cytherea's answers to his importunities

grew less uniform; they were firm, or wavering, as Owen's malady fluctuated. Had a register of her pitiful

oscillations been kept, it would have rivalled in pathos the diary wherein De Quincey tabulates his combat

with Opiumperhaps as noticeable an instance as any in which a thrilling dramatic power has been given to

mere numerals. Thus she wearily and monotonously lived through the month, listening on Sundays to the

wellknown round of chapters narrating the history of Elijah and Elisha in famine and drought; on weekdays

to buzzing flies in hot sunny rooms. 'So like, so very like, was day to day.' Extreme lassitude seemed all that

Her state was in this wise, when one afternoon, having been with her brother, she met the surgeon, and

The reply was that he feared that the first operation had not been thorough; that although the wound had

healed, another attempt might still be necessary, unless nature were left to effect her own cure. But the time

Now the remainder of his and her possessions, together with a sum he had borrowed, would not provide him

with necessary comforts for half that time. To combat the misfortune, there were two courses open her

Thus terrified, driven into a corner, panting and fluttering about for some loophole of escape, yet still

shrinking from the idea of being Manston's wife, the poor little bird endeavoured to find out from Miss

'County Hospital!' said Miss Aldclyffe; 'why, it is only another name for slaughterhousein surgical cases

at any rate. Certainly if anything about your body is snapt in two they do join you together in a fashion, but

'tis so askew and ugly, that you may as well be apart again.' Then she terrified the inquiring and anxious

maiden by relating horrid stories of how the legs and arms of poor people were cut off at a moment's notice,

especially in cases where the restorative treatment was likely to be long and tedious.

'You know how willing I am to help you, Cytherea,' she added reproachfully. 'You know it. Why are you so

obstinate then? Why do you selfishly bar the clear, honourable, and only sisterly path which leads out of this

Manston once more repeated his offer; and once more she refused, but this time weakly, and with signs of an

internal struggle. Manston's eye sparkled; he saw for the hundredth time in his life, that perseverance, if only

On going to Budmouth three days later, she found to her surprise that the steward had been there, had

introduced himself, and had seen her brother. A few delicacies had been brought him also by the same hand.

Owen spoke in warm terms of Manston and his free and unceremonious call, as he could not have refrained

from doing of any person, of any kind, whose presence had served to help away the tedious hours of a long

day, and who had, moreover, shown that sort of consideration for him which the accompanying basket

implied antecedent consideration, so telling upon all invalidsand which he so seldom experienced

How should he perceive, amid this tithepaying of mint, and anise, and cummin, the weightier matters which

Again the steward met her at Carriford Road Station on her return journey. Instead of being frigid as at the

former meeting at the same place, she was embarrassed by a strife of thought, and murmured brokenly her

thanks for what he had done. The same request that he might see her home was made.

He had perceived his error in making his kindness to Owen a conditional kindness, and had hastened to efface

all recollection of it. 'Though I let my offer on her brother'smy friend'sbehalf, seem dependent on my

lady's graciousness to me,' he whispered wooingly in the course of their walk, 'I could not conscientiously

adhere to my statement; it was said with all the impulsive selfishness of love. Whether you choose to have

me, or whether you don't, I love you too devotedly to be anything but kind to your brother. . . . Miss Graye,

Cytherea, I will do anything,' he continued earnestly, 'to give you pleasureindeed I will.'

She saw on the one hand her poor and muchloved Owen recovering from his illness and troubles by the

disinterested kindness of the man beside her, on the other she drew him dying, wholly by reason of her

selfenforced poverty. To marry this man was obviously the course of common sense, to refuse him was

impolitic temerity. There was reason in this. But there was more behind than a hundred reasonsa woman's

The wavering of her mind was visible in her telltale face. He noticed it, and caught at the opportunity.

They were standing by the ruinous foundations of an old mill in the midst of a meadow. Between grey and

halfovergrown stoneworkthe only signs of masonry remainingthe water gurgled down from the old

millpond to a lower level, under the cloak of rank broad leavesthe sensuous natures of the vegetable world.

On the right hand the sun, resting on the horizonline, streamed across the ground from below

coppercoloured and lilac clouds, stretched out in flats beneath a sky of pale soft green. All dark objects on

the earth that lay towards the sun were overspread by a purple haze, against which a swarm of wailing gnats

The stillness oppressed and reduced her to mere passivity. The only wish the humidity of the place left in her

was to stand motionless. The helpless flatness of the landscape gave her, as it gives all such temperaments, a

sense of bare equality with, and no superiority to, a single entity under the sky.

He came so close that their clothes touched. 'Will you try to love me? Do try to love me!' he said, in a

whisper, taking her hand. He had never taken it before. She could feel his hand trembling exceedingly as it

Considering his kindness to her brother, his love for herself, and Edward's fickleness, ought she to forbid him

to do this? How truly pitiful it was to feel his hand tremble soall for her! Should she withdraw her hand?

She would think whether she would. Thinking, and hesitating, she looked as far as the autumnal haze on the

marshy ground would allow her to see distinctly. There was the fragment of a hedgeall that remained of a

'wet old garden'standing in the middle of the mead, without a definite beginning or ending, purposeless

and valueless. It was overgrown, and choked with mandrakes, and she could almost fancy she heard their

shrieks. . . Should she withdraw her hand? No, she could not withdraw it now; it was too late, the act would

not imply refusal. She felt as one in a boat without oars, drifting with closed eyes down a rivershe knew

Then it seemed as if he were coming to the point again. No, he was not going to urge his suit that evening.

Saturday came, and she went on some trivial errand to the village postoffice. It was a little grey cottage with

a luxuriant jasmine encircling the doorway, and before going in Cytherea paused to admire this pleasing

feature of the exterior. Hearing a step on the gravel behind the corner of the house, she resigned the jasmine

and entered. Nobody was in the room. She could hear Mrs. Leat, the widow who acted as postmistress,

walking about over her head. Cytherea was going to the foot of the stairs to call Mrs. Leat, but before she had

accomplished her object, another form stood at the halfopen door. Manston came in.

'One moment.' He glided to her side. 'Don't call her for a moment,' he repeated.

He seized Cytherea's hand, kissed it tenderly, and carefully replaced it by her side.

She had that morning determined to check his further advances, until she had thoroughly considered her

position. The remonstrance was now on her tongue, but as accident would have it, before the word could be

spoken Mrs. Leat was stepping from the last stair to the floor, and no remonstrance came.

With the subtlety which characterized him in all his dealings with her, he quickly concluded his own errand,

bade her a goodbye, in the tones of which love was so garnished with pure politeness that it only showed its

presence to herself, and left the houseputting it out of her power to refuse him her companionship

The Friday of the next week brought another letter from her brother. In this he informed her that, in absolute

grief lest he should distress her unnecessarily, he had some time earlier borrowed a few pounds. A week ago,

he said, his creditor became importunate, but that on the day on which he wrote, the creditor had told him

there was no hurry for a settlement, that 'his SISTER'S SUITOR had guaranteed the sum.' 'Is he Mr.

He also mentioned that a wheeled chair had been anonymously hired for his especial use, though as yet he

was hardly far enough advanced towards convalescence to avail himself of the luxury. 'Is this Mr. Manston's

She could dally with her perplexity, evade it, trust to time for guidance, no longer. The matter had come to a

crisis: she must once and for all choose between the dictates of her understanding and those of her heart. She

longed, till her soul seemed nigh to bursting, for her lost mother's return to earth, but for one minute, that she

As for her heart, she half fancied that it was not Edward's to quite the extent that it once had been; she

thought him cruel in conducting himself towards her as he did at Budmouth, cruel afterwards in making so

light of her. She knew he had stifled his love for herwas utterly lost to her. But for all that she could not

help indulging in a woman's pleasure of recreating defunct agonies, and lacerating herself with them now and

'If I were rich,' she thought, 'I would give way to the luxury of being morbidly faithful to him for ever without

But she considered; in the first place she was a homeless dependent; and what did practical wisdom tell her to

do under such desperate circumstances? To provide herself with some place of refuge from poverty, and with

But what was love without a home? Misery. What was a home without love? Alas, not much; but still a kind

With the death (to her) of Edward her heart's occupation was gone. Was it necessary or even right for her to

tend it and take care of it as she used to in the old time, when it was still a capable minister?

By a slight sacrifice here she could give happiness to at least two hearts whose emotional activities were still

unwounded. She would do good to two men whose lives were far more important than hers.

Directly Cytherea had persuaded herself that a kind of heroic self abnegation had to do with the matter, she

became much more content in the consideration of it. A wilful indifference to the future was what really

prevailed in her, ill and worn out, as she was, by the perpetual harassments of her sad fortune, and she

regarded this indifference, as gushing natures will do under such circumstances, as genuine resignation and

Manston met her again the following day: indeed, there was no escaping him now. At the end of a short

conversation between them, which took place in the hollow of the park by the waterfall, obscured on the

outer side by the low hanging branches of the limes, she tacitly assented to his assumption of a privilege

Before going to bed she wrote to Owen explaining the whole matter. It was too late in the evening for the

postman's visit, and she placed the letter on the mantelpiece to send it the next day.

The morning (Sunday) brought a hurried postscript to Owen's letter of the day before:

'DEAR CYTHEREAI have received a frank and friendly letter from Mr. Manston explaining the position

in which he stands now, and also that in which he hopes to stand towards you. Can't you love him? Why not?

Try, for he is a good, and not only that, but a cultured man. Think of the weary and laborious future that

awaits you if you continue for life in your present position, and do you see any way of escape from it except

by marriage? I don't. Don't go against your heart, Cytherea, but be wise.Ever affectionately yours, OWEN.'

She thought that probably he had replied to Mr. Manston in the same favouring mood. She had a conviction

that even now she nourished a halfhope that something would happen at the last moment to thwart her

deliberatelyformed intentions, and favour the old emotion she was using all her strength to thrust down.

The Sunday was the thirteenth after Trinity, and the afternoon service at Carriford was nearly over. The

Manston was at church as usual in his accustomed place two seats forward from the large square pew

The ordinary sadness of an autumnal eveningservice seemed, in Cytherea's eyes, to be doubled on this

particular occasion. She looked at all the people as they stood and sang, waving backwards and forwards like

a forest of pines swayed by a gentle breeze; then at the village children singing too, their heads inclined to

one side, their eyes listlessly tracing some crack in the old walls, or following the movement of a distant

bough or bird with features petrified almost to painfulness. Then she looked at Manston; he was already

'It is coming this evening,' she said in her mind. A minute later, at the end of the hymn, when the

congregation began to move out, Manston came down the aisle. He was opposite the end of her seat as she

stepped from it, the remainder of their progress to the door being in contact with each other. Miss Aldclyffe

'Don't let's hurry,' he said, when Cytherea was about to enter the private path to the House as usual. 'Would

She could not very well refuse now. They turned into a secluded path on their left, leading round through a

thicket of laurels to the other gate of the churchyard, walking very slowly. By the time the further gate was

'We are going inside for a minute,' said Manston to him, taking the keys unceremoniously. 'I will bring them

The sexton nodded his assent, and Cytherea and Manston walked into the porch, and up the nave.

They did not speak a word during their progress, or in any way interfere with the stillness and silence that

prevailed everywhere around them. Everything in the place was the embodiment of decay: the fading red

glare from the setting sun, which came in at the west window, emphasizing the end of the day and all its

cheerful doings, the mildewed walls, the uneven pavingstones, the wormy pews, the sense of recent

occupation, and the dank air of death which had gathered with the evening, would have made grave a lighter

'What sensations does the place impress you with?' she said at last, very sadly.

'I feel imperatively called upon to be honest, from very despair of achieving anything by stratagem in a world

where the materials are such as these.' He, too, spoke in a depressed voice, purposely or otherwise.

'I feel as if I were almost ashamed to be seen walking such a world,' she murmured; 'that's the effect it has

'Yes, needlessly. Why should you be separated from your brother so much, when you might have him to stay

He went on, 'I think the real and only good thing that can be done for him is to get him away from Budmouth

awhile; and I have been wondering whether it could not be managed for him to come to my house to live for

He moved himself round immediately to the front of her, and held her hand more firmly, as he continued,

'Cytherea, why do you say "It would," so entirely in the tone of abstract supposition? I want him there: I want

him to be my brother, too. Then make him so, and be my wife! I cannot live without you. O Cytherea. my

His face bent closer and closer to hers, and the last words sank to a whisper as weak as the emotion inspiring

'O, you darling!' He was about to imprint a kiss upon her pale, cold mouth, but she hastily covered it with her

He gave a sudden start, and his face flushed. She had spoken so emphatically that the words 'Near God'

'What a thing to say!' he exclaimed; 'surely a pure kiss is not inappropriate to the place !'

'No,' she replied, with a swelling heart; 'I don't know why I burst out soI can't tell what has come over me!

'How shall I say "Yes" without judging you? How shall I say "No" without losing the pleasure of saying

'I'll say "Yes,"' he answered daintily. 'It is sweeter to fancy we are forgiven, than to think we have not sinned;

She did not reply, and they moved away. The church was nearly dark now, and melancholy in the extreme.

She stood beside him while he locked the door, then took the arm he gave her, and wound her way out of the

churchyard with him. Then they walked to the house together, but the great matter having been set at rest, she

'Christmas Day, then,' he said, as they were parting at the end of the shrubbery.

'No; but I should like it best if it could not be till then?' It seemed to be still her instinct to delay the marriage

'Very well, love,' he said gently. ''Tis a fortnight longer still; but never mind. Old Christmas Day.'

She sat upon a little footstool gazing intently into the fire. It was the afternoon of the day following that of the

'I wonder if it would be proper in me to run across the park and tell him it is a Friday?' she said to herself,

rising to her feet, looking at her hat lying near, and then out of the window towards the Old House. Proper or

not, she felt that she must at all hazards remove the disagreeable, though, as she herself owned, unfounded

impression the coincidence had occasioned. She left the house directly, and went to search for him.

Manston was in the timberyard, looking at the sawyers as they worked. Cytherea came up to him

hesitatingly. Till within a distance of a few yards she had hurried forward with alacritynow that the

practical expression of his face became visible she wished almost she had never sought him on such an

'Come this way!' said Manston, in the tone he used for workmen, not being able to alter at an instant's notice.

He gave her his arm and led her back into the avenue, by which time he was lover again. 'On a Friday, will it,

'Certainly, I have solemnly pledged my word; I should not have promised to marry you if I had not meant it.

'You must not be vexed at my remark, dearest. Can you think the worse of an ardent man, Cytherea, for

'No, no.' She could not say more. She was always ill at ease when he spoke of himself as a piece of human

nature in that analytical way, and wanted to be out of his presence. The time of day, and the proximity of the

house, afforded her a means of escape. 'I must be with Miss Aldclyffe nowwill you excuse my hasty

coming and going?' she said prettily. Before he had replied she had parted from him.

'Cytherea, was it Mr. Manston I saw you scudding away from in the avenue just now?' said Miss Aldclyffe,

'"Yes." Come, why don't you say more than that? I hate those taciturn "Yesses" of yours. I tell you

Miss Aldclyffe's face kindled into intense interest at once. 'Is it indeed? When is it to be?'

'Old Christmas Eve.' Miss Aldclyffe drew Cytherea round to her front, and took a hand in each of her own.

'And then you will be a bride!' she said slowly, looking with critical thoughtfulness upon the maiden's

The normal area of the colour upon each of them decreased perceptibly after that slow and emphatic utterance

Miss Aldclyffe continued impressively, 'You did not say "Old Christmas Eve" as a fiancee should have said

the words: and you don't receive my remark with the warm excitement that foreshadows a bright future. . .

'Not? Fancy a girl not counting the weeks! I find I must take the lead in this matteryou are so childish, or

frightened, or stupid, or something, about it, Bring me my diary, and we will count them at once.'

Miss Aldclyffe opened the diary at the page containing the almanac, and counted sixteen weeks, which

brought her to the thirtyfirst of Decembera Sunday. Cytherea stood by, looking on as if she had no

'Sixteen to the thirtyfirst. Then let me see, Monday will be the first of January, Tuesday the second,

Wednesday third, Thursday fourth, Friday fifthyou have chosen a Friday, as I declare!'

The perturbed little brain had reckoned wrong. 'Well, it must be a Friday,' she murmured in a reverie.

'No: have it altered, of course,' said Miss Aldclyffe cheerfully. 'There's nothing bad in Friday, but such a

creature as you will be thinking about its being unluckyin fact, I wouldn't choose a Friday myself to be

'I shall not have it altered,' said Cytherea firmly; 'it has been altered once already: I shall let it be.'

We pass over the intervening weeks. The time of the story is thus advanced more than a quarter of a year.

On the midnight preceding the morning which would make her the wife of a man whose presence fascinated

her into involuntariness of bearing, and whom in absence she almost dreaded, Cytherea lay in her little bed,

She had been looking back amid the years of her short though varied past, and thinking of the threshold upon

which she stood. Days and months had dimmed the form of Edward Springrove like the gauzes of a vanishing

stagescene, but his dying voice could still be heard faintly behind. That a soft small chord in her still

vibrated true to his memory, she would not admit: that she did not approach Manston with feelings which

'Why do I marry him?' she said to herself. 'Because Owen, dear Owen my brother, wishes me to marry him.

Because Mr. Manston is, and has been, uniformly kind to Owen, and to me. "Act in obedience to the dictates

of commonsense," Owen said, "and dread the sharp sting of poverty. How many thousands of women like

you marry every year for the same reason, to secure a home, and mere ordinary, material comforts, which

''Tis right, I suppose, for him to say that. O, if people only knew what a timidity and melancholy upon the

subject of her future grows up in the heart of a friendless woman who is blown about like a reed shaken with

the wind, as I am, they would not call this resignation of one's self by the name of scheming to get a husband.

Scheme to marry? I'd rather scheme to die! I know I am not pleasing my heart; I know that if I only were

concerned, I should like risking a single future. But why should I please my useless self overmuch, when by

In the midst of desultory reflections like these, which alternated with surmises as to the inexplicable

connection that appeared to exist between her intended husband and Miss Aldclyffe, she heard dull noises

outside the walls of the house, which she could not quite fancy to be caused by the wind. She seemed doomed

to such disturbances at critical periods of her existence. 'It is strange,' she pondered, 'that this my last night in

Knapwater House should be disturbed precisely as my first was, no occurrence of the kind having intervened.'

As the minutes glided by the noise increased, sounding as if some one were beating the wall below her

window with a bunch of switches. She would gladly have left her room and gone to stay with one of the

The only person in the house likely to be awake, or who would have brains enough to comprehend her

nervousness, was Miss Aldclyffe, but Cytherea never cared to go to Miss Aldclyffe's room, though she was

The oftrepeated noise of switches grew heavier upon the wall, and was now intermingled with creaks, and a

rattling like the rattling of dice. The wind blew stronger; there came first a snapping, then a crash, and some

portion of the mystery was revealed. It was the breaking off and fall of a branch from one of the large trees

outside. The smacking against the wall, and the intermediate rattling, ceased from that time.

Well, it was the tree which had caused the noises. The unexplained matter was that neither of the trees ever

touched the walls of the house during the highest wind, and that trees could not rattle like a man playing

She thought, 'Is it the intention of Fate that something connected with these noises shall influence my future

During the dilemma she fell into a troubled sleep, and dreamt that she was being whipped with dry bones

suspended on strings, which rattled at every blow like those of a malefactor on a gibbet; that she shifted and

shrank and avoided every blow, and they fell then upon the wall to which she was tied. She could not see the

'Thank Heaven!' she said, when she awoke and saw a faint light struggling through her blind. 'Now what were

those noises?' To settle that question seemed more to her than the event of the day.

She pulled the blind aside and looked out. All was plain. The evening previous had closed in with a grey

drizzle, borne upon a piercing air from the north, and now its effects were visible. The hoary drizzle still

continued; but the trees and shrubs were laden with icicles to an extent such as she had never before

witnessed. A shoot of the diameter of a pin's head was iced as thick as her finger; all the boughs in the park

were bent almost to the earth with the immense weight of the glistening incumbrance; the walks were like a

lookingglass. Many boughs had snapped beneath their burden, and lay in heaps upon the icy grass. Opposite

her eye, on the nearest tree, was a fresh yellow scar, showing where the branch that had terrified her had been

'I never could have believed it possible,' she thought, surveying the boweddown branches, 'that trees would

bend so far out of their true positions without breaking.' By watching a twig she could see a drop collect upon

it from the hoary fog, sink to the lowest point, and there become coagulated as the others had done.

'Or that I could so exactly have imitated them,' she continued. 'On this morning I am to be marriedunless

this is a scheme of the great Mother to hinder a union of which she does not approve. Is it possible for my

Her brother Owen was staying with Manston at the Old House. Contrary to the opinion of the doctors, the

wound had healed after the first surgical operation, and his leg was gradually acquiring strength, though he

Miss Aldclyffe had arranged that Cytherea should be married from Knapwater House, and not from her

brother's lodgings at Budmouth, which was Cytherea's first idea. Owen, too, seemed to prefer the plan. The

capricious old maid had latterly taken to the contemplation of the wedding with even greater warmth than had

at first inspired her, and appeared determined to do everything in her power, consistent with her dignity, to

But the weather seemed in flat contradiction of the whole proceeding. At eight o'clock the coachman crept up

to the House almost upon his hands and knees, entered the kitchen, and stood with his back to the fire,

The kitchen was by far the pleasantest apartment in Knapwater House on such a morning as this. The vast fire

was the centre of the whole system, like a sun, and threw its warm rays upon the figures of the domestics,

wheeling about it in true planetary style. A nervouslyfeeble imitation of its flicker was continually

attempted by a family of polished metallic utensils standing in rows and groups against the walls opposite,

the whole collection of shines nearly annihilating the weak daylight from outside. A step further in, and the

nostrils were greeted by the scent of green herbs just gathered, and the eye by the plump form of the cook,

wholesome, whiteaproned, and flourylooking as edible as the food she manipulatedher movements

being supported and assisted by her satellites, the kitchen and scullery maids. Minute recurrent sounds

prevailedthe click of the smokejack, the flap of the flames, and the light touches of the women's slippers

The coachman hemmed, spread his feet more firmly upon the hearthstone, and looked hard at a small plate in

'No wedden this mornenthat's my opinion. In fact, there can't be,' he said abruptly, as if the words were the

The kitchenmaid was toasting a slice of bread at the end of a very long toastingfork, which she held at

arm's length towards the unapproachable fire, travestying the Flanconnade in fencing.

'Bad out of doors, isn't it?' she said, with a look of commiseration for things in general.

'Bad? Not even a liven soul, gentle or simple, can stand on level ground. As to getten up hill to the church, 'tis

perfect lunacy. And I speak of footpassengers. As to horses and carriage, 'tis murder to think of 'em. I am

going to send straight as a line into the breakfastroom, and say 'tis a closer. . . . Hullohere's Clerk Crickett

All eyes were turned to the window, from which the clerk and gardener were seen crossing the court, bowed

'You'll have to go if it breaks all the horses' legs in the county,' said the cook, turning from the spectacle,

knocking open the oven door with the tongs, glancing critically in, and slamming it together with a clang.

'O, O; why shall I?' asked the coachman, including in his auditory by a glance the clerk and gardener who had

'Because Mr. Manston is in the business. Did you ever know him to give up for weather of any kind, or for

' Mornen so'ssuch as it is!' interrupted Mr. Crickett cheerily, coming forward to the blaze and

warming one hand without looking at the fire. 'Mr. Manston gie up for anything in heaven or earth, did you

say? You might ha' cut it short by sayen "to Miss Aldclyffe," and leaven out heaven and earth as trifles. But it

might be put off; putten off a thing isn't getten rid of a thing, if that thing is a woman. O no, no!'

The coachman and gardener now naturally subsided into secondaries. The cook went on rather sharply, as she

'Dang my old sides! and so it might be. I have a bit of newsI thought there was something upon my

tongue; but 'tis a secret; not a word, mind, not a word. Why, Miss Hinton took a holiday yesterday.'

'Don't be so threecunningif it is all, deliver you from the evil of raising a woman's expectations

'Well, it isn't all. When I got home last night my wife said, "Miss Adelaide took a holiday this mornen," says

she (my wife, that is); "walked over to Nether Mynton, met the comen man, and got married!" says she.'

'Springrove, nonoSpringrove's nothen to do wi' it'twas Farmer Bollens. They've been playing

bopeep for these two or three months seemingly. Whilst Master Teddy Springrove has been daddlen, and

hawken, and spetten about having her, she's quietly left him all forsook. Serve him right. I don't blame the

'Ay, quite; and rich enough to be ten fathers. They say he's so rich that he has business in every bank, and

'Yes, 'twas as neat a bit of stitching as ever I heard of,' continued the clerk, with a fixed eye, as if he were

watching the process from a distance. 'Not a soul knew anything about it, and my wife is the only one in our

parish who knows it yet. Miss Hinton came back from the wedden, went to Mr. Manston, puffed herself out

large, and said she was Mrs. Bollens, but that if he wished, she had no objection to keep on the house till the

regular time of giving notice had expired, or till he could get another tenant.'

'Well, independent or no, she's Mrs. Bollens now. Ah, I shall never forget once when I went by Farmer

Bollens's gardenyears ago now years, when he was taking up ashleaf taties. A merry feller I was at that

time, a very merry fellerfor 'twas before I took holy orders, and it didn't prick my conscience as 'twould

now. "Farmer," says I, "little taties seem to turn out small this year, don't em?" "O no, Crickett," says he,

"some be fairsized." He's a dull man Farmer Bollens ishe always was. However, that's neither here nor

there; he's amarried to a sharp woman, and if I don't make a mistake she'll bring him a pretty good family,

'Well, it don't matter; there's a Providence in it,' said the scullerymaid. 'God A'mighty always sends bread as

'But 'tis the bread to one house and the children to another very often. However, I think I can see my lady

Hinton's reason for chosen yesterday to sicknessorhealthit. Your young miss, and that one, had crossed

one another's path in regard to young Master Springrove; and I expect that when Addy Hinton found Miss

Graye wasn't caren to have en, she thought she'd be beforehand with her old enemy in marrying somebody

Women who are bad enough to divide against themselves under a man's partiality are good enough to

instantly unite in a common cause against his attack. 'I'll just tell you one thing then,' said the cook, shaking

out her words to the time of a whisk she was beating eggs with. 'Whatever maids' logic is and maids' malice

too, if Cytherea Graye even now knows that young Springrove is free again, she'll fling over the steward as

'No, no: not now,' the coachman broke in like a moderator. 'There's honour in that maid, if ever there was in

'Don't let a word be said till the wedden is over, for Heaven's sake,' the clerk continued. 'Miss Aldclyffe

would fairly hang and quarter me, if my news broke off that there wedden at a last minute like this.'

'Then you had better get your wife to bolt you in the closet for an hour or two, for you'll chatter it yourself to

'You shouldn't ha' begun it, clerk. I knew how 'twould be,' said the gardener soothingly, in a whisper to the

The weather gave way. In halfanhour there began a rapid thaw. By ten o'clock the roads, though still

dangerous, were practicable to the extent of the halfmile required by the people of Knapwater Park. One

mass of heavy leaden cloud spread over the whole sky; the air began to feel damp and mild out of doors,

They reached the church and passed up the nave, the deepcoloured glass of the narrow windows rendering

the gloom of the morning almost night itself inside the building. Then the ceremony began. The only warmth

or spirit imported into it came from the bridegroom, who retained a vigorouseven

Cytherea was as firm as he at this critical moment, but as cold as the air surrounding her. The few persons

forming the weddingparty were constrained in movement and tone, and from the nave of the church came

occasional coughs, emitted by those who, in spite of the weather, had assembled to see the termination of

Cytherea's existence as a single woman. Many poor people loved her. They pitied her success, why, they

could not tell, except that it was because she seemed to stand more like a statue than Cytherea Graye.

Yet she was prettily and carefully dressed; a strange contradiction in a man's idea of thingsa saddening,

perplexing contradiction. Are there any points in which a difference of sex amounts to a difference of nature?

Then this is surely one. Not so much, as it is commonly put, in regard to the amount of consideration given,

but in the conception of the thing considered. A man emasculated by coxcombry may spend more time upon

the arrangement of his clothes than any woman, but even then there is no fetichism in his idea of themthey

are still only a covering he uses for a time. But here was Cytherea, in the bottom of her heart almost

indifferent to life, yet possessing an instinct with which her heart had nothing to do, the instinct to be

particularly regardful of those sorry trifles, her robe, her flowers, her veil, and her gloves.

The irrevocable words were soon spokenthe indelible writing soon writtenand they came out of the

vestry. Candles had been necessary here to enable them to sign their names, and on their return to the church

the light from the candles streamed from the small open door, and across the chancel to a black chestnut

screen on the south side, dividing it from a small chapel or chantry, erected for the soul's peace of some

Aldclyffe of the past. Through the openwork of this screen could now be seen illuminated, inside the

chantry, the reclining figures of crosslegged knights, damp and green with age, and above them a huge

classic monument, also inscribed to the Aldclyffe family, heavily sculptured in cadaverous marble.

The weak daylight would never have revealed him, shaded as he was by the screen; but the unexpected rays

of candlelight in the front showed him forth in startling relief to any and all of those whose eyes wandered

in that direction. The sight was a sad onesad beyond all description. His eyes were wild, their orbits

leaden. His face was of a sickly paleness, his hair dry and disordered, his lips parted as if he could get no

Manston did not see him; Cytherea did. The healing effect upon her heart of a year's silencea year and a

half's separationwas undone in an instant. One of those strange revivals of passion by mere

sightcommoner in women than in men, and in oppressed women commonest of allhad taken place in

herso transcendently, that even to herself it seemed more like a new creation than a revival.

It may be said that the means most potent for rekindling old love in a maiden's heart are, to see her lover in

laughter and good spirits in her despite when the breach has been owing to a slight from herself; when owing

to a slight from him, to see him suffering for his own fault. If he is happy in a clear conscience, she blames

him; if he is miserable because deeply to blame, she blames herself. The latter was Cytherea's case now.

First, an agony of face told of the suppressed misery within her, which presently could be suppressed no

longer. When they were coming out of the porch, there broke from her in a low plaintive scream the words,

'He's dyingdying! O God, save us!' She began to sink down, and would have fallen had not Manston

Owen was the only one to whom the words were intelligible, and he was far too deeply impressed, or rather

alarmed, to reply. She did not faint, and soon began to recover her selfcommand. Owen took advantage of

the hindrance to step back to where the apparition had been seen. He was enraged with Springrove for what

But Edward was not in the chantry. As he had come, so he had gone, nobody could tell how or whither.

It might almost have been believed that a transmutation had taken place in Cytherea's idiosyncrasy, that her

The weddingparty returned to the house. As soon as he could find an opportunity, Owen took his sister aside

to speak privately with her on what had happened. The expression of her face was hard, wild, and unrealan

expression he had never seen there before, and it disturbed him. He spoke to her severely and sadly.

'Cytherea,' he said, 'I know the cause of this emotion of yours. But remember this, there was no excuse for it.

You should have been woman enough to control yourself. Remember whose wife you are, and don't think

anything more of a meanspirited fellow like Springrove; he had no business to come there as he did. You

are altogether wrong, Cytherea, and I am vexed with you more than I can sayvery vexed.'

'I am ashamed of you,' he retorted angrily; 'the mood has not left you yet, then?'

'Owen,' she said, and paused. Her lip trembled; her eye told of sensations too deep for tears. 'No, Owen, it has

not left me; and I will be honest. I own now to you, without any disguise of words, what last night I did not

own to myself, because I hardly knew of it. I love Edward Springrove with all my strength, and heart, and

soul. You call me a wanton for it, don't you? I don't care; I have gone beyond caring for anything!' She

'I thought that I did not love him at all,' she went on hysterically. 'A year and a half had passed since we met.

I could go by the gate of his garden without thinking of himlook at his seat in church and not care. But I

saw him this morningdying because he loves me soI know it is that! Can I help loving him too? No, I

cannot, and I will love him, and I don't care! We have been separated somehow by some contrivanceI

He held her in his arms. 'Many a woman has gone to ruin herself,' he said, 'and brought those who love her

into disgrace, by acting upon such impulses as possess you now. I have a reputation to lose as well as you. It

seems that do what I will by way of remedying the stains which fell upon us, it is all doomed to be undone

The right and only effective chord had been touched. Since she had seen Edward, she had thought only of

'Besides, your duty to society, and those about you, requires that you should live with (at any rate) all the

'Yesmy duty to society,' she murmured. 'But ah, Owen, it is difficult to adjust our outer and inner life with

perfect honesty to all! Though it may be right to care more for the benefit of the many than for the indulgence

of your own single self, when you consider that the many, and duty to them, only exist to you through your

own existence, what can be said? What do our own acquaintances care about us? Not much. I think of mine.

Mine will now (do they learn all the wicked frailty of my heart in this affair) look at me, smile sickly, and

condemn me. And perhaps, far in time to come, when I am dead and gone, some other's accent, or some

other's song, or thought, like an old one of mine, will carry them back to what I used to say, and hurt their

hearts a little that they blamed me so soon. And they will pause just for an instant, and give a sigh to me, and

think, "Poor girl!" believing they do great justice to my memory by this. But they will never, never realize

that it was my single opportunity of existence, as well as of doing my duty, which they are regarding; they

will not feel that what to them is but a thought, easily held in those two words of pity, "Poor girl!" was a

whole life to me; as full of hours, minutes, and peculiar minutes, of hopes and dreads, smiles, whisperings,

tears, as theirs: that it was my world, what is to them their world, and they in that life of mine, however much

I cared for them, only as the thought I seem to them to be. Nobody can enter into another's nature truly, that's

'But we must not stay here,' she continued, starting up and going. 'We shall be missed. I'll do my best,

It had been decided that on account of the wretched state of the roads, the newlymarried pair should not

drive to the station till the latest hour in the afternoon at which they could get a train to take them to

Southampton (their destination that night) by a reasonable time in the evening. They intended the next

morning to cross to Havre, and thence to Parisa place Cytherea had never visitedfor their wedding tour.

The afternoon drew on. The packing was done. Cytherea was so restless that she could stay still nowhere.

Miss Aldclyffe, who, though she took little part in the day's proceedings, was, as it were, instinctively

conscious of all their movements, put down her charge's agitation for once as the natural result of the novel

At length Cytherea wandered alone into the conservatory. When in it, she thought she would run across to the

hothouse in the outer garden, having in her heart a whimsical desire that she should also like to take a last

look at the familiar flowers and luxuriant leaves collected there. She pulled on a pair of overshoes, and thither

she went. Not a soul was in or around the place. The gardener was making merry on Manston's and her

The happiness that a generous spirit derives from the belief that it exists in others is often greater than the

primary happiness itself. The gardener thought 'How happy they are!' and the thought made him happier than

Coming out of the forcinghouse again, she was on the point of returning indoors, when a feeling that these

moments of solitude would be her last of freedom induced her to prolong them a little, and she stood still,

unheeding the wintry aspect of the curlyleaved plants, the strawcovered beds, and the bare fruittrees

around her. The garden, no part of which was visible from the house, sloped down to a narrow river at the

A man was lingering along the public path on the other side of the river; she fancied she knew the form. Her

resolutions, taken in the presence of Owen, did not fail her now. She hoped and prayed that it might not be

one who had stolen her heart away, and still kept it. Why should he have reappeared at all, when he had

She hastily hid herself, in the lowest corner of the garden close to the river. A large dead tree, thickly robed in

ivy, had been considerably depressed by its icy load of the morning, and hung low over the stream, which

here ran slow and deep. The tree screened her from the eyes of any passer on the other side.

She waited timidly, and her timidity increased. She would not allow herself to see himshe would hear him

But, before she heard anything, she became aware of an object reflected in the water from under the tree

which hung over the river in such a way that, though hiding the actual path, and objects upon it, it permitted

their reflected images to pass beneath its boughs. The reflected form was that of the man she had seen further

He was looking at the upper windows of the Houseat herswas it Edward, indeed? If so, he was probably

thinking he would like to say one parting word. He came closer, gazed into the stream, and walked very

slowly. She was almost certain that it was Edward. She kept more safely hidden. Conscience told her that she

ought not to see him. But she suddenly asked herself a question: 'Can it be possible that he sees my reflected

She could not help herself now. She stepped forward just as he emerged from the other side of the tree and

appeared erect before her. It was Edward Springrovetill the inverted vision met his eye, dreaming no more

'Since we have met, I want to tell you something, before we become quite as strangers to each other.'

'Nonot nowI did not mean to speakit is not right, Edward.' She spoke hurriedly and turned away from

'Not one common word of explanation?' he implored. 'Don't think I am bad enough to try to lead you astray.

Their eyes met again. She was nearly choked. O, how she longed and dreadedto hear his explanation!

'It is that I did not come to the church this morning in order to distress you: I did not, Cytherea. It was to try

He stepped closer, and went on, 'You know what has taken place? Surely you do?my cousin is married,

'Yes, she was married yesterday! A rich man had appeared, and she jilted me. She said she never would have

jilted a stranger, but that by jilting me, she only exercised the right everybody has of snubbing their own

relations. But that's nothing now. I came to you to ask once more if. . . . But I was too late.'

'But, Edward, what's that, what's that!' she cried, in an agony of reproach. 'Why did you leave me to return to

'Cytherea! Why, you had grown to lovelikeMr. Manston, and how could you be anything to meor

'O nonever! I loved youonly younot himalways you!till lately. . . . I try to love him now.'

'But that can't be correct! Miss Aldclyffe told me that you wanted to hear no more of meproved it to me!'

'She did, Cytherea. And she sent me a lettera loveletter, you wrote to Mr. Manston.'

'Yes, a loveletteryou could not meet him just then, you said you were sorry, but the emotion you had felt

The strife of thought in the unhappy girl who listened to this distortion of her meaning could find no vent in

words. And then there followed the slow revelation in return, bringing with it all the misery of an explanation

which comes too late. The question whether Miss Aldclyffe were schemer or dupe was almost passed over by

Cytherea, under the immediate oppressiveness of her despair in the sense that her position was irretrievable.

Not so Springrove. He saw through all the cunning half misrepresentationsworse than downright

lieswhich had just been sufficient to turn the scale both with him and with her; and from the bottom of his

soul he cursed the woman and man who had brought all this agony upon him and his Love. But he could not

add more misery to the future of the poor child by revealing too much. The whole scheme she should never

'I was indifferent to my own future,' Edward said, 'and was urged to promise adherence to my engagement

with my cousin Adelaide by Miss Aldclyffe: now you are married I cannot tell you how, but it was on

account of my father. Being forbidden to think of you, what did I care about anything? My new thought that

you still loved me was first raised by what my father said in the letter announcing my cousin's marriage. He

said that although you were to be married on Old Christmas Daythat is tomorrowhe had noticed your

appearance with pity: he thought you loved me still. It was enough for meI came down by the earliest

morning train, thinking I could see you some time today, the day, as I thought, before your marriage,

hoping, but hardly daring to hope, that you might be induced to marry me. I hurried from the station; when I

reached the village I saw idlers about the church, and the private gate leading to the House open. I ran into the

church by the small door and saw you come out of the vestry; I was too late. I have now told you. I was

compelled to tell you. O, my lost darling, now I shall live contentor die content!'

'I am to blame, Edward, I am,' she said mournfully; 'I was taught to dread pauperism; my nights were made

'"The world and its ways have a certain worth, And to press a point where these oppose Were a simple

But I will say nothing about who influencedwho persuaded. The act is mine, after all. Edward, I married to

escape dependence for my bread upon the whim of Miss Aldclyffe, or others like her. It was clearly

represented to me that dependence is bearable if we have another place which we can call home; but to be a

dependent and to have no other spot for the heart to anchor uponO, it is mournful and harassing!. . . But

that without which all persuasion would have been as air, was added by my miserable conviction that you

were false; that did it, that turned me! You were to be considered as nobody to me, and Mr. Manston was

invariably kind. Well, the deed is doneI must abide by it. I shall never let him know that I do not love

himnever. If things had only remained as they seemed to be, if you had really forgotten me and married

another woman, I could have borne it better. I wish I did not know the truth as I know it now! But our life,

what is it? Let us be brave, Edward, and live out our few remaining years with dignity. They will not be long.

'I wish I could be near and touch you once, just once,' said Springrove, in a voice which he vainly

They looked at the river, then into it; a shoal of minnows was floating over the sandy bottom, like the black

She stepped to the brink and stretched out her hand and fingers towards his, but not into them. The river was

'Never mind,' said Cytherea, her voice broken by agitation, 'I must be going. God bless and keep you, my

They came nearnearernearer stilltheir fingers met. There was a long firm clasp, so close and still that

She glanced a mute farewell from her large perturbed eyes, turned, and ran up the garden without looking

back. All was over between them. The river flowed on as quietly and obtusely as ever, and the minnows

Nobody indoors guessed from her countenance and bearing that her heart was near to breaking with the

intensity of the misery which gnawed there. At these times a woman does not faint, or weep, or scream, as

she will in the moment of sudden shocks. When lanced by a mental agony of such refined and special torture

that it is indescribable by men's words, she moves among her acquaintances much as before, and contrives so

to cast her actions in the old moulds that she is only considered to be rather duller than usual.

Owen accompanied the newlymarried couple to the railwaystation, and in his anxiety to see the last of his

sister, left the brougham and stood upon his crutches whilst the train was starting.

When the husband and wife were about to enter the railwaycarriage they saw one of the porters looking

'Look at that poor sick man,' said Cytherea compassionately, 'surely he ought not to be here.'

'He's been very queer today, madam, very queer,' another porter answered. 'He do hardly hear when he's

spoken to, and d' seem giddy, or as if something was on his mind. He's been like it for this month past, but

She could not resist an innate desire to do some just thing on this most deceitful and wretched day of her life.

Going up to him she gave him money, and told him to send to the old manorhouse for wine or whatever he

The train moved off as the trembling man was murmuring his incoherent thanks. Owen waved his hand;

Cytherea smiled back to him as if it were unknown to her that she wept all the while.

Owen was driven back to the Old House. But he could not rest in the lonely place. His conscience began to

reproach him for having forced on the marriage of his sister with a little too much peremptoriness. Taking up

his crutches he went out of doors and wandered about the muddy roads with no object in view save that of

The clouds which had hung so low and densely during the day cleared from the west just now as the sun was

setting, calling forth a weakly twitter from a few small birds. Owen crawled down the path to the waterfall,

and lingered thereabout till the solitude of the place oppressed him, when he turned back and into the road to

'If there is ever any meaning in those heavy feelings which are called presentimentsand I don't believe

At that moment the last low rays of the sun touched the head and shoulders of a man who was approaching,

and showed him up to Owen's view. It was old Mr. Springrove. They had grown familiar with each other by

reason of Owen's visits to Knapwater during the past year. The farmer inquired how Owen's foot was

'He is at home, sitting by the fire,' said the farmer, in a sad voice. 'This morning he slipped indoors from God

knows where, and there he sits and mopes, and thinks, and thinks, and presses his head so hard, that I can't

'Is he married?' said Owen. Cytherea had feared to tell him of the interview in the garden.

'No. I can't quite understand how the matter rests. . . . Ah! Edward, too, who started with such promise; that

he should now have become such a careless fellownot a month in one place. There, Mr. Graye, I know

what it is mainly owing to. If it hadn't been for that heart affair, he might have donebut the less said about

him the better. I don't know what we should have done if Miss Aldclyffe had insisted upon the conditions of

the leases. Your brotherin law, the steward, had a hand in making it light for us, I know, and I heartily

'Have you heard o' what's happened?' he said suddenly; 'I was just coming out to learn about it.'

'It is something very serious, though I don't know what. All I know is what I heard a man call out

It seems singular enough, even to minds who have no dim beliefs in adumbration and presentiment, that at

that moment not the shadow of a thought crossed Owen's mind that the somebody whom the matter

concerned might be himself, or any belonging to him. The event about to transpire was as portentous to the

woman whose welfare was more dear to him than his own, as any, short of death itself, could possibly be; and

ever afterwards, when he considered the effect of the knowledge the next halfhour conveyed to his brain,

even his practical good sense could not refrain from wonder that he should have walked toward the village

after hearing those words of the farmer, in so leisurely and unconcerned a way. 'How unutterably mean must

my intelligence have appeared to the eye of a foreseeing God,' he frequently said in aftertime. 'Columbus on

After a few additional words of commonplace the farmer left him, and, as has been said, Owen proceeded

The labouring men had just left work, and passed the park gate, which opened into the street as Owen came

down towards it. They went along in a drift, earnestly talking, and were finally about to turn in at their

respective doorways. But upon seeing him they looked significantly at one another, and paused. He came into

the road, on that side of the villagegreen which was opposite the row of cottages, and turned round to the

right. When Owen turned, all eyes turned; one or two men went hurriedly indoors, and afterwards appeared at

the doorstep with their wives, who also contemplated him, talking as they looked. They seemed uncertain

'If they want me, surely they will call me,' he thought, wondering more and more. He could no longer doubt

'Yes, sir. He wished he was dead, he said, and he's almost out of his mind wi' wishen it so much. That was

'Ahthe man who was ill this afternoon; by the way, he was told to come to the Old House for something,

but he hasn't been. But has anything else happenedanything that concerns the wedding today?'

Concluding that the connection which had seemed to be traced between himself and the event must in some

way have arisen from Cytherea's friendliness towards the man, Owen turned about and went homewards in a

much quieter frame of mindyet scarcely satisfied with the solution. The route he had chosen led through

Five minutes before this point of time, Edward Springrove was looking over one of his father's fields at an

outlying hamlet of three or four cottages some mile and a half distant. A turnpike gate was close by the gate

The carrier to Casterbridge came up as Edward stepped into the road, and jumped down from the van to pay

toll. He recognized Springrove. 'This is a pretty setto in your place, sir,' he said. 'You don't know about it, I

The carrier paid his dues, came up to Edward, and spoke ten words in a confidential whisper: then sprang

upon the shafts of his vehicle, gave a clinching nod of significance to Springrove, and rattled away.

Edward turned pale with the intelligence. His first thought was, 'Bring her home!'

The nextdid Owen Graye know what had been discovered? He probably did by that time, but no risks of

probability must be run by a woman he loved dearer than all the world besides. He would at any rate make

perfectly sure that her brother was in possession of the knowledge, by telling it him with his own lips.

The path was across arable land, and was ploughed up with the rest of the field every autumn, after which it

was trodden out afresh. The thaw had so loosened the soft earth, that lumps of stiff mud were lifted by his

feet at every leap he took, and flung against him by his rapid motion, as it were doggedly impeding him, and

But he ran onuphill, and downhill, the same pace alikelike the shadow of a cloud. His nearest direction,

too, like Owen's, was through the dairybarton, and as Owen entered it he saw the figure of Edward rapidly

descending the opposite hill, at a distance of two or three hundred yards. Owen advanced amid the cows.

The dairyman, who had hitherto been talking loudly on some absorbing subject to the maids and men milking

around him, turned his face towards the head of the cow when Owen passed, and ceased speaking.

'Not hehe's sensible enough,' said the dairyman, and paused. He was a man noisy with his

'That's the man, sir.' The maids and men sitting under the cows were all attentively listening to this discourse,

milking irregularly, and softly directing the jets against the sides of the pail.

Owen could contain himself no longer, much as his mind dreaded anything of the nature of ridicule. 'The

people all seem to look at me, as if something seriously concerned me; is it this stupid matter, or what is it?'

'Surely, sir, you know better than anybody else if such a strange thing concerns you.'

'If you really ha'n't heard, 'tis this. He was as usual on duty at the station on the night of the fire last year,

But at this instant the two opposite gates of the dairyyard, one on the east, the other on the west side,

The rector from one, Springrove from the other, came striding across the barton.

Edward was nearest, and spoke first. He said in a low voice: 'Your sister is not legally married! His first wife

'O, here you are at last, Mr. Graye, thank Heaven!' said the rector breathlessly. 'I have been to the Old House,

and then to Miss Aldclyffe's looking for yousomething very extraordinary.' He beckoned to Owen,

afterwards included Springrove in his glance, and the three stepped aside together.

'A porter at the station. He was a curious nervous man. He had been in a strange state all day, but he wouldn't

go home. Your sister was kind to him, it seems, this afternoon. When she and her husband had gone, he went

on with his work, shifting luggagevans. Well, he got in the way, as if he were quite lost to what was going

on, and they sent him home at last. Then he wished to see me. I went directly. There was something on his

mind, he said, and told it. About the time when the fire of last November twelvemonth was got under, whilst

he was by himself in the porter's room, almost asleep, somebody came to the station and tried to open the

door. He went out and found the person to be the lady he had accompanied to Carriford earlier in the evening,

Mrs. Manston. She asked, when would be another train to London? The first the next morning, he told her,

was at a quarterpast six o'clock from Budmouth, but that it was express, and didn't stop at Carriford

Roadit didn't stop till it got to Anglebury. "How far is it to Anglebury?" she said. He told her, and she

thanked him, and went away up the line. In a short time she ran back and took out her purse. "Don't on any

account say a word in the village or anywhere that I have been here, or a single breath about meI'm

ashamed ever to have come." He promised; she took out two sovereigns. "Swear it on the Testament in the

waitingroom," she said, "and I'll pay you these." He got the book, took an oath upon it, received the money,

and she left him. He was off duty at halfpast five. He has kept silence all through the intervening time till

now, but lately the knowledge he possessed weighed heavily upon his conscience and weak mind. Yet the

nearer came the weddingday, the more he feared to tell. The actual marriage filled him with remorse. He

says your sister's kindness afterwards was like a knife going through his heart. He thought he had ruined her.'

'He actually called at my house twice yesterday,' the rector continued, 'resolved, it seems, to unburden his

mind. I was out both timeshe left no message, and, they say, he looked relieved that his object was

defeated. Then he says he resolved to come to you at the Old House last nightstarted, reached the door, and

'Here will be a tale for the newsmongers of the county,' said Owen bitterly. 'The idea of his not opening his

'Ah, that's the inconsistency of a weak nature. But now that it is put to us in this way, how much more

'You will, of course, go straight to Mr. Manston, and ask him what it all means?' Edward interrupted.

'Of course I shall! Manston has no right to carry off my sister unless he's her husband,' said Owen. 'I shall go

''Tis no use going to him, either. I must go off at once and overtake themlay the case before Manston, and

ask him for additional and certain proofs of his first wife's death. An up train passes soon, I think.'

'I really don't knowsome hotel. I only have their Paris address. But I shall find them by making a few

The rector had in the meantime been taking out his pocketbook, and now opened it at the first page,

whereon it was his custom every month to gum a small railway timetablecut from the local newspaper.

'The afternoon express is just gone,' he said, holding open the page, 'and the next train to Southampton passes

at ten minutes to six o'clock. Now it wantslet me seefiveandforty minutes to that time. Mr. Graye, my

advice is that you come with me to the porter's cottage, where I will shortly write out the substance of what

he has said, and get him to sign it. You will then have far better grounds for interfering between Mr. and Mrs.

The suggestion seemed a good one. 'Yes, there will be time before the train starts,' said Owen.

'Let me go to Southampton in your place, on account of your lameness?' he said suddenly to Graye.

'I am much obliged to you, but I think I can scarcely accept the offer,' returned Owen coldly. 'Mr. Manston is

'There is no doubt,' said Mr. Raunham, 'that the death of his wife was fully believed in by himself.'

'None whatever,' said Owen; 'and the news must be broken to him, and the question of other proofs asked, in

a friendly way. It would not do for Mr. Springrove to appear in the case at all.' He still spoke rather coldly;

the recollection of the attachment between his sister and Edward was not a pleasant one to him.

'You will never find them,' said Edward. 'You have never been to Southampton, and I know every house

'That makes little difference,' said the rector; 'he will have a cab. Certainly Mr. Graye is the proper man to go

'Stay; I'll telegraph to ask them to meet me when I arrive at the terminus,' said Owen; 'that is, if their train has

Mr. Raunham pulled out his pocketbook again. 'The twothirty train reached Southampton a quarter of an

It was too late to catch them at the station. Nevertheless, the rector suggested that it would be worth while to

direct a message to 'all the respectable hotels in Southampton,' on the chance of its finding them, and thus

'I'll go and telegraph, whilst you return to the man,' said Edward an offer which was accepted. Graye and

Edward, to despatch the message at once, hurriedly followed the road towards the station, still restlessly

thinking. All Owen's proceedings were based on the assumption, natural under the circumstances, of

Manston's good faith, and that he would readily acquiesce in any arrangement which should clear up the

mystery. 'But,' thought Edward, 'supposeand Heaven forgive me, I cannot help supposing itthat

Manston is not that honourable man, what will a young and inexperienced fellow like Owen do? Will he not

be hoodwinked by some specious story or another, framed to last till Manston gets tired of poor Cytherea?

And then the disclosure of the truth will ruin and blacken both their futures irremediably.'

However, he proceeded to execute his commission. This he put in the form of a simple request from Owen to

Manston, that Manston would come to the Southampton platform, and wait for Owen's arrival, as he valued

his reputation. The message was directed as the rector had suggested, Edward guaranteeing to the clerk who

No sooner had the telegram been despatched than his heart sank within him at the want of foresight shown in

sending it. Had Manston, all the time, a knowledge that his first wife lived, the telegram would be a

Whilst the machine was still giving off its multitudinous series of raps, Edward heard a powerful rush under

the shed outside, followed by a long sonorous creak. It was a train of some sort, stealing softly into the

station, and it was an uptrain. There was the ring of a bell. It was certainly a passenger train.

'Ho, ho, John, seventeen minutes after time and only three stations up the line. The incline again?' The voice

'Yes, the other side of the cutting. The thaw has made it all in a perfect cloud of fog, and the rails are as

'Anybody else for the fourfortyfive express?' the voice continued. The few passengers, having crossed over

A conviction suddenly broke in upon Edward's mind; then a wish overwhelmed him. The convictionas

startling as it was suddenwas that Manston was a villain, who at some earlier time had discovered that his

wife lived, and had bribed her to keep out of sight, that he might possess Cytherea. The wish wasto

proceed at once by this very train that was starting, find Manston before he would expect from the words of

the telegram (if he got it) that anybody from Carriford could be with himcharge him boldly with the crime,

and trust to his consequent confusion (if he were guilty) for a solution of the extraordinary riddle, and the

The ticketoffice had been locked up at the expiration of the time at which the train was due. Rushing out as

the guard blew his whistle, Edward opened the door of a carriage and leapt in. The train moved along, and he

Springrove had long since passed that peculiar line which lies across the course of falling in loveif, indeed,

it may not be called the initial itself of the complete passiona longing to cherish; when the woman is

shifted in a man's mind from the region of mere admiration to the region of warm fellowship. At this

assumption of her nature, she changes to him in tone, hue, and expression. All about the loved one that said

'She' before, says 'We' now. Eyes that were to be subdued become eyes to be feared for: a brain that was to be

probed by cynicism becomes a brain that is to be tenderly assisted; feet that were to be tested in the dance

become feet that are not to be distressed; the oncecriticized accent, manner, and dress, become the clients of

Now that he was fairly on the track, and had begun to cool down, Edward remembered that he had nothing to

showno legal authority whatever to question Manston or interfere between him and Cytherea as husband

and wife. He now saw the wisdom of the rector in obtaining a signed confession from the porter. The

document would not be a deathbed confessionperhaps not worth anything legally but it would be held

by Owen; and he alone, as Cytherea's natural guardian, could separate them on the mere ground of an

unproved probability, or what might perhaps be called the hallucination of an idiot. Edward himself,

however, was as firmly convinced as the rector had been of the truth of the man's story, and paced backward

and forward the solitary compartment as the train wound through the dark heathery plains, the mazy woods,

and moaning coppices, as resolved as ever to pounce on Manston, and charge him with the crime during the

critical interval between the reception of the telegram and the hour at which Owen's train would

arrivetrusting to circumstances for what he should say and do afterwards, but making up his mind to be a

At thirtythree minutes past seven he stood on the platform of the station at Southamptona clear hour

Making a few inquiries here, but too impatient to pursue his investigation carefully and inductively, he went

At the expiration of another halfhour he had visited seven hotels and inns, large and small, asking the same

questions at each, and always receiving the same replynobody of that name, or answering to that

description, had been there. A boy from the telegraph office had called, asking for the same persons, if they

He reflected awhile, struck again by a painful thought that they might possibly have decided to cross the

Channel by the nightboat. Then he hastened off to another quarter of the town to pursue his inquiries among

hotels of the more oldfashioned and quiet class. His stained and weary appearance obtained for him but a

modicum of civility, wherever he went, which made his task yet more difficult. He called at three several

houses in this neighbourhood, with the same result as before. He entered the door of the fourth house whilst

'Have a tall gentleman named Manston, and a young wife arrived here this evening?' he asked again, in words

'Has any telegram come for them?' said Edward, when the maid had gone on her errand.

'Somebody did come and ask if a Mr. and Mrs. Masters, or some such name, were here this evening,' said

'Of course they did notthey were not herethey didn't come till halfanhour after that. The man who

made inquiries left no message. I told them when they came that they, or a name something like theirs, had

been asked for, but they didn't seem to understand why it should be, and so the matter dropped.'

The chambermaid came back. 'The gentleman is not in, but the lady is. Who shall I say?'

'Nobody,' said Edward. For it now became necessary to reflect upon his method of proceeding. His object in

finding their whereabouts apart from the wish to assist Owenhad been to see Manston, ask him flatly for

an explanation, and confirm the request of the message in the presence of Cythereaso as to prevent the

possibility of the steward's palming off a story upon Cytherea, or eluding her brother when he came. But here

were two important modifications of the expected condition of affairs. The telegram had not been received,

He hesitated as to the propriety of intruding upon her in Manston's absence. Besides, the women at the

bottom of the stairs would see himhis intrusion would seem oddand Manston might return at any

moment. He certainly might call, and wait for Manston with the accusation upon his tongue, as he had

intended. But it was a doubtful course. That idea had been based upon the assumption that Cytherea was not

married. If the first wife were really dead after alland he felt sick at the thoughtCytherea as the steward's

wife might in afteryearsperhaps, at oncebe subjected to indignity and cruelty on account of an old

Yes, perhaps the announcement would come most properly and safely for her from her brother Owen, the

But, on turning round, he saw that the staircase and passage were quite deserted. He and his errand had as

completely died from the minds of the attendants as if they had never been. There was absolutely nothing

between him and Cytherea's presence. Reason was powerless now; he must see herright or wrong, fair or

unfair to Manstonoffensive to her brother or no. His lips must be the first to tell the alarming story to her.

Who loved her as he! He went back lightly through the hall, up the stairs, two at a time, and followed the

There was no time to lose if he would speak to Cytherea before Manston came. He turned the handle of the

door and looked in. The lamp on the table burned low, and showed writing materials open beside it; the chief

light came from the fire, the direct rays of which were obscured by a sweet familiar outline of head and

There is an attitudeapproximatively called pensivein which the soul of a human being, and especially of

a woman, dominates outwardly and expresses its presence so strongly, that the intangible essence seems more

apparent than the body itself. This was Cytherea's expression now. What old days and sunny eves at

Budmouth Bay was she picturing? Her reverie had caused her not to notice his knock.

She let drop her hand, and turned her head, evidently thinking that her visitor could be no other than

There was no preface on Springrove's tongue; he forgot his position hersthat he had come to ask quietly

if Manston had other proofs of being a widowereverythingand jumped to a conclusion.

'You are not his wife, Cythereacome away, he has a wife living!' he cried in an agitated whisper. 'Owen

She started up, recognized the tidings first, the bearer of them afterwards. 'Not his wife? O, what is

itwhatwho is living?' She awoke by degrees. 'What must I do? Edward, it is you! Why did you come?

'What has Manston shown you in proof of the death of his other wife? Tell me quick.'

'Nothingwe have never spoken of the subject. Where is my brother Owen? I want him, I want him!'

'He is coming byandby. Come to the station to meet himdo,' implored Springrove. 'If Mr. Manston

comes, he will keep you from me: I am nobody,' he added bitterly, feeling the reproach her words had faintly

'Mr. Manston is only gone out to post a letter he has just written,' she said, and without being distinctly

cognizant of the action, she wildly looked for her bonnet and cloak, and began putting them on, but in the act

'No, I'll not go out with you,' she said, flinging the articles down again. Running to the door she flitted along

'Number twelve is a single room, madam, and unoccupied,' said some tongue in astonishment.

Without waiting for any person to show her into it, Cytherea hurried upstairs again, brushed through the

corridor, entered the room specified, and closed the door. Edward heard her sob out

'He will be here directly,' said Springrove, close against the panel, and then went towards the stairs. He had

He descended, stepped into the street, and hastened to meet Owen at the railwaystation.

As for the poor maiden who had received the news, she knew not what to think. She listened till the echo of

Edward's footsteps had died away, then bowed her face upon the bed. Her sudden impulse had been to escape

from sight. Her weariness after the unwonted strain, mental and bodily, which had been put upon her by the

scenes she had passed through during the long day, rendered her much more timid and shaken by her position

than she would naturally have been. She thought and thought of that single fact which had been told her

that the first Mrs. Manston was still livingtill her brain seemed ready to burst its confinement with excess

of throbbing. It was only natural that she should, by degrees, be unable to separate the discovery, which was

matter of fact, from the suspicion of treachery on her husband's part, which was only matter of inference. And

'Suppose he should come in now and seize me!' This at first mere frenzied supposition grew by degrees to a

definite horror of his presence, and especially of his intense gaze. Thus she raised herself to a heat of

excitement, which was none the less real for being vented in no cry of any kind. No; she could not meet

Almost delirious with this idea, she ran and locked the door to prevent all possibility of her intentions being

nullified, or a look or word being flung at her by anybody whilst she knew not what she was.

Then Cytherea felt her way amid the darkness of the room till she came to the head of the bed, where she

searched for the bellrope and gave it a pull. Her summons was speedily answered by the landlady herself,

whose curiosity to know the meaning of these strange proceedings knew no bounds. The landlady attempted

to turn the handle of the door. Cytherea kept the door locked. 'Please tell Mr. Manston when he comes that I

Manston came in about five minutes later, and went at once up to the sittingroom, fully expecting to find his

wife there. He looked round, rang, and was told the words Cytherea had said, that she was too ill to be seen.

'She won't open the door, sir, not to nobody at all!' said the chambermaid, with wonderwaiting eyes.

'Come, Cytherea, this is foolishindeed it isnot opening the door. . . . I cannot comprehend what can be

Her voice had trembled more and more at each answer she gave, but nothing could induce her to come out

and confront him. Hating scenes, Manston went back to the sittingroom, greatly irritated and perplexed.

And there Cytherea from the adjoining room could hear him pacing up and down. She thought, 'Suppose he

insists upon seeing mehe probably mayand will burst open the door!' This notion increased, and she

sank into a corner in a halfsomnolent state, but with ears alive to the slightest sound. Reason could not

overthrow the delirious fancy that outside her door stood Manston and all the people in the hotel, waiting to

In the meantime, Springrove was pacing up and down the arrival platform of the railwaystation. Halfpast

eight o'clockthe time at which Owen's train was duehad come, and passed, but no train appeared.

'When will the eightthirty train be in?' he asked of a man who was sweeping the mud from the steps.

'Christmastime, you see, 'tis always so. People are running about to see their friends. The trains have been

Edward again went on walking and waiting under the draughty roof. He found it utterly impossible to leave

the spot. His mind was so intent upon the importance of meeting with Owen, and informing him of Cytherea's

whereabouts, that he could not but fancy Owen might leave the station unobserved if he turned his back, and

The hour expired. Ten o'clock struck. 'When will the train be in?' said Edward to the telegraph clerk.

'In fiveandthirty minutes. She's now at L. They have extra passengers, and the rails are bad today.'

The first to alight from it was Owen, looking pale and cold. He casually glanced round upon the nearly

deserted platform, and was hurrying to the outlet, when his eyes fell upon Edward. At sight of his friend he

'Here I am, Mr. Graye,' said Edward cheerfully. 'I have seen Cytherea, and she has been waiting for you these

Owen took Edward's hand, pressed it, and looked at him in silence. Such was the concentration of his mind,

that not till many minutes after did he think of inquiring how Springrove had contrived to be there before

On their arrival at the door of the hotel, it was arranged between Springrove and Graye that the latter only

should enter, Edward waiting outside. Owen had remembered continually what his friend had frequently

overlooked, that there was yet a possibility of his sister being Manston's wife, and the recollection taught him

to avoid any rashness in his proceedings which might lead to bitterness hereafter.

Entering the room, he found Manston sitting in the chair which had been occupied by Cytherea on Edward's

visit, three hours earlier. Before Owen had spoken, Manston arose, and stepping past him closed the door. His

face appeared harassedmuch more troubled than the slight circumstance which had as yet come to his

Manston could form no reason for Owen's presence, but intuitively linked it with Cytherea's seclusion.

'Don't think there is meant anything unfriendly by my coming here,' said Owen earnestly; 'but listen to this,

He took from his pocket the confession of Chinney the porter, as hastily written out by the vicar, and read it

aloud. The aspects of Manston's face whilst he listened to the opening words were strange, dark, and

mysterious enough to have justified suspicions that no deceit could be too complicated for the possessor of

such impulses, had there not overridden them all, as the reading went on, a new and irrepressible

expressionone unmistakably honest. It was that of unqualified amazement in the steward's mind at the

news he heard. Owen looked up and saw it. The sight only confirmed him in the belief he had held

There could no longer be a shadow of doubt that if the first Mrs. Manston lived, her husband was ignorant of

the fact. What he could have feared by his ghastly look at first, and now have ceased to fear, it was quite

'Now I do not for a moment doubt your complete ignorance of the whole matter; you cannot suppose for an

instant that I do,' said Owen when he had finished reading. 'But is it not best for both that Cytherea should

come back with me till the matter is cleared up? In fact, under the circumstances, no other course is left open

Whatever Manston's original feelings had been, all in him now gave way to irritation, and irritation to rage.

He paced up and down the room till he had mastered it; then said in ordinary tones

'Certainly, I know no more than you and others knowit was a gratuitous unpleasantness in you to say you

His own answer reminded Manston that Cytherea must, by some inscrutable means, have had an inkling of

'Cytherea, darling'tis Owen,' he said, outside the door. A rustling of clothes, soft footsteps, and a voice

She unlocked the door, and retreated again. Manston came forward from the other room with a candle in his

Her frightened eyes were unnaturally large, and shone like stars in the darkness of the background, as the

light fell upon them. She leapt up to Owen in one bound, her small taper fingers extended like the leaves of a

lupine. Then she clasped her cold and trembling hands round his neck and shivered.

The sight of her again kindled all Manston's passions into activity. 'She shall not go with you,' he said firmly,

and stepping a pace or two closer, 'unless you prove that she is not my wife; and you can't do it!'

'No proof at all,' said Manston hotly. ''Tis not a deathbed confession, and those are the only things of the

'Send for a lawyer,' Owen returned, 'and let him tell us the proper course to adopt.'

'Never mind the lawlet me go with Owen!' cried Cytherea, still holding on to him. 'You will let me go with

'We'll have it all right and square,' said Manston, with more quietness. 'I have no objection to your brother

It was getting on for twelve o'clock, but the proprietor of the hotel had not yet gone to bed on account of the

mystery on the first floor, which was an occurrence unusual in the quiet family lodging. Owen looked over

the banisters, and saw him standing in the hall. It struck Graye that the wisest course would be to take the

landlord to a certain extent into their confidence, appeal to his honour as a gentleman, and so on, in order to

acquire the information he wanted, and also to prevent the episode of the evening from becoming a public

piece of news. He called the landlord up to where they stood, and told him the main facts of the story.

'I know the very man you want to seethe very man,' he said, looking at the general features of the

candleflame. 'Sharp as a needle, and not overrich. Timms will put you all straight in no timetrust Timms

'Never mind thatTimms knows me, I know him. He'll oblige me as a personal favour. Wait here a bit.

Perhaps, too, he's up at some party or anotherhe's a nice, jovial fellow, sharp as a needle, too; mind you,

He went downstairs, put on his overcoat, and left the house, the three persons most concerned entering the

room, and standing motionless, awkward, and silent in the midst of it. Cytherea pictured to herself the long

weary minutes she would have to stand there, whilst a sleepy man could be prepared for consultation, till the

constraint between them seemed unendurable to hershe could never last out the time. Owen was annoyed

that Manston had not quietly arranged with him at once; Manston at Owen's homeliness of idea in proposing

Reflection was cut short by the approach of footsteps, and in a few moments the proprietor of the hotel

entered, introducing his friend. 'Mr. Timms has not been in bed,' he said; 'he had just returned from dining

with a few friends, so there's no trouble given. To save time I explained the matter as we came along.'

It occurred to Owen and Manston both that they might get a misty exposition of the law from Mr. Timms at

'As far as I can see,' said the lawyer, yawning, and turning his vision inward by main force, 'it is quite a

matter for private arrangement between the parties, whoever the parties areat least at present. I speak more

as a father than as a lawyer, it is true, but, let the young lady stay with her father, or guardian, safe out of

shame's way, until the mystery is sifted, whatever the mystery is. Should the evidence prove to be false, or

trumped up by anybody to get her away from you, her husband, you may sue them for the damages accruing

'Yes, yes,' said Manston, who had completely recovered his self possession and commonsense; 'let it all be

settled by herself.' Turning to Cytherea he whispered so softly that Owen did not hear the words

'Do you wish to go back with your brother, dearest, and leave me here miserable, and lonely, or will you stay

'Very well.' He relinquished his coaxing tone, and went on sternly: 'And remember this, Cytherea, I am as

'I had no shadow of suspicion that my first wife lived. I don't think she does even now. Do you believe me?'

'And now, goodevening,' he continued, opening the door and politely intimating to the three men standing

by that there was no further necessity for their remaining in his room. 'In three days I shall claim her.'

The lawyer and the hotelkeeper retired first. Owen, gathering up as much of his sister's clothing as lay about

the room, took her upon his arm, and followed them. Edward, to whom she owed everything, who had been

left standing in the street like a dog without a home, was utterly forgotten. Owen paid the landlord and the

lawyer for the trouble he had occasioned them, looked to the packing, and went to the door.

A fly, which somewhat unaccountably was seen lingering in front of the house, was called up, and Cytherea's

'Do you know of any hotel near the station that is open for night arrivals?' Owen inquired of the driver.

'A place has been bespoke for you, sir, at the White Unicornand the gentleman wished me to give you this.'

'Bespoken by Springrove, who ordered the fly, of course,' said Owen to himself. By the light of the

'I have gone home by the mailtrain. It is better for all parties that I should be out of the way. Tell Cytherea

that I apologize for having caused her such unnecessary pain, as it seems I didbut it cannot be helped now.

'Poor SpringroveI think we have served him rather badly,' he said to Cytherea, repeating the words of the

A thrill of pleasure passed through her bosom as she listened to them. They were the genuine reproach of a

lover to his mistress; the trifling coldness of her answer to him would have been noticed by no man who was

only a friend. But, in entertaining that sweet thought, she had forgotten herself, and her position for the

Was she still Manston's wifethat was the terrible supposition, and her future seemed still a possible misery

to her. For, on account of the late jarring accident, a life with Manston which would otherwise have been only

Then she thought of the misrepresentation and scandal that would ensue if she were no wife. One cause for

They soon reached the quiet old inn, which had been selected for them by the forethought of the man who

loved her well. Here they installed themselves for the night, arranging to go to Budmouth by the first train the

At this hour Edward Springrove was fast approaching his native county on the wheels of the nightmail.

This much was plain, that his earnest desire and intention was to raise in Cytherea's bosom no feelings of

permanent aversion to him. The instant after the first burst of disappointment had escaped him in the hotel at

Southampton, he had seen how far better it would be to lose her presence for a week than her respect for ever.

'She shall be mine; I will claim the young thing yet,' he insisted. And then he seemed to reason over methods

for compassing that object, which, to all those who were in any degree acquainted with the recent event,

He returned to Knapwater late the next day, and was preparing to call on Miss Aldclyffe, when the

conclusion forced itself upon him that nothing would be gained by such a step. No; every action of his should

be done openlyeven religiously. At least, he called on the rector, and stated this to be his resolve.

'Certainly,' said Mr. Raunham, 'it is best to proceed candidly and fairly, or undue suspicion may fall on you.

'I will do the utmost that lies in my power to clear up the mystery, and silence the hubbub of gossip that has

been set going about me. But what can I do? They say that the man who comes first in the chain of inquiry is

'I am sorry to say that he is not. When I returned from the station last night, after seeing Owen Graye off, I

went again to the cottage where he has been lodging, to get more intelligence, as I thought. He was not there.

He had gone out at dusk, saying he would be back soon. But he has not come back yet.'

'Had I known of this, I would have done what in my flurry I did not think of doingset a watch upon him.

But why not advertise for your missing wife as a preliminary, consulting your solicitor in the meantime?'

'Advertise. I'll think about it,' said Manston, lingering on the word as he pronounced it. 'Yes, that seems a

He went home and remained moodily indoors all the next day and the nextfor nearly a week, in short.

Then, one evening at dusk, he went out with an uncertain air as to the direction of his walk, which resulted,

'NoI have not,' said Manston absently. 'But I am going to set about it.' He hesitated, as if ashamed of some

weakness he was about to betray. 'My object in calling was to ask if you had heard any tidings from

Budmouth of myCytherea. You used to speak of her as one you were interested in.'

There was, at any rate, real sadness in Manston's tone now, and the rector paused to weigh his words ere he

'I have not heard directly from her,' he said gently. 'But her brother has communicated with some people in

'Yes; and they tell me that she is very ill, and I am sorry to say, likely to be for some days.'

'I would advise you not to go,' said Raunham. 'But do this instead be as quick as you can in making a

movement towards ascertaining the truth as regards the existence of your wife. You see, Mr. Manston, an

outstep place like this is not like a city, and there is nobody to busy himself for the good of the community;

whilst poor Cytherea and her brother are socially too dependent to be able to make much stir in the matter,

The steward murmured an assent. Still there was the same indecision!not the indecision of weaknessthe

On Manston's return from this interview at the rectory, he passed the door of the Rising Sun Inn. Finding he

had no light for his cigar, and it being threequarters of a mile to his residence in the park, he entered the

tavern to get one. Nobody was in the outer portion of the front room where Manston stood, but a space round

the fire was screened off from the remainder, and inside the high oak settle, forming a part of the screen, he

heard voices conversing. The speakers had not noticed his footsteps, and continued their discourse.

One of the two he recognized as a wellknown nightpoacher, the man who had met him with tidings of his

wife's death on the evening of the conflagration. The other seemed to be a stranger following the same mode

of life. The conversation was carried on in the emphatic and confidential tone of men who are slightly

intoxicated, its subject being an unaccountable experience that one of them had had on the night of the fire.

What the steward heard was enough, and more than enough, to lead him to forget or to renounce his motive

in entering. The effect upon him was strange and strong. His first object seemed to be to escape from the

Having accomplished this, he went in at the park gate, and strode off under the trees to the Old House. There

sitting down by the fire, and burying himself in reflection, he allowed the minutes to pass by unheeded. First

the candle burnt down in its socket and stunk: he did not notice it. Then the fire went out: he did not see it.

It may be remarked that a lady, a year and a quarter before this time, had, under the same conditionsan

unrestricted mental absorptionshown nearly the same peculiarities as this man evinced now. The lady was

It was halfpast twelve when Manston moved, as if he had come to a determination.

The first thing he did the next morning was to call at Knapwater House; where he found that Miss Aldclyffe

was not well enough to see him. She had been ailing from slight internal haemorrhage ever since the

confession of the porter Chinney. Apparently not much aggrieved at the denial, he shortly afterwards went to

the railway station and took his departure for London, leaving a letter for Miss Aldclyffe, stating the reason

During the remainder of the week paragraphs appeared in the local and other newspapers, drawing attention

to the facts of this singular case. The writers, with scarcely an exception, dwelt forcibly upon a feature which

had at first escaped the observation of the villagers, including Mr. Raunhamthat if the announcement of the

man Chinney were true, it seemed extremely probable that Mrs. Manston left her watch and keys behind on

purpose to blind people as to her escape; and that therefore she would not now let herself be discovered,

unless a strong pressure were put upon her. The writers added that the police were on the track of the porter,

who very possibly had absconded in the fear that his reticence was criminal, and that Mr. Manston, the

husband, was, with praiseworthy energy, making every effort to clear the whole matter up.

Five days from the time of his departure, Manston returned from London and Liverpool, looking very

fatigued and thoughtful. He explained to the rector and other of his acquaintance that all the inquiries he had

But he seemed inclined to push the affair to a clear conclusion now that he had commenced. After the lapse

of another day or two he proceeded to fulfil his promise to the rector, and advertised for the missing woman

in three of the London papers. The advertisement was a carefully considered and even attractive effusion,

calculated to win the heart, or at least the understanding, of any woman who had a spark of her own nature

'I cannot try any further,' said Manston speciously to the rector, his sole auditor throughout the proceedings.

'Mr. Raunham, I'll tell you the truth plainly: I don't love her; I do love Cytherea, and the whole of this

business of searching for the other woman goes altogether against me. I hope to God I shall never see her

'I have done it,' said Manston. 'If ever a man on the face of this earth has done his duty towards an absent

wife, I have towards her living or deadat least,' he added, correcting himself, 'since I have lived at

Knapwater. I neglected her before that timeI own that, as I have owned it before.'

'I should, if I were you, adopt other means to get tidings of her if advertising fails, in spite of my feelings,'

said the rector emphatically. 'But at any rate, try advertising once more. There's a satisfaction in having made

When Manston had left the study, the rector stood looking at the fire for a considerable length of time, lost in

profound reflection. He went to his private diary, and after many pauses, which he varied only by dipping his

pen, letting it dry, wiping it on his sleeve, and then dipping it again, he took the following note of events:

'January 25.Mr. Manston has just seen me for the third time on the subject of his lost wife. There have

'The first. My visitor, whilst expressing by words his great anxiety to do everything for her recovery, showed

'The second. He had left off feigning anxiety to do rightly by his first wife, and honestly asked after

'The third (and most remarkable). He seemed to have lost all consistency. Whilst expressing his love for

Cytherea (which certainly is strong) and evincing the usual indifference to the first Mrs. Manston's fate, he

was unable to conceal the intensity of his eagerness for me to advise him to ADVERTISE AGAIN for her.'

A week after the second, the third advertisement was inserted. A paragraph was attached, which stated that

At this, the eleventh hour, the postman brought a letter for Manston, directed in a woman's hand.

A bachelor friend of the steward's, Mr. Dickson by name, who was somewhat of a chattererplenus

rimarumand who boasted of an endless string of acquaintances, had come over from Casterbridge the

preceding day by invitationan invitation which had been a pleasant surprise to Dickson himself, insomuch

that Manston, as a rule, voted him a bore almost to his face. He had stayed over the night, and was sitting at

Manston did not attempt to conceal the subject of the letter, or the name of the writer. First glancing the pages

'"During the last thirteen months I have repeated to myself a hundred times that you should never discover

'"I have seen all your advertisements. Nothing but your persistence has won me round. Surely, I thought, he

MUST love me still. Why else should he try to win back a woman who, faithful unto death as she will be,

can, in a social sense, aid him towards acquiring nothing?rather the reverse, indeed.

'"You yourself state my own mindthat the only grounds upon which we can meet and live together, with a

reasonable hope of happiness, must be a mutual consent to bury in oblivion all past differences. I heartily and

willingly forget everythingand forgive everything. You will do the same, as your actions show.

'"There will be plenty of opportunity for me to explain the few facts relating to my escape on the night of the

fire. I will only give the heads in this hurried note. I was grieved at your not coming to fetch me, more

grieved at your absence from the station, most of all by your absence from home. On my journey to the inn I

writhed under a passionate sense of wrong done me. When I had been shown to my room I waited and hoped

for you till the landlord had gone upstairs to bed. I still found that you did not come, and then I finally made

up my mind to leave. I had half undressed, but I put on my things again, forgetting my watch (and I suppose

dropping my keys, though I am not sure where) in my hurry, and slipped out of the house. The"'

'I don't see anything particularly wonderful in it. Any woman might do such a thing.'

'Any woman might if escaping from fire or shipwreck, or any such immediate danger. But it seems

incomprehensible to me that any woman in her senses, who quietly decides to leave a house, should be so

'All that is required to reconcile your seeming with her facts is to assume that she was not in her senses, for

that's what she did plainly, or how could the things have been found there? Besides, she's truthful enough.' He

'"and slipped out of the house. The rubbishheap was burning up brightly, but the thought that the house

'"I idled in the lane behind the wood till the last downtrain had come in, not being in a mood to face

strangers. Whilst I was there the fire broke out, and this perplexed me still more. However, I was still

determined not to stay in the place. I went to the railwaystation, which was now quiet, and inquired of the

solitary man on duty there concerning the trains. It was not till I had left the man that I saw the effect the fire

might have on my history. I considered also, though not in any detailed manner, that the event, by attracting

the attention of the village to my former abode, might set people on my track should they doubt my death,

and a sudden dread of having to go back again to Knapwatera place which had seemed inimical to me

from first to lastprompted me to run back and bribe the porter to secrecy. I then walked on to Anglebury,

lingering about the outskirts of the town till the morning train came in, when I proceeded by it to London, and

then took these lodgings, where I have been supporting myself ever since by needlework, endeavouring to

save enough money to pay my passage home to America, but making melancholy progress in my attempt.

However, all that is changedcan I be otherwise than happy at it? Of course not. I am happy. Tell me what I

'So it's to be all right at last then,' said Manston's friend. 'But after all there's another woman in the case. You

don't seem very sorry for the little thing who is put to such distress by this turn of affairs? I wonder you can

let her go so coolly.' The speaker was looking out between the mullions of the windownoticing that some

of the lights were glazed in lozenges, some in squaresas he said the words, otherwise he would have seen

the passionate expression of agonized hopelessness that flitted across the steward's countenance when the

remark was made. He did not see it, and Manston answered after a short interval. The way in which he spoke

of the young girl who had believed herself his wife, whom, a few short days ago, he had openly idolized, and

whom, in his secret heart, he idolized still, as far as such a form of love was compatible with his nature,

showed that from policy or otherwise, he meant to act up to the requirements of the position into which fate

'That's neither here nor there,' he said; 'it is a point of honour to do as I am doing, and there's an end of it.'

'I certainly did not at one time. One is apt to feel rather weary of wives when they are so devilish civil under

all aspects, as she used to be. But anything for a changeAbigail is lost, but Michal is recovered. You would

hardly believe it, but she seems in fancy to be quite another bridein fact, almost as if she had really risen

'Cui bono?' The steward meditated critically, showing a portion of his intensely wide and regular teeth within

'I cannot say anything to her that will do any good,' he resumed. 'It would be awkwardeither seeing or

communicating with her again. The best plan to adopt will be to let matters take their course she'll find it

Manston found himself alone a few minutes later. He buried his face in his hands, and murmured, 'O my lost

one! O my Cytherea! That it should come to this is hard for me! 'Tis now all darkness"a land of darkness

as darkness itself; and of the shadow of death without any order, and where the light is as darkness."'

Yes, the artificial bearing which this extraordinary man had adopted before strangers ever since he had

overheard the conversation at the inn, left him now, and he mourned for Cytherea aloud.

Knapwater Park is the pictureat eleven o'clock on a muddy, quiet, hazy, but bright morninga morning

without any blue sky, and without any shadows, the earth being enlivened and lit up rather by the spirit of an

The local Hunt had met for the day's sport on the open space of ground immediately in front of the steward's

residencecalled in the list of appointments, 'Old House, Knapwater'the meet being here once every

Leaning out from one of the firstfloor windows, and surveying with the keenest interest the lively picture of

pink and black coats, richcoloured horses, and sparkling bits and spurs, was the returned and longlost

The eyes of those forming the brilliant group were occasionally turned towards her, showing plainly that her

adventures were the subject of conversation equally with or more than the chances of the coming day. She did

not flush beneath their scrutiny; on the contrary, she seemed rather to enjoy it, her eyes being kindled with a

light of contented exultation, subdued to square with the circumstances of her matronly position.

She was, at the distance from which they surveyed her, an attractive womancomely as the tents of Kedar.

But to a close observer it was palpable enough that God did not do all the picture. Appearing at least seven

years older than Cytherea, she was probably her senior by double the number, the artificial means employed

to heighten the natural good appearance of her face being very cleverly applied. Her form was full and round,

its voluptuous maturity standing out in strong contrast to the memory of Cytherea's lissom girlishness.

It seems to be an almost universal rule that a woman who once has courted, or who eventually will court, the

society of men on terms dangerous to her honour cannot refrain from flinging the meaning glance whenever

the moment arrives in which the glance is strongly asked for, even if her life and whole future depended upon

Had a cautious, uxorious husband seen in his wife's countenance what might now have been seen in this

darkeyed woman's as she caught a stray glance of flirtation from one or other of the redcoated gallants

outside, he would have passed many days in an agony of restless jealousy and doubt. But Manston was not

such a husband, and he was, moreover, calmly attending to his business at the other end of the manor.

The steward had fetched home his wife in the most matteroffact way a few days earlier, walking round the

village with her the very next morningat once putting an end, by this simple solution, to all the riddling

inquiries and surmises that were rank in the village and its neighbourhood. Some men said that this woman

was as far inferior to Cytherea as earth to heaven; others, older and sager, thought Manston better off with

such a wife than he would have been with one of Cytherea's youthful impulses, and inexperience in

household management. All felt their curiosity dying out of them. It was the same in Carriford as in other

parts of the world immediately circumstantial evidence became exchanged for direct, the loungers in court

yawned, gave a final survey, and turned away to a subject which would afford more scope for speculation.

Owen Graye's recovery from the illness that had incapacitated him for so long a time was, professionally, the

dawn of a brighter prospect for him in every direction, though the change was at first very gradual, and his

movements and efforts were little more than mechanical. With the lengthening of the days, and the revival of

building operations for the forthcoming season, he saw himself, for the first time, on a road which, pursued

with care, would probably lead to a comfortable income at some future day. But he was still very low down

The first undertaking entrusted to him in the new year began about a month after his return from

Southampton. Mr. Gradfield had come back to him in the wake of his restored health, and offered him the

superintendence, as clerk of works, of a church which was to be nearly rebuilt at the village of Tolchurch,

fifteen or sixteen miles from Budmouth, and about half that distance from Carriford.

'I am now being paid at the rate of a hundred and fifty pounds a year,' he said to his sister in a burst of

thankfulness, 'and you shall never, Cytherea, be at any tyrannous lady's beck and call again as long as I live.

Never pine or think about what has happened, dear; it's no disgrace to you. Cheer up; you'll be somebody's

He did not say Edward Springrove's, for, greatly to his disappointment, a report had reached his ears that the

friend to whom Cytherea owed so much had been about to pack up his things and sail for Australia. However,

this was before the uncertainty concerning Mrs. Manston's existence had been dispersed by her return, a

phenomenon that altered the cloudy relationship in which Cytherea had lately been standing towards her old

lover, to one of distinctness; which result would have been delightful but for circumstances about to be

Cytherea was still pale from her recent illness, and still greatly dejected. Until the news of Mrs. Manston's

return had reached them, she had kept herself closely shut up during the daytime, never venturing forth

except at night. Sleeping and waking she had been in perpetual dread lest she should still be claimed by a

man whom, only a few weeks earlier, she had regarded in the light of a future husband with quiet assent, not

But the removal of the uneasiness in this directionby Mrs. Manston's arrival, and her own consequent

freedomhad been the imposition of pain in another. Utterly fictitious details of the finding of Cytherea and

Manston had been invented and circulated, unavoidably reaching her ears in the course of time. Thus the

freedom brought no happiness, and it seemed wellnigh impossible that she could ever again show herself

On this account, and for the first time in his life, Owen made a point of concealing from her the real state of

his feelings with regard to the unhappy transaction. He writhed in secret under the humiliation to which they

had been subjected, till the resentment it gave rise to, and for which there was no vent, was sometimes

beyond endurance; it induced a mood that did serious damage to the material and plodding perseverance

They gave up their lodgings at Budmouth, and went to Tolchurch as soon as the work commenced.

Here they were domiciled in one half of an old farmhouse, standing not far from the ivycovered church

tower (which was all that was to remain of the original structure). The long steep roof of this picturesque

dwelling sloped nearly down to the ground, the old tiles that covered it being overgrown with rich olivehued

moss. New red tiles in twos and threes had been used for patching the holes wrought by decay, lighting up the

The chief internal features of this snug abode were a wide fireplace, enormous cupboards, a brown settle, and

several sketches on the wood mantel, done in outline with the point of a hot poker the subjects mainly

After a week or two of residence in Tolchurch, and rambles amid the quaint scenery circumscribing it, a

tranquillity began to spread itself through the mind of the maiden, which Graye hoped would be a preface to

her complete restoration. She felt ready and willing to live the whole remainder of her days in the retirement

of their present quarters: she began to sing about the house in low tremulous snatches

'"I said, if there's peace to be found in the world, A heart that is humble may hope for it here."'

Her convalescence had arrived at this point on a certain evening towards the end of the winter, when Owen

had come in from the building hard by, and was changing his muddy boots for slippers, previously to sitting

The only person who ever knocked at their door in that way was the new vicar, the prime mover in the

Cytherea was uneasy at the soundshe did not know why, unless it was because her nerves were weakened

by the sickness she had undergone. Instead of opening the door she ran out of the room, and upstairs.

'Capitalnot gone to Australia, and not going, of course!' cried Owen. 'What's the use of going to such a

'I am going back to London again tomorrow,' said Springrove, 'and I called to say a word before going.

'She has just run upstairs. Come innever mind scraping your shoeswe are regular cottagers now; stone

'Mrs. Manston came,' said Edward awkwardly, when he had sat down in the chimneycorner by preference.

'Yes.' At mention of one of his skeletons Owen lost his blitheness at once, and fell into a reverie.

'You know I always had wondered, when my father was telling any of the circumstances of the fire to me,

how it could be that a woman could sleep so soundly as to be unaware of her horrid position till it was too

'Well, I think that would have been possible, considering her long wearisome journey. People have often been

suffocated in their beds before they awoke. But it was hardly likely a body would be completely burnt to

ashes as this was assumed to be, though nobody seemed to see it at the time. And how positive the surgeon

was too, about those bits of bone! Why he should have been so, nobody can tell. I cannot help saying that if it

has ever been possible to find pure stupidity incarnate, it was in that jury of Carriford. There existed in the

'You know, without my saying it, that I love Cytherea as dearly as ever. . . . I think she loves me too,does

There was in Owen enough of that worldly policy on the subject of matchmaking which naturally resides in

the breasts of parents and guardians, to give him a certain caution in replying, and, younger as he was by five

'Well, she may possibly love you still,' he said, as if rather in doubt as to the truth of his words.

Springrove's countenance instantly saddened; he had expected a simple 'Yes,' at the very least. He continued

'Supposing she does love me, would it be fair to you and to her if I made her an offer of marriage, with these

dreary conditions attachedthat we lived for a few years on the narrowest system, till a great debt, which all

honour and duty require me to pay off, shall be paid? My father, by reason of the misfortune that befell him,

is under a great obligation to Miss Aldclyffe. He is getting old, and losing his energies. I am attempting to

'But consider again,' he went on. 'Cytherea has been left in a nameless and unsatisfactory, though innocent

state, by this unfortunate, and now void, marriage with Manston. A marriage with me, though under

themateriallyuntoward conditions I have mentioned, would make us happy; it would give her a locus

standi. If she wished to be out of the sound of her misfortunes we would go to another part of

'I'll call Cytherea,' said Owen. 'It is a matter which she alone can settle.' He did not speak warmly. His pride

could not endure the pity which Edward's visit and errand tacitly implied. Yet, in the other affair, his heart

His sister descended the creaking old steps with a faltering tread, and stood in the firelight from the hearth.

She extended her hand to Springrove, welcoming him by a mere motion of the lip, her eyes averteda habit

which had engendered itself in her since the beginning of her illness and defamation. Owen opened the door

and went outleaving the lovers alone. It was the first time they had met since the memorable night at

'O yes. I ought to have asked YOU to,' she returned timidly. 'Everybody sits in the chimneycorner in this

Two recessesone on the right, one on the left handwere cut in the inside of the fireplace, and here they

sat down facing each other, on benches fitted to the recesses, the fire glowing on the hearth between their

feet. Its ruddy light shone on the underslopes of their faces, and spread out over the floor of the room with the

low horizontality of the setting sun, giving to every grain of sand and tumour in the paving a long shadow

Edward looked at his pale love through the thin azure twines of smoke that went up like ringlets between

them, and invested her, as seen through its medium, with the shadowy appearance of a phantom. Nothing is

so potent for coaxing back the lost eyes of a woman as a discreet silence in the man who has so lost

themand thus the patient Edward coaxed hers. After lingering on the hearth for half a minute, waiting in

He could not wait in his original position till the answer came. Stepping across the front of the fire to her own

side of the chimney corner, he reclined at her feet, and searched for her hand. She continued in silence

'Edward, I can never be anybody's wife,' she then said sadly, and with firmness.

'Think of it in every light,' he pleaded; 'the light of love, first. Then, when you have done that, see how wise a

step it would be. I can only offer you poverty as yet, but I wantI do so long to secure you from the

intrusion of that unpleasant past, which will often and always be thrust before you as long as you live the

shrinking solitary life you do nowa life which purity chooses, it may be; but to the outside world it appears

like the enforced loneliness of neglect and scornand tongues are busy inventing a reason for it which does

'I know all about it,' she said hastily; 'and those are the grounds of my refusal. You and Owen know the whole

truththe two I love best on earthand I am content. But the scandal will be continually repeated, and I can

never give any one the opportunity of saying to youthatyour wife . . . .' She utterly broke down and

'Please to leave mewe will be friends, Edwardbut don't press me my mind is made upI cannotI

will not marry you or any man under the present ambiguous circumstancesnever will II have said it:

They were both silent. He listlessly regarded the illuminated blackness overhead, where long flakes of soot

floated from the sides and bars of the chimneythroat like tattered banners in ancient aisles; whilst through

the square opening in the midst one or two bright stars looked down upon them from the grey March sky. The

He kissed her once, twice, three times, and arose to his feet, slowly withdrawing himself from her side

towards the door. Cytherea remained with her gaze fixed on the fire. Edward went out grieving, but hope was

He smelt the fragrance of a cigar, and immediately afterwards saw a small red star of fire against the darkness

of the hedge. Graye was pacing up and down the lane, smoking as he walked. Springrove told him the result

'It would be absurd of me to say that I like him nowfamily feeling prevents it, but I cannot in honesty say

Edward could keep the secret of Manston's coercion of Miss Aldclyffe in the matter of the houses a secret no

'That's one thing,' he continued, 'but not all. What do you think of thisI have discovered that he went to

Budmouth postoffice for a letter the day before the first advertisement for his wife appeared in the papers.

One was there for him, and it was directed in his wife's handwriting, as I can prove. This was not till after the

marriage with Cytherea, it is true, but if (as it seems to show) the advertising was a farce, there is a strong

Owen was too astounded to speak. He dropped his cigar, and fixed his eyes upon his companion.

'That he fetched from the postoffice at Budmouth a letter from her the day BEFORE the first advertisement

Graye was lost in a long consideration. 'Ah!' he said, 'it would be difficult to prove anything of that sort now.

The writing could not be sworn to, and if he is guilty the letter is destroyed.'

'Yesas you said' interrupted Owen, who had not till now been able to form the complicated set of ideas

necessary for picturing the position. 'Yes, there is this to be rememberedCytherea had been taken from him

before that letter cameand his knowledge of his wife's existence could not have originated till after the

wedding. I could have sworn he believed her dead then. His manner was unmistakable.'

'Well, I have other suspicions,' repeated Edward; 'and if I only had the rightif I were her husband or

'The reproof was not needed,' said Owen, with a little bitterness. 'What can I doa man with neither money

nor friendswhilst Manston has Miss Aldclyffe and all her fortune to back him up? God only knows what

lies between the mistress and her steward, but since this has transpiredif it is trueI can believe the

connection to be even an unworthy onea thing I certainly never so much as owned to myself before.'

Edward's disclosure had the effect of directing Owen Graye's thoughts into an entirely new and uncommon

On the Monday after Springrove's visit, Owen had walked to the top of a hill in the neighbourhood of

Tolchurcha wild hill that had no name, beside a barren down where it never looked like summer. In the

intensity of his meditations on the everpresent subject, he sat down on a weatherbeaten boundarystone

Had his defenceless sister been trifled with? that was the question which affected him. Her refusal of Edward

as a husband was, he knew, dictated solely by a humiliated sense of inadequacy to him in repute, and had not

been formed till since the slanderous tale accounting for her seclusion had been circulated. Was it not true, as

Edward had hinted, that he, her brother, was neglecting his duty towards her in allowing Manston to thrive

Was it possible that Manston was sensuous villain enough to have contemplated, at any moment before the

marriage with Cytherea, the return of his first wife, when he should have grown weary of his new toy? Had

he believed that, by a skilful manipulation of such circumstances as chance would throw in his way, he could

escape all suspicion of having known that she lived? Only one fact within his own direct knowledge afforded

the least ground for such a supposition. It was that, possessed by a woman only in the humble and

unprotected station of a lady's hired companion, his sister's beauty might scarcely have been sufficient to

induce a selfish man like Manston to make her his wife, unless he had foreseen the possibility of getting rid

'But for that stratagem of Manston's in relation to the Springroves,' Owen thought, 'Cythie might now have

been the happy wife of Edward. True, that he influenced Miss Aldclyffe only rests on Edward's suspicions,

'On the night of the fire, who first said that Mrs. Manston was burnt?' he asked.

'It was certainly not he. All doubt on the subject was removed before he came to the spotthat I am certain

of. Everybody knew that she did not escape AFTER the house was on fire, and thus all overlooked the fact

that she might have left beforeof course that would have seemed such an improbable thing for anybody to

'Yes, until the porter's story of her irritation and doubt as to her course made it natural.'

'What settled the matter at the inquest,' said Cytherea, 'was Mr. Manston's evidence that the watch was his

'It might have been hersleft behind in her perturbation, as they say it wasimpossible as that seems at first

'I know by several proofs that then, and at least for some time after, he had no other thought than that she was

dead. I now think that before the porter's confession he knew something about her though not that she

'From what he said to me on the evening of the weddingday, when I had fastened myself in the room at the

hotel, after Edward's visit. He must have suspected that I knew something, for he was irritated, and in a

passion of uneasy doubt. He said, "You don't suppose my first wife is come to light again, madam, surely?"

'Still we must remember he might only have hit upon the thought by accident, in doubt as to your motive.

Yes, the great point to discover remains the same as everdid he doubt his first impression of her death

BEFORE he married you. I can't help thinking he did, although he was so astounded at our news that night.

'It was perhaps only a short time before,' said Cytherea; 'when he could hardly recede from having me.

'Seasoning justice with mercy as usual, Cytherea. 'Tis unfair to yourself to talk like that. If I could only bring

him to ruin as a bigamistsupposing him to be oneI should die happy. That's what we must find out by

'It is no use trying, Owen. You would have to employ a solicitor, and how can you do that?'

'I can't at allI know that very well. But neither do I altogether wish to at presenta lawyer must have a

casefacts to go upon, that means. Now they are scarce at presentas scarce as money is with us, and till

we have found more money there is no hurry for a lawyer. Perhaps by the time we have the facts we shall

have the money. The only thing we lose in working alone in this way, is timenot the issue: for the fruit that

one mind matures in a twelvemonth forms a more perfectly organized whole than that of twelve minds in one

month, especially if the interests of the single one are vitally concerned, and those of the twelve are only

hired. But there is not only my mind availableyou are a shrewd woman, Cythie, and Edward is an earnest

ally. Then, if we really get a sure footing for a criminal prosecution, the Crown will take up the case.'

'I don't much care to press on in the matter,' she murmured. 'What good can it do us, Owen, after all?'

'Selfishly speaking, it will do this goodthat all the facts of your journey to Southampton will become

known, and the scandal will die. Besides, Manston will have to sufferit's an act of justice to you and to

He now thought it necessary to tell her of the real nature of the Springroves' obligation to Miss

Aldclyffeand their nearly certain knowledge that Manston was the prime mover in effecting their

'And now,' he said, 'our first undertaking is to find out where Mrs. Manston lived during the separation; next,

'If we only had Miss Aldclyffe's countenance and assistance as I used to have them,' Cytherea returned, 'how

strong we should be! O, what power is it that he exercises over her, swaying her just as he wishes! She loves

me now. Mrs. Morris in her letter said that Miss Aldclyffe prayed for meyes, she heard her praying for me,

and crying. Miss Aldclyffe did not mind an old friend like Mrs. Morris knowing it, either. Yet in opposition

'It is a mystery; but never mind that now,' said Owen impressively. 'About where Mrs. Manston has been

living. We must get this part of it firstlearn the place of her stay in the early stage of their separation,

during the period of Manston's arrival here, and so on, for that was where she was first communicated with

on the subject of coming to Knapwater, before the fire; and that address, too, was her point of departure when

she came to her husband by stealth in the nightyou knowthe time I visited you in the evening and went

home early in the morning, and it was found that he had been visited too. Ah! couldn't we inquire of Mrs.

Leat, who keeps the postoffice at Carriford, if she remembers where the letters to Mrs. Manston were

'He never posted his letters to her in the parishit was remarked at the time. I was thinking if something

relating to her address might not be found in the report of the inquest in the Casterbridge Chronicle of the

Her brother caught eagerly at the suggestion. 'Who has a file of the Chronicles?' he said.

'Mr. Raunham used to file them,' said Cytherea. 'He was rather friendlydisposed towards me, too.'

Owen could not, on any consideration, escape from his attendance at the churchbuilding till Saturday

evening; and thus it became necessary, unless they actually wasted time, that Cytherea herself should assist. 'I

The next morning the opening move of the game was made. Cytherea, under cover of a thick veil, hired a

conveyance and drove to within a mile or so of Carriford. It was with a renewed sense of depression that she

saw again the objects which had become familiar to her eye during her sojourn under Miss Aldclyffe's

roofthe outline of the hills, the meadow streams, the old park trees. She hastened by a lonely path to the

Now the rector, though a solitary bachelor, was as gallant and courteous to womankind as an ancient Iberian;

and, moreover, he was Cytherea's friend in particular, to an extent far greater than she had ever surmised.

Rarely visiting his relative, Miss Aldclyffe, except on parish matters, more rarely still being called upon by

Miss Aldclyffe, Cytherea had learnt very little of him whilst she lived at Knapwater. The relationship was on

the impecunious paternal side, and for this branch of her family the lady of the estate had never evinced much

sympathy. In looking back upon our line of descent it is an instinct with us to feel that all our vitality was

Since the death of the old captain, the rector's bearing in Knapwater House had been almost that of a stranger,

a circumstance which he himself was the last man in the world to regret. This polite indifference was so frigid

on both sides that the rector did not concern himself to preach at her, which was a great deal in a rector; and

she did not take the trouble to think his sermons poor stuff, which in a cynical woman was a great deal more.

Though barely fifty years of age, his hair was as white as snow, contrasting strangely with the redness of his

skin, which was as fresh and healthy as a lad's. Cytherea's bright eyes, mutely and demurely glancing up at

him Sunday after Sunday, had been the means of driving away many of the saturnine humours that creep into

an empty heart during the hours of a solitary life; in this case, however, to supplant them, when she left his

parish, by those others of a more aching nature which accompany an overfull one. In short, he had been on

the verge of feeling towards her that passion to which his dignified selfrespect would not give its true name,

He received her kindly; but she was not disposed to be frank with him. He saw her wish to be reserved, and

with genuine good taste and good nature made no comment whatever upon her request to be allowed to see

the Chronicle for the year before the last. He placed the papers before her on his study table, with a timidity

She turned them over till she came to the first heading connected with the subject of her search'Disastrous

The sight, and its calamitous bearing upon her own life, made her so dizzy that she could, for a while, hardly

decipher the letters. Stifling recollection by an effort she nerved herself to her work, and carefully read the

She turned on to the following week's report of the inquest. After a miserable perusal she could find no more

'ABRAHAM BROWN, of Hoxton, London, at whose house the deceased woman had been living, deposed,'

Nobody else from London had attended the inquest. She arose to depart, first sending a message of thanks to

'Can I help you in anything, Cytherea?' he said, using her Christian name by an intuition that unpleasant

memories might be revived if he called her Miss Graye after wishing her goodbye as Mrs. Manston at the

wedding. Cytherea saw the motive and appreciated it, nevertheless replying evasively

'Promise me that if you want assistance, and you think I can give it, you will come to me.'

If he had spoken what he felt, 'I want very much to help you, Cytherea, and have been watching Manston on

your account,' she would gladly have accepted his offer. As it was, she was perplexed, and raised her eyes to

his, not so fearlessly as before her trouble, but as modestly, and with still enough brightness in them to do

She returned to Tolchurch weary with her day's work. Owen's greeting was anxious

She gave him the words from the report of the inquest, pencilled on a slip of paper.

'Owen,' she said, 'will you forgive me for what I am going to say? I don't think I canindeed I don't think I

cantake any further steps towards disentangling the mystery. I still think it a useless task, and it does not

seem any duty of mine to be revenged upon Mr. Manston in any way.' She added more gravely, 'It is beneath

'Very well,' he said, somewhat shortly; 'I shall work without you then. There's dignity in justice.' He caught

sight of her pale tired face, and the dilated eye which always appeared in her with weariness. 'Darling,' he

continued warmly, and kissing her, 'you shall not work so hard againyou are worn out quite. But you must

On Saturday evening Graye hurried off to Casterbridge, and called at the house of the reporter to the

Chronicle. The reporter was at home, and came out to Graye in the passage. Owen explained who and what

he was, and asked the man if he would oblige him by turning to his notes of the inquest at Carriford in the

December of the year preceding the lastjust adding that a family entanglement, of which the reporter

probably knew something, made him anxious to ascertain some additional details of the event, if any existed.

'Certainly,' said the other, without hesitation; 'though I am afraid I haven't much beyond what we printed at

the time. Let me seemy old notebooks are in my drawer at the office of the paper: if you will come with

me I can refer to them there.' His wife and family were at tea inside the room, and with the timidity of decent

They crossed the street, entered the office, and went thence to an inner room. Here, after a short search, was

found the book required. The precise address, not given in the condensed report that was printed, but written

Owen copied it, and gave the reporter a small fee. 'I want to keep this inquiry private for the present,' he said

The reporter promised. 'News is shop with me,' he said, 'and to escape from handling it is my greatest social

It was evening, and the outer room of the publishingoffice was lighted up with flaring jets of gas. After

making the above remark, the reporter came out from the inner apartment in Graye's company, answering an

expression of obligation from Owen with the words that it was no trouble. At the moment of his speech, he

closed behind him the door between the two rooms, still holding his notebook in his hand.

Before the counter of the front room stood a tall man, who was also speaking, when they emerged. He said to

the youth in attendance, 'I will take my paper for this week now I am here, so that you needn't post it to me.'

The stranger then slightly turned his head, saw Owen, and recognized him. Owen passed out without

Manston then looked at the reporter, who, after walking to the door with Owen, had come back again to lock

up his books. Manston did not need to be told that the shabby marblecovered book which he held in his

hand, opening endways and interleaved with blotting paper, was an old reportingbook. He raised his eyes

to the reporter's face, whose experience had not so schooled his features but that they betrayed a

consciousness, to one half initiated as the other was, that his late proceeding had been connected with events

in the life of the steward. Manston said no more, but, taking his newspaper, followed Owen from the office,

Edward Springrove was now in London again, and on this same evening, before leaving Casterbridge, Owen

wrote a careful letter to him, stating therein all the facts that had come to his knowledge, and begging him, as

he valued Cytherea, to make cautious inquiries. A tall man was standing under the lamppost, about

That same night, too, for a reason connected with the rencounter with Owen Graye, the steward entertained

the idea of rushing off suddenly to London by the mailtrain, which left Casterbridge at ten o'clock. But

remembering that letters posted after the hour at which Owen had obtained his informationwhatever that

wascould not be delivered in London till Monday morning, he changed his mind and went home to

Knapwater. Making a confidential explanation to his wife, arrangements were set on foot for his departure by

Starting for church the next morning several minutes earlier than was usual with him, the steward

intentionally loitered along the road from the village till old Mr. Springrove overtook him. Manston spoke

very civilly of the morning, and of the weather, asking how the farmer's barometer stood, and when it was

probable that the wind might change. It was not in Mr. Springrove's naturegoing to church as he was,

tooto return anything but a civil answer to such civil questions, however his feelings might have been

biassed by late events. The conversation was continued on terms of greater friendliness.

'You must be feeling settled again by this time, Mr. Springrove, after the rough turnout you had on that

'Ay, but I don't know about feeling settled, either, Mr. Manston. The old window in the chimneycorner of

the old house I shall never forget. No window in the chimneycorner where I am now, and I had been used to

it for more than fifty years. Ted says 'tis a great loss to me, and he knows exactly what I feel.'

'Your son is again in a good situation, I believe?' said Manston, imitating that inquisitiveness into the private

'YesyesI mean intellectually steady. Intellectual wild oats will thrive in a soil of the strictest morality.'

'Of courseof course. Has he respectable lodgings? My own experience has shown me that that's a great

'Well, to be surestrange! A very dear friend of mine used to live at number fiftytwo in that very same

'Edward lives at number fortyninehow very near being the same house!' said the old farmer, pleased in

'Very,' said Manston. 'Well, I suppose we had better step along a little quicker, Mr. Springrove; the parson's

Edward received Owen's letter in due time, but on account of his daily engagements he could not attend to

any request till the clock had struck five in the afternoon. Rushing then from his office in Westminster, he

called a hansom and proceeded to Hoxton. A few minutes later he knocked at the door of number fortyone,

A tall man who would have looked extremely handsome had he not been clumsily and closely wrapped up in

garments that were much too elderly in style for his years, stood at the corner of the quiet square at the same

instant, having, too, alighted from a cab, that had been driven along Old Street in Edward's rear. He smiled

This brought out two peopleone at the door he had been knocking upon, the other from the next on the

Edward looked down the pavement in the direction pointed out by the woman, and saw a man approaching.

Edward was impatient, and to a certain extent still a countryman, who had not, after the manner of city men,

subdued the natural impulse to speak out the ruling thought without preface. He said in a quiet tone to the

stranger, 'One word with youdo you remember a lady lodger of yours of the name of Mrs. Manston?'

Mr. Brown half closed his eyes at Springrove, somewhat as if he were looking into a telescope at the wrong

'Never knew there was such a place in the world, sir; and as to lodgings, I have taken acres first and last

'I suppose there is some mistake,' Edward murmured, and turned away. He and Mr. Brown were now

opposite the door next to the one he had knocked at. The woman who was still standing there had heard the

'I expect it is the other Mr. Brown, who used to live there, that you want, sir,' she said. 'The Mr. Brown that

'He couldn't make a do of lodgingletting here, and at last he went to Cornwall, where he came from, and

where his brother still lived, who had often asked him to come home again. But there was little luck in the

change; for after London they say he couldn't stand the rainy west winds they get there, and he died in the

'That's unfortunate,' said Edward, going in. 'But perhaps you remember a Mrs. Manston living next door to

'O yes,' said the landlady, closing the door. 'The lady who was supposed to have met with such a horrible fate,

'Yes. Her husband came to ask if Mr. Brown was still living here just as you might. He seemed anxious

about it; and then one evening, a week or fortnight afterwards, when he came again to make further inquiries,

she was with him. But I did not speak to her she stood back, as if she were shy. I was interested, however,

for old Mr. Brown had told me all about her when he came back from the inquest.'

'No. You see she was only Mr. Brown's lodger for two or three weeks, and I didn't know she was living there

till she was near upon leaving againwe don't notice nextdoor people much here in London. I much

regretted I had not known her when I heard what had happened. It led me and Mr. Brown to talk about her a

'I don't exactly remember the daythough I remember a very beautiful dream I had that same nightah, I

shall never forget it! Shoals of lodgers coming along the square with angels' wings and bright golden

sovereigns in their hands wanting apartments at West End prices. They would not give any less; no, not if

'Yes. Did Mrs. Manston leave anything, such as papers, when she left these lodgings originally?' said

Edward, though his heart sank as he asked. He felt that he was outwitted. Manston and his wife had been

'I have always said "No" hitherto,' replied the woman, 'considering I could say no more if put upon my oath,

as I expected to be. But speaking in a common everyday way now the occurrence is past, I believe a few

things of some kind (though I doubt if they were papers) were left in a workbox she had, because she talked

about it to Mr. Brown, and was rather angry at what occurredyou see, she had a temper by all account, and

so I didn't like to remind the lady of this workbox when she came the other day with her husband.'

'Well, from what was casually dropped, I think Mrs. Manston had a few articles of furniture she didn't want,

and when she was leaving they were put in a sale just by. Amongst her things were two workboxes very

much alike. One of these she intended to sell, the other she didn't, and Mr. Brown, who collected the things

'O, nothing in particular, or of any valuesome accounts, and her usual sewing materials I thinknothing

more. She didn't take much trouble to get it backshe said the bills were worth nothing to her or anybody

else, but that she should have liked to keep the box because her husband gave it her when they were first

'Did Mrs. Manston, when she called recently with her husband, allude to this, or inquire for it, or did Mr.

'Noand I rather wondered at it. But she seemed to have forgotten itindeed, she didn't make any inquiry

at all, only standing behind him, listening to his; and he probably had never been told anything about it.'

'Who was the auctioneer? Mr. Halway. His place is the third turning from the end of that street you see there.

Edward went off to follow up his clue with a promptness which was dictated more by a dogged will to do his

utmost than by a hope of doing much. When he was out of sight, the tall and cloaked man, who had watched

him, came up to the woman's door, with an appearance of being in breathless haste.

'I think I can give him some information upon the subject. Does he pay pretty liberally?'

'That scale will do. I'm a poor man, and will see what my little contribution to his knowledge will fetch. But,

by the way, perhaps you told him all I knowwhere she lived before coming to live here?'

'I didn't know where she lived before coming here. O noI only said what Mr. Brown had told me. He

'I shall now about catch him at Mr. Halway's,' said the man, and went away as hastily as he had come.

Edward in the meantime had reached the auctionroom. He found some difficulty, on account of the inertness

of those whose only inducement to an action is a mere wish from another, in getting the information he stood

in need of, but it was at last accorded him. The auctioneer's book gave the name of Mrs. Higgins, 3 Canley

Thither Edward went, followed by the man. Four bell pulls, one above the other like waistcoatbuttons,

He found now that the sound proceeded from below the grating covering the basement window. He dropped

'Who did you woant?' said the voice the third time, with precisely the same languid inflection.

He pulled the third bell from the bottom, and was admitted by another child, the daughter of the woman he

was in search of. He gave the little thing sixpence, and asked for her mamma. The child led him upstairs.

Mrs. Higgins was the wife of a carpenter who from want of employment one winter had decided to marry.

Afterwards they both took to drink, and sank into desperate circumstances. A few chairs and a table were the

chief articles of furniture in the thirdfloor back room which they occupied. A roll of babylinen lay on the

floor; beside it a papclogged spoon and an overturned tin papcup. Against the wall a Dutch clock was

fixed out of level, and ticked wildly in longs and shorts, its entrails hanging down beneath its white face and

wiry hands, like the faeces of a Harpy ('foedissima ventris proluvies, uncaeque manus, et pallida semper ora').

A baby was crying against every chairleg, the whole family of six or seven being small enough to be

covered by a washingtub. Mrs. Higgins sat helpless, clothed in a dress which had hooks and eyes in plenty,

but never one opposite the other, thereby rendering the dress almost useless as a screen to the bosom. No

It was a depressing picture of married life among the very poor of a city. Only for one short hour in the whole

twentyfour did husband and wife taste genuine happiness. It was in the evening, when, after the sale of

some necessary article of furniture, they were under the influence of a quartern of gin.

Of all the ingenious and cruel satires that from the beginning till now have been stuck like knives into

womankind, surely there is not one so lacerating to them, and to us who love them, as the trite old fact, that

the most wretched of men can, in the twinkling of an eye, find a wife ready to be more wretched still for the

Mrs. Higgins had lately pawned the workbox with other useless articles of lumber, she said. Edward bought

In the back division of a musty shop, amid the heterogeneous collection of articles and odours invariably

crowding such places, he produced his ticket, and with a sense of satisfaction out of all proportion to the

probable worth of his acquisition, took the box and carried it off under his arm. He attempted to lift the cover

It was dusk when Springrove reached his lodging. Entering his small sittingroom, the front apartment on the

ground floor, he struck a light, and proceeded to learn if any scrap or mark within or upon his purchase

rendered it of moment to the business in hand. Breaking open the cover with a small chisel, and lifting the

He next discovered that a pocket or portfolio was formed on the underside of the cover. This he unfastened,

and slipping his hand within, found that it really contained some substance. First he pulled out about a dozen

tangled silk and cotton threads. Under them were a short household account, a dry mossrosebud, and an old

pair of cartedevisite photographs. One of these was a likeness of Mrs. Manston'Eunice' being written

He sat down dispirited. This was all the fruit of his tasknot a single letter, date, or address of any kind to

However, thinking he would send the fragments, such as they were, to Graye, in order to satisfy him that he

had done his best so far, he scribbled a line, and put all except the silk and cotton into an envelope. Looking

at his watch, he found it was then twenty minutes to seven; by affixing an extra stamp he would be enabled to

despatch them by that evening's post. He hastily directed the packet, and ran with it at once to the postoffice

On his return he took up the workbox again to examine it more leisurely. He then found there was also a

small cavity in the tray under the pincushion, which was movable by a bit of ribbon. Lifting this he

uncovered a flattened sprig of myrtle, and a small scrap of crumpled paper. The paper contained a verse or

two in a man's handwriting. He recognized it as Manston's, having seen notes and bills from him at his

father's house. The stanza was of a complimentary character, descriptive of the lady who was now Manston's

'Whoso for hours or lengthy days Shall catch her aspect's changeful rays, Then turn away, can none recall

Beyond a galaxy of all In hazy portraiture; Lit by the light of azure eyes Like summer days by summer skies:

Her sweet transitions seem to be A kind of pictured melody, And not a set contour. 'AE. M.'

To shake, pull, and ransack the box till he had almost destroyed it was now his natural action. But it

'Disappointed again,' he said, flinging down the box, the bit of paper, and the withered twig that had lain with

Yet valueless as the new acquisition was, on second thoughts he considered that it would be worth while to

make good the statement in his late note to Grayethat he had sent everything the box contained except the

sewingthread. Thereupon he enclosed the verse and myrtletwig in another envelope, with a remark that he

had overlooked them in his first search, and put it on the table for the next day's post.

In his hurry and concentration upon the matter that occupied him, Springrove, on entering his lodging and

obtaining a light, had not waited to pull down the blind or close the shutters. Consequently all that he had

done had been visible from the street. But as on an average not one person a minute passed along the quiet

pavement at this time of the evening, the discovery of the omission did not much concern his mind.

But the real state of the case was that a tall man had stood against the opposite wall and watched the whole of

his proceeding. When Edward came out and went to the Charing Cross postoffice, the man followed him

and saw him drop the letter into the box. The stranger did not further trouble himself to follow Springrove

Manston now knew that there had been photographs of some kind in his wife's workbox, and though he had

not been near enough to see them, he guessed whose they were. The least reflection told him to whom they

He paused a minute under the portico of the postoffice, looking at the two or three omnibuses stopping and

starting in front of him. Then he rushed along the Strand, through Holywell Street, and on to Old Boswell

Court. Kicking aside the shoeblacks who began to importune him as he passed under the colonnade, he turned

up the narrow passage to the publishingoffice of the PostOffice Directory. He begged to be allowed to see

The shopman immediately handed down the volume from a shelf, and Manston retired with it to the

windowbench. He turned to the county, and then to the parish of Tolchurch. At the end of the historical and

'PostmistressMrs. Hurston. Letters received at 6.3O A.M. by foot post from Anglebury.'

Returning his thanks, he handed back the book and quitted the office, thence pursuing his way to an obscure

coffeehouse by the Strand, where he now partook of a light dinner. But rest seemed impossible with him.

Some absorbing intention kept his body continually on the move. He paid his bill, took his bag in his hand,

and went out to idle about the streets and over the river till the time should have arrived at which the

nightmail left the Waterloo Station, by which train he intended to return homeward.

There exists, as it were, an outer chamber to the mind, in which, when a man is occupied centrally with the

most momentous question of his life, casual and trifling thoughts are just allowed to wander softly for an

interval, before being banished altogether. Thus, amid his concentration did Manston receive perceptions of

the individuals about him in the lively thoroughfare of the Strand; tall men looking insignificant; little men

looking great and profound; lost women of miserable repute looking as happy as the days are long; wives,

happy by assumption, looking careworn and miserable. Each and all were alike in this one respect, that they

followed a solitary trail like the inwoven threads which form a banner, and all were equally unconscious of

At ten o'clock he turned into Lancaster Place, crossed the river, and entered the railwaystation, where he

took his seat in the down mailtrain, which bore him, and Edward Springrove's letter to Graye, far away from

They entered Anglebury Station in the dead, still time of early morning, the clock over the bookingoffice

pointing to twentyfive minutes to three. Manston lingered on the platform and saw the mailbags brought

out, noticing, as a pertinent pastime, the many shabby blotches of wax from innumerable seals that had been

set upon their mouths. The guard took them into a fly, and was driven down the road to the postoffice.

It was a raw, damp, uncomfortable morning, though, as yet, little rain was falling. Manston drank a mouthful

from his flask and walked at once away from the station, pursuing his way through the gloom till he stood on

the side of the town adjoining, at a distance from the last house in the street of about two hundred yards.

The station road was also the turnpikeroad into the country, the first part of its course being across a heath.

Having surveyed the highway up and down to make sure of its bearing, Manston methodically set himself to

walk backwards and forwards a stone's throw in each direction. Although the spring was temperate, the time

of day, and the condition of suspense in which the steward found himself, caused a sensation of chilliness to

pervade his frame in spite of the overcoat he wore. The drizzling rain increased, and drops from the trees at

the wayside fell noisily upon the hard road beneath them, which reflected from its glassy surface the faint

Here he walked and lingered for two hours, without seeing or hearing a living soul. Then he heard the

markethouse clock strike five, and soon afterwards, quick hard footsteps smote upon the pavement of the

street leading towards him. They were those of the postman for the Tolchurch beat. He reached the bottom of

the street, gave his bags a final hitchup, stepped off the pavement, and struck out for the country with a

Manston then turned his back upon the town, and walked slowly on. In two minutes a flickering light shone

The newcomer was a short, stooping individual of above fiveand forty, laden on both sides with leather

bags large and small, and carrying a little lantern strapped to his breast, which cast a tiny patch of light upon

'A tryen mornen for travellers!' the postman cried, in a cheerful voice, without turning his head or slackening

'It is, indeed,' said Manston, stepping out abreast of him. 'You have a long walk every day.'

'Yesa long walkfor though the distance is only sixteen miles on the straightthat is, eight to the

furthest place and eight back, what with the ins and outs to the gentlemen's houses, it makes two

andtwenty for my legs. Twoandtwenty miles a day, how many a year? I used to reckon it, but I never do

now. I don't care to think o' my wear and tear, now it do begin to tell upon me.'

Thus the conversation was begun, and the postman proceeded to narrate the different strange events that

'Postman, I don't know what your custom is,' he said, after a while; 'but between you and me, I always carry a

drop of something warm in my pocket when I am out on such a morning as this. Try it.' He handed the bottle

'Ahit is certainly. But, thank God, I've been able to get on without it yet. You'll surely drink with me?'

'Really, 'tis a'most too early for that sort o' thinghowever, to oblige a friend, I don't object to the faintest

shadder of a drop.' The postman drank, and Manston did the same to a very slight degree. Five minutes later,

'Well done!' said the postman, beginning to feel its effect; 'but guide my soul, I be afraid 'twill hardly do!'

'Not unless 'tis well followed, like any other line you take up,' said Manston. 'Besides, there's a way of liking

'Ay, for some thimbleandbutton inanout fellers; but I could never get into the knack o' it; not I.'

'Well, you needn't be troubled; it isn't necessary for the higher class of mind to be religiousthey have so

'In fact, a man I know, who always had no other god but "Me;" and devoutly loved his neighbour's wife, says

'Well, to be sure! However, believing in God is a mistake made by very few people, after all.'

'Not one Christian in our parish would walk half a mile in a rain like this to know whether the Scripture had

'Ah, you may depend upon it they'll do away wi' Goddymity altogether afore long, although we've had him

'And I suppose the Queen 'ill be done away wi' then. A pretty concern that'll be! Nobody's head to put on your

letters; and then your honest man who do pay his penny will never be known from your scamp who don't. O,

The drinking was repeated. The postman grew livelier as he went on, and at length favoured the steward with

'He flung his mallet against the wall, Said, "The Lord make churches and chapels to fall, And there'll be work

'You understand, friend,' the postman added, 'I was originally a mason by trade: no offence to you if you be a

The rain now came down heavily, but they pursued their path with alacrity, the produce of the several fields

between which the lane wound its way being indicated by the peculiar character of the sound emitted by the

falling drops. Sometimes a soaking hiss proclaimed that they were passing by a pasture, then a patter would

show that the rain fell upon some largeleafed root crop, then a paddling plash announced the naked arable,

the low sound of the wind in their ears rising and falling with each pace they took.

Besides the small private bags of the county families, which were all locked, the postman bore the large

general budget for the remaining inhabitants along his beat. At each village or hamlet they came to, the

postman searched for the packet of letters destined for that place, and thrust it into an ordinary letterhole cut

in the door of the receiver's cottagethe village postoffices being mostly kept by old women who had not

yet risen, though lights moving in other cottage windows showed that such people as carters, woodmen, and

The postman had by this time become markedly unsteady, but he still continued to be too conscious of his

duties to suffer the steward to search the bag. Manston was perplexed, and at lonely points in the road cast his

eyes keenly upon the short bowed figure of the man trotting through the mud by his side, as if he were half

It frequently happened that the houses of farmers, clergymen, etc., lay a short distance up or down a lane or

path branching from the direct track of the postman's journey. To save time and distance, at the point of

junction of some of these paths with the main road, the gatepost was hollowed out to form a letterbox, in

which the postman deposited his missives in the morning, looking in the box again in the evening to collect

those placed there for the return post. Tolchurch Vicarage and Farmstead, lying back from the village street,

were served on this principle. This fact the steward now learnt by conversing with the postman, and the

discovery relieved Manston greatly, making his intentions much clearer to himself than they had been in the

They had reached the outskirts of the village. Manston insisted upon the flask being emptied before they

proceeded further. This was done, and they approached the church, the vicarage, and the farmhouse in which

The postman paused, fumbled in his bag, took out by the light of his lantern some halfdozen letters, and

'Well done! If I baint so weak that I can't see the cloudsmuch less letters. Guide my soul, if so be anybody

should tell the Queen's postmastergeneral of me! The whole story will have to go through Parliament

House, and I shall be hightreasonedas safe as housesand be fined, and who'll pay for a poor martel! O,

'He pay a b'lieve! why should he when he didn't drink the drink? He pay a b'lieve! D'ye think the man's a

'Well, well, I had no intention of hurting your feelingsbut how was I to know you were so sensitive?'

'Trueyou were not to know I was so sensitive. Here's a caddle wi' these letters! Guide my soul, what will

'These, for the village, to be carried on into it: any for the vicarage or vicarage farm must be left in the box of

the gatepost just here. There's none for the vicaragehouse this mornen, but I saw when I started there was

The letterbox was scooped in an oak gatepost about a foot square. There was no slit for inserting the

letters, by reason of the opportunity such a lonely spot would have afforded mischievous peasantboys of

doing damage had such been the case; but at the side was a small iron door, kept close by an iron reversible

strap locked across it. One side of this strap was painted black, the other white, and white or black outwards

The postman had taken the key from his pocket and was attempting to insert it in the keyhole of the box. He

'Let me unlock it,' said Manston, taking the key from the postman. He opened the box and reached out with

'No, no. O nono,' the postman said. 'As one ofMajesty's servantscareMajesty's mailsdutyput

lettersown hands.' He slowly and solemnly placed the letter in the small cavity.

The steward placed the bar across, with the black side outwards, signifying 'empty,' and turned the key.

'And dropped the key in the mud, so that I can't alter it,' said the steward, letting something fall.

They both went searching in the mud, which their own trampling had reduced to the consistency of pap, the

postman unstrapping his little lantern from his breast, and thrusting it about, close to the ground, the rain still

drizzling down, and the dawn so tardy on account of the heavy clouds that daylight seemed delayed

indefinitely. The rays of the lantern were rendered individually visible upon the thick mist, and seemed

almost tangible as they passed off into it, after illuminating the faces and knees of the two stooping figures

dripping with wet; the postman's cape and private bags, and the steward's valise, glistening as if they had

'I'm afraid we shan't find it by this light,' said the steward at length, washing his muddy fingers in the wet

'I'll tell you what we had better do,' said Manston. 'I shall be back this way in an hour or so, and since it was

all my fault, I'll look again, and shall be sure to find it in the daylight. And I'll hide the key here for you.' He

pointed to a spot behind the post. 'It will be too late to turn the index then, as the people will have been here,

so that the box had better stay as it is. The letter will only be delayed a day, and that will not be noticed; if it

is, you can say you placed the iron the wrong way without knowing it, and all will be well.'

This was agreed to by the postman as the best thing to be done under the circumstances, and the pair went on.

They had passed the village and come to a crossroad, when the steward, telling his companion that their paths

No sooner was the postman out of sight and hearing than Manston stalked back to the vicarage letterbox by

keeping inside a fence, and thus avoiding the village; arrived here, he took the key from his pocket, where it

had been concealed all the time, and abstracted Owen's letter. This done, he turned towards home, by the help

of what he carried in his valise adjusting himself to his ordinary appearance as he neared the quarter in which

Seated in his private office he wetted the flap of the stolen letter, and waited patiently till the adhesive gum

could be loosened. He took out Edward's note, the accounts, the rosebud, and the photographs, regarding

The note, the accounts, the rosebud, and his own photograph, he restored to their places again. The other

photograph he took between his finger and thumb, and held it towards the bars of the grate. There he held it

Suddenly, impregnated with a bright idea, he jumped up and left the office for the front parlour. Taking up an

album of portraits, which lay on the table, he searched for three or four likenesses of the lady who had so

lately displaced Cytherea, which were interspersed among the rest of the collection, and carefully regarded

them. They were taken in different attitudes and styles, and he compared each singly with that he held in his

hand. One of them, the one most resembling that abstracted from the letter in general tone, size, and attitude,

Pouring some water into a plate, he set the two portraits afloat upon it, and sitting down tried to read.

At the end of a quarter of an hour, after several ineffectual attempts, he found that each photograph would

peel from the card on which it was mounted. This done, he threw into the fire the original likeness and the

recent card, stuck upon the original card the recent likeness from the album, dried it before the fire, and

The result he had obtained, then, was this: in the envelope were now two photographs, both having the same

photographer's name on the back and consecutive numbers attached. At the bottom of the one which showed

his own likeness, his own name was written down; on the other his wife's name was written; whilst the

central feature, and whole matter to which this latter card and writing referred, the likeness of a lady mounted

Mrs. Manston entered the room, and begged him to come to breakfast. He followed her and they sat down.

During the meal he told her what he had done, with scrupulous regard to every detail, and showed her the

The envelope was again fastened up as before, and Manston put it in his pocket and went out. Shortly

afterwards he was seen, on horseback, riding in a direction towards Tolchurch. Keeping to the fields, as well

as he could, for the greater part of the way, he dropped into the road by the vicarage letterbox, and looking

carefully about, to ascertain that no person was near, he restored the letter to its nook, placed the key in its

hidingplace, as he had promised the postman, and again rode homewards by a roundabout way,

The letter was brought to Owen Graye, the same afternoon, by one of the vicar's servants who had been to the

box with a duplicate key, as usual, to leave letters for the evening post. The man found that the index had told

falsely that morning for the first time within his recollection; but no particular attention was paid to the

mistake, as it was considered. The contents of the envelope were scrutinized by Owen and flung aside as

The next morning brought Springrove's second letter, the existence of which was unknown to Manston. The

sight of Edward's handwriting again raised the expectations of brother and sister, till Owen had opened the

'Nothing that's of the slightest use, after all,' he said to her; 'we are as far as ever from the merest shadow of

legal proof that would convict him of what I am morally certain he did, marry you, suspecting, if not

'An old amatory verse in Manston's writing. Fancy,' he said bitterly, 'this is the strain he addressed her in

'Whoso for hours or lengthy days Shall catch her aspect's changeful rays, Then turn away, can none recall

Beyond a galaxy of all In hazy portraiture; Lit by the light of azure eyes Like summer days by summer skies:

Her sweet transitions seem to be A kind of pictured melody, And not a set contour. 'AE. M.'

A strange expression had overspread Cytherea's countenance. It rapidly increased to the most deathlike

anguish. She flung down the paper, seized Owen's hand tremblingly, and covered her face.

'They might be either in this photograph,' said Owen, looking at the card bearing Mrs. Manston's name.

'Blue eyes would scarcely photograph so deep in tone as that,' said Cytherea. 'No, they seem black here,

'But could he? Say a man in love may forget his own name, but not that he forgets the colour of his mistress's

eyes. Besides she would have seen the mistake when she read them, and have had it corrected.'

'That's true, she would,' mused Owen. 'Then, Cytherea, it comes to thisyou must have been misinformed

'But look at this, Cytherea. If it is clear to us that the woman had blue eyes two years ago, she MUST have

blue eyes now, whatever Mrs. Morris or anybody else may fancy. Any one would think that Manston could

'By changing the woman herself,' she exclaimed. 'Owen, don't you see the horridwhat I dread?that the

woman he lives with is not Mrs. Manstonthat she was burnt after alland that I am HIS WIFE!'

She tried to support a stoicism under the weight of this new trouble, but no! The unexpected revulsion of

Before reflecting any further upon the subject Graye led her upstairs and got her to lie down. Then he went to

the window and stared out of it up the lane, vainly endeavouring to come to some conclusion upon the

fantastic enigma that confronted him. Cytherea's new view seemed incredible, yet it had such a hold upon her

that it would be necessary to clear it away by positive proof before contemplation of her fear should have

'Cytherea,' he said, 'this will not do. You must stay here alone all the afternoon whilst I go to Carriford. I shall

'Soon, then, not directly.' He saw her subtle reasoningthat it was folly to be wise.

Reflection still convinced him that good would come of persevering in his intention and dispelling his sister's

idle fears. Anything was better than this absurd doubt in her mind. But he resolved to wait till Sunday, the

first day on which he might reckon upon seeing Mrs. Manston without suspicion. In the meantime he wrote to

Edward Springrove, requesting him to go again to Mrs. Manston's former lodgings.

Sunday morning had come, and Owen was trudging over the six miles of hill and dale that lay between

Edward Springrove's answer to the last letter, after expressing his amazement at the strange contradiction

between the verses and Mrs. Morris's letter, had been to the effect that he had again visited the neighbour of

the dead Mr. Brown, and had received as near a description of Mrs. Manston as it was possible to get at

second hand, and by hearsay. She was a tall woman, wide at the shoulders, and fullchested, and she had a

straight and rather large nose. The colour of her eyes the informant did not know, for she had only seen the

lady in the street as she went in or out. This confusing remark was added. The woman had almost recognized

Mrs. Manston when she had called with her husband lately, but she had kept her veil down. Her residence,

before she came to Hoxton, was quite unknown to this nextdoor neighbour, and Edward could get no

Owen reached the churchdoor a few minutes before the bells began chiming. Nobody was yet in the church,

and he walked round the aisles. From Cytherea's frequent description of how and where herself and others

used to sit, he knew where to look for Manston's seat; and after two or three errors of examination he took up

a prayerbook in which was written 'Eunice Manston.' The book was nearly new, and the date of the writing

about a month earlier. One point was at any rate established: that the woman living with Manston was

The quiet villagers of Carriford required no pewopener in their place of worship: natives and indwellers

had their own seats, and strangers sat where they could. Graye took a seat in the nave, on the north side, close

behind a pillar dividing it from the north aisle, which was completely allotted to Miss Aldclyffe, her farmers,

and her retainers, Manston's pew being in the midst of them. Owen's position on the other side of the passage

was a little in advance of Manston's seat, and so situated that by leaning forward he could look directly into

the face of any person sitting there, though, if he sat upright, he was wholly hidden from such a one by the

Aiming to keep his presence unknown to Manston if possible, Owen sat, without once turning his head,

during the entrance of the congregation. A rustling of silk round by the north passage and into Manston's seat,

told him that some woman had entered there, and as it seemed from the accompaniment of heavier footsteps,

Immediately upon rising up, he looked intently in that direction, and saw a lady standing at the end of the seat

nearest himself. Portions of Manston's figure appeared on the other side of her. In two glances Graye read

She was easily recognizable from the photograph but nothing could be discerned of the colour of her eyes.

With a preoccupied mind he withdrew into his nook, and heard the service continuedonly conscious of the

fact that in opposition to the suspicion which one odd circumstance had bred in his sister concerning this

woman, all ostensible and ordinary proofs and probabilities tended to the opposite conclusion. There sat the

genuine original of the portraitcould he wish for more? Cytherea wished for more. Eunice Manston's eyes

Unskilled labour wastes in beating against the bars ten times the energy exerted by the practised hand in the

effective direction. Owen felt this to be the case in his own and Edward's attempts to follow up the clue

afforded them. Think as he might, he could not think of a crucial test in the matter absorbing him, which

should possess the indispensable attributea capability of being applied privately; that in the event of its

proving the lady to be the rightful owner of the name she used, he might recede without obloquy from an

But to see Mrs. Manston's eyes from where he sat was impossible, and he could do nothing in the shape of a

direct examination at present. Miss Aldclyffe had possibly recognized him, but Manston had not, and feeling

that it was indispensable to keep the purport of his visit a secret from the steward, he thought it would be as

well, too, to keep his presence in the village a secret from him; at any rate, till the day was over.

At the first opening of the doors, Graye left the church and wandered away into the fields to ponder on

another scheme. He could not call on Farmer Springrove, as he had intended, until this matter was set at rest.

This time had nearly expired before Owen had struck out any method of proceeding, or could decide to run

the risk of calling at the Old House and asking to see Mrs. Manston pointblank. But he had drawn near the

place, and was standing still in the public path, from which a partial view of the front of the building could be

obtained, when the bells began chiming for afternoon service. Whilst Graye paused, two persons came from

the front door of the halfhidden dwelling whom he presently saw to be Manston and his wife. Manston was

wearing his old gardenhat, and carried one of the monthly magazines under his arm. Immediately they had

passed the gateway he branched off and went over the hill in a direction away from the church, evidently

intending to ramble along, and read as the humour moved him. The lady meanwhile turned in the other

Owen resolved to make something of this opportunity. He hurried along towards the church, doubled round a

sharp angle, and came back upon the other path, by which Mrs. Manston must arrive.

In about three minutes she appeared in sight without a veil. He discovered, as she drew nearer, a difficulty

which had not struck him at firstthat it is not an easy matter to particularize the colour of a stranger's eyes

in a merely casual encounter on a path out of doors. That Mrs. Manston must be brought close to him, and not

He shaped a plan. It might by chance be effectual; if otherwise, it would not reveal his intention to her. When

Owen put on a blank look: he held his hand to his earconveying to the lady the idea that he was deaf.

Owen flushed a little. He fancied he had beheld the revelation he was in search of. But had his eyes deceived

Once more he used the ruse, still drawing nearer and intimating by a glance that the trouble he gave her was

She had advanced her face to within a foot of his own, and in speaking mouthed very emphatically, fixing her

eyes intently upon his. And now his first suspicion was indubitably confirmed. Her eyes were as black as

All this feigning was most distasteful to Graye. The riddle having been solved, he unconsciously assumed his

natural look before she had withdrawn her face. She found him to be peering at her as if he would read her

very soulexpressing with his eyes the notification of which, apart from emotion, the eyes are more capable

Her face changed its expressionthen its colour. The natural tint of the lighter portions sank to an ashy gray;

the pink of her cheeks grew purpler. It was the precise result which would remain after blood had left the face

of one whose skin was dark, and artificially coated with pearlpowder and carmine.

She turned her head and moved away, murmuring a hasty reply to Owen's farewell remark of 'Goodday,'

and with a kind of nervous twitch lifting her hand and smoothing her hair, which was of a lightbrown

'She wears false hair,' he thought, 'or has changed its colour artificially. Her true hair matched her eyes.'

And now, in spite of what Mr. Brown's neighbours had said about nearly recognizing Mrs. Manston on her

recent visitwhich might have meant anything or nothing; in spite of the photograph, and in spite of his

previous incredulity; in consequence of the verse, of her silence and backwardness at the visit to Hoxton with

Manston, and of her appearance and distress at the present moment, Graye had a conviction that the woman

What could be Manston's reason for such an astounding trick he could by no stretch of imagination divine.

He changed his direction as soon as the woman was out of sight, and plodded along the lanes homeward to

One new idea was suggested to him by his desire to allay Cytherea's dread of being claimed, and by the

difficulty of believing that the first Mrs. Manston lost her life as supposed, notwithstanding the inquest and

verdict. Was it possible that the real Mrs. Manston, who was known to be a Philadelphian by birth, had

returned by the train to London, as the porter had said, and then left the country under an assumed name, to

escape that worst kind of widowhoodthe misery of being wedded to a fickle, faithless, and truant husband?

In her complicated distress at the news brought by her brother, Cytherea's thoughts at length reverted to her

friend, the Rector of Carriford. She told Owen of Mr. Raunham's warmhearted behaviour towards herself,

'He is not only a good, but a sensible man. We seem to want an old head on our side.'

'And he is a magistrate,' said Owen in a tone of concurrence. He thought, too, that no harm could come of

confiding in the rector, but there was a difficulty in bringing about the confidence. He wished that his sister

and himself might both be present at an interview with Mr. Raunham, yet it would be unwise for them to call

No sooner was the thought born than it was carried out. They wrote to him at once, asking him to have the

goodness to give them some advice they sadly needed, and begging that he would accept their assurance that

there was a real justification for the additional request they madethat instead of their calling upon him, he

Two evenings later, to the total disarrangement of his dinnerhour, Mr. Raunham appeared at Owen's door.

His arrival was hailed with genuine gratitude. The horse was tied to the palings, and the rector ushered

Then Graye told him the whole story, reminding him that their first suspicions had been of a totally different

nature, and that in endeavouring to obtain proof of their truth they had stumbled upon marks which had

surprised them into these new uncertainties, thrice as marvellous as the first, yet more prominent.

Cytherea's heart was so full of anxiety that it superinduced a manner of confidence which was a deathblow

'It is a serious charge,' he said, as a sort of original twig on which his thoughts might precipitate themselves.

'Assuming for a moment that such a substitution was rendered an easy matter by fortuitous events,' he

continued, 'there is this consideration to be placed beside itwhat earthly motive can Mr. Manston have had

which would be sufficiently powerful to lead him to run such a very great risk? The most abandoned roue

could not, at that particular crisis, have taken such a reckless step for the mere pleasure of a new companion.'

'Unfortunately for us,' the rector resumed, 'no more evidence is to be obtained from the porter, Chinney. I

suppose you know what became of him? He got to Liverpool and embarked, intending to work his way to

America, but on the passage he fell overboard and was drowned. But there is no doubt of the truth of his

confessionin fact, his conduct tends to prove it trueand no moral doubt of the fact that the real Mrs.

Manston left here to go back by that morning's train. This being the case, then, why, if this woman is not she,

did she take no notice of the advertisementI mean not necessarily a friendly notice, but from the

information it afforded her have rendered it impossible that she should be personified without her own

'I think that argument is overthrown,' Graye said, 'by my earliest assumption of her hatred of him, weariness

of the chain which bound her to him, and a resolve to begin the world anew. Let's suppose she has married

'You've hit the only genuine possibility,' said Mr. Raunham, tapping his finger upon his knee. 'That would

decidedly dispose of the second difficulty. But his motive would be as mysterious as ever.'

Cytherea's pictured dreads would not allow her mind to follow their conversation. 'She's burnt,' she said. 'O

'I don't think we can seriously believe that now, after what has happened,' said the rector.

Still straining her thought towards the worst, 'Then, perhaps, the first Mrs. Manston was not his wife,' she

'They were married safely enough,' said Owen. 'There is abundance of circumstantial evidence to prove that.'

'Upon the whole,' said Mr. Raunham, 'I should advise your asking in a straightforward way for legal proof

from the steward that the present woman is really his original wifea thing which, to my mind, you should

have done at the outset.' He turned to Cytherea kindly, and asked her what made her give up her husband so

She could not tell the rector of her aversion to Manston, and of her unquenched love for Edward.

'Your terrified state no doubt,' he said, answering for her, in the manner of those accustomed to the pulpit.

'But into such a solemn compact as marriage, allimportant considerations, both legally and morally, enter; it

was your duty to have seen everything clearly proved. Doubtless Mr. Manston is prepared with proofs, but as

it concerns nobody but yourself that her identity should be publicly established (and by your absenteeism you

act as if you were satisfied) he has not troubled to exhibit them. Nobody else has taken the trouble to prove

what does not affect them in the least that's the way of the world always. You, who should have required

The same explanationher want of love for Manstonapplied here too, but she shunned the revelation.

'But never mind,' added the rector, 'it was all the greater credit to your womanhood, perhaps. I say, then, get

your brother to write a line to Mr. Manston, saying you wish to be satisfied that all is legally clear (in case

you should want to marry again, for instance), and I have no doubt that you will be. Or, if you would rather,

'O no, sir, no,' pleaded Cytherea, beginning to blanch, and breathing quickly. 'Please don't say anything. Let

me live here with Owen. I am so afraid it will turn out that I shall have to go to Knapwater and be his wife,

and I don't want to go. Do conceal what we have told you. Let him continue his deceptionit is much the

Mr. Raunham at length divined that her love for Manston, if it had ever existed, had transmuted itself into a

'At any rate,' he said, as he took his leave and mounted his mare, 'I will see about it. Rest content, Miss

'Nodon't do your duty!' She looked up at him through the gloom, illuminating her own face and eyes with

'I will consider, then,' said Mr. Raunham, sensibly moved. He turned his horse's head, bade them a warm

The rector of Carriford trotted homewards under the cold and clear March sky, its countless stars fluttering

like bright birds. He was unconscious of the scene. Recovering from the effect of Cytherea's voice and glance

The suspicions of Cytherea and Owen were honest, and had foundation that he must own. Was hea

clergyman, magistrate, and conscientious manjustified in yielding to Cytherea's importunities to keep

silence, because she dreaded the possibility of a return to Manston? Was she wise in her request? Holding her

present belief, and with no definite evidence either way, she could, for one thing, never conscientiously marry

any one else. Suppose that Cytherea were Manston's wifei.e., that the first wife was really burnt? The

adultery of Manston would be proved, and, Mr. Raunham thought, cruelty sufficient to bring the case within

the meaning of the statute. Suppose the new woman was, as stated, Mr. Manston's restored wife? Cytherea

was perfectly safe as a single woman whose marriage had been void. And if it turned out that, though this

woman was not Manston's wife, his wife was still living, as Owen had suggested, in America or elsewhere,

The first supposition opened up the worst contingency. Was she really safe as Manston's wife? Doubtful. But,

however that might be, the gentle, defenceless girl, whom it seemed nobody's business to help or defend,

should be put in a track to proceed against this man. She had but one life, and the superciliousness with which

all the world now regarded her should be compensated in some measure by the man whose carelessnessto

Mr. Raunham felt more and more positively that his duty must be done. An inquiry must be made into the

matter. Immediately on reaching home, he sat down and wrote a plain and friendly letter to Mr. Manston, and

despatched it at once to him by hand. Then he flung himself back in his chair, and went on with his

meditation. Was there anything in the suspicion? There could be nothing, surely. Nothing is done by a clever

man without a motive, and what conceivable motive could Manston have for such abnormal conduct?

Corinthian that he might be, who had preyed on virginity like St. George's dragon, he would never have been

absurd enough to venture on such a course for the possession alone of the womanthere was no reason for

On the other hand, it seemed rather odd, when he analyzed the action, that a woman who deliberately hid

herself from her husband for more than a twelvemonth should be brought back by a mere advertisement. In

fact, the whole business had worked almost too smoothly and effectually for unpremeditated sequence. It was

too much like the indiscriminate righting of everything at the end of an old play. And there was that curious

business of the keys and watch. Her way of accounting for their being left behind by forgetfulness had always

seemed to him rather forced. The only unforced explanation was that suggested by the newspaper writers

that she left them behind on purpose to blind people as to her escape, a motive which would have clashed

with the possibility of her being fished back by an advertisement, as the present woman had been. Again,

there were the two charred bones. He shuffled the books and papers in his study, and walked about the room,

Edward came so impatiently into the room, as to show that the few short moments his announcement had

occupied had been irksome to him. He stood in the doorway with the same black bag in his hand, and the

same old gray cloak on his shoulders, that he had worn fifteen months earlier when returning on the night of

the fire. This appearance of his conveyed a true impression; he had become a stagnant man. But he was

'I have this moment come from London,' he said, as the door was closed behind him.

The prophetic insight, which so strangely accompanies critical experiences, prompted Mr. Raunham's reply.

'Only suggest it, remember. But my assumption fits so perfectly with the facts that have been secretly

There was in Edward's bearing that entire unconsciousness of himself which, natural to wild animals, only

prevails in a sensitive man at moments of extreme intentness. The rector saw that he had no trivial story to

'Sit down,' said Mr. Raunham. 'My mind has been on the stretch all the evening to form the slightest guess at

such an object, and all to no purposeentirely to no purpose. Have you said anything to Owen Graye?'

'Nothingnor to anybody. I could not trust to the effect a letter might have upon yourself, either; the

Whilst Springrove had been speaking the two had sat down together. The conversation, hitherto distinct to

every corner of the room, was carried on now in tones so low as to be scarcely audible to the interlocutors,

and in phrases which hesitated to complete themselves. Threequarters of an hour passed. Then Edward

arose, came out of the rector's study and again flung his cloak around him. Instead of going thence

homeward, he went first to the Carriford Road Station with a telegram, having despatched which he

proceeded to his father's house for the first time since his arrival in the village.

The next presentation is the interior of the Old House on the evening of the preceding section. The steward

was sitting by his parlour fire, and had been reading the letter arrived from the rectory. Opposite to him sat

'Things are looking desperate with us,' he said gloomily. His gloom was not that of the hypochondriac, but

the legitimate gloom which has its origin in a syllogism. As he uttered the words he handed the letter to her.

'I almost expected some such news as this,' she replied, in a tone of much greater indifference. 'I knew

suspicion lurked in the eyes of that young man who stared at me so in the church path: I could have sworn it.'

Manston did not answer for some time. His face was worn and haggard; latterly his head had not been carried

so uprightly as of old. 'If they prove you to bewho you are. . . . Yes, if they do,' he murmured.

'They must not find that out,' she said, in a positive voice, and looking at him. 'But supposing they do, the

trick does not seem to me to be so serious as to justify that wretched, miserable, horrible look of yours. It

He did not reply, and she continued, 'If they say and prove that Eunice is indeed livingand dear, you know

This remark seemed to awaken and irritate him to speech. Again, as he had done a hundred times during their

residence together, he categorized the events connected with the fire at the Three Tranters. He dwelt on every

incident of that night's history, and endeavoured, with an anxiety which was extraordinary in the apparent

circumstances, to prove that his wife must, by the very nature of things, have perished in the flames. She

arose from her seat, crossed the hearthrug, and set herself to soothe him; then she whispered that she was still

as unbelieving as ever. 'Come, supposing she escapedjust supposing she escapedwhere is she?' coaxed

'Witty cruelty is the cruellest of any. Ah, wellif she is in England, she will come back.'

'No, she won't. . . . Come, madam,' he said, arousing himself, 'I shall not answer any more questions.'

'Now to please me, admit the bare possibility of her being alive just the possibility.'

'O yesto please you I will admit that,' he said quickly. 'Yes, I admit the possibility of her being alive, to

She looked at him in utter perplexity. The words could only have been said in jest, and yet they seemed to

savour of a tone the furthest remove from jesting. There was his face plain to her eyes, but no information of

'It is only natural that I should be curious,' she murmured pettishly, 'if I resemble her as much as you say I do.'

'You are handsomer,' he said, 'though you are about her own height and size. But don't worry yourself. You

must know that you are body and soul united with me, though you are but my housekeeper.'

She bridled a little at the remark. 'Wife,' she said, 'most certainly wife, since you cannot dismiss me without

'Don't riddle to me about mistakenly and such dark things. Now what was your motive, dearest, in running

'She thanks you much for the compliment, but will not take it. Come, what was your motive?'

'No, no; not my wit. Wit would have made a wife of me by this time instead of what I am.'

'But I cannot help seeing and hearing, and if what people say is true, I am not nearly so goodlooking as

The aspect of Manston's face at these words from her was so confirmatory of her hint, that his forced reply of

'Mere liking or love for me,' she resumed, 'would not have sprung up all of a sudden, as your pretended

passion did. You had been to London several times between the time of the fire and your marriage with

Cythereayou had never visited me or thought of my existence or cared that I was out of a situation and

poor. But the week after you married her and were separated from her, off you rush to make love to menot

'Yes, you told me so yourselfthat you went first to the only lodging in which your wife had been known as

Mrs. Manston, and when you found that the lodginghousekeeper had gone away and died, and that nobody

else in the street had any definite ideas as to your wife's personal appearance, and came and proposed the

arrangement we carried outthat I should personate her. Your taking all this trouble shows that something

'Humbugwhat trouble after all did I take? When I found Cytherea would not stay with me after the

'And those favouring accidents you mentionthat nobody knew my first wifeseemed an arrangement of

Providence for our mutual benefit, and merely perfected a halfformed impulsethat I should call you my

first wife to escape the scandal that would have arisen if you had come here as anything else.'

'My love, that story won't do. If Mrs. Manston was burnt, Cytherea, whom you love better than me, could

have been compelled to live with you as your lawful wife. If she was not burnt, why should you run the risk

of her turning up again at any moment and exposing your substitution of me, and ruining your name and

'Whybecause I might have loved you well enough to run the risk (assuming her not to be burnt, which I

'Noyou would have run the risk the other way. You would rather have risked her finding you with

Cytherea as a second wife, than with me as a personator of herselfthe first one.'

'Not so very easy either, considering the labour you took to teach me your first wife's history. All about how

she was a native of Philadelphia. Then making me read up the guidebook to Philadelphia, and details of

American life and manners, in case the birthplace and history of your wife, Eunice, should ever become

known in this neighbourhoodunlikely as it was. Ah! and then about the handwriting of hers that I had to

imitate, and the dying my hair, and rouging, to make the transformation complete? You mean to say that that

was taking less trouble than there would have been in arranging events to make Cytherea believe herself your

'You were a needy adventuress, who would dare anything for a new pleasure and an easy lifeand I was fool

'Good heavens above!did I ask you to insert those advertisements for your old wife, and to make me

answer it as if I was she? Did I ask you to send me the letter for me to copy and send back to you when the

third advertisement appearedpurporting to come from the longlost wife, and giving a detailed history of

her escape and subsequent lifeall which you had invented yourself? You deluded me into loving you, and

then enticed me here! Ah, and this is another thing. How did you know the real wife wouldn't answer it, and

'Why didn't you force Cytherea to come back, then? Now, my love, I have caught you, and you may just as

well tell first as last, WHAT WAS YOUR MOTIVE IN HAVING ME HERE AS YOUR FIRST WIFE?'

She was silent for the space of two minutes, and then persisted in going on to mutter, 'And why was it that

Miss Aldclyffe allowed her favourite young lady, Cythie, to be overthrown and supplanted without an

expostulation or any show of sympathy? Do you know I often think you exercise a secret power over Miss

Aldclyffe. And she always shuns me as if I shared the power. A poor, illused creature like me sharing

'Yes it would,' he exclaimed impatiently. 'I wish I was dead dead!' He had jumped up from his seat in

uttering the words, and now walked wearily to the end of the room. Coming back more decisively, he looked

'We must leave this place if Raunham suspects what I think he does,' he said. 'The request of Cytherea and

her brother may simply be for a satisfactory proof, to make her feel legally freebut it may mean more.'

'Well, well, never mind, old boy,' she said, approaching him to make up the quarrel. 'Don't be so

alarmedanybody would think that you were the woman and I the man. Suppose they do find out what I

am we can go away from here and keep house as usual. People will say of you, "His first wife was burnt to

death" (or "ran away to the Colonies," as the case may be); "He married a second, and deserted her for Anne

He made an impatient movement. 'Whichever way we do it, NOBODY MUST KNOW THAT YOU ARE

Manston then retired to his office, and shut himself up for the remainder of the evening.

Next morning the steward went out as usual. He shortly told his companion, Anne, that he had almost

matured their scheme, and that they would enter upon the details of it when he came home at night. The

fortunate fact that the rector's letter did not require an immediate answer would give him time to consider.

Anne Seaway then began her duties in the house. Besides daily superintending the cook and housemaid one

of these duties was, at rare intervals, to dust Manston's office with her own hands, a servant being supposed

to disturb the books and papers unnecessarily. She softly wandered from table to shelf with the duster in her

hand, afterwards standing in the middle of the room, and glancing around to discover if any noteworthy

Her eye fell upon a faint layer which rested upon the ledge of an oldfashioned chestnut cabinet of French

Renaissance workmanship, placed in a recess by the fireplace. At a height of about four feet from the floor

the upper portion of the front receded, forming the ledge alluded to, on which opened at each end two small

doors, the centre space between them being filled out by a panel of similar size, making the third of three

squares. The dust on the ledge was nearly on a level with the woman's eye, and, though insignificant in

quantity, showed itself distinctly on account of this obliquity of vision. Now opposite the central panel,

concentric quartercircles were traced in the deposited film, expressing to her that this panel, too, was a door

like the others; that it had lately been opened, and had skimmed the dust with its lower edge.

At last, then, her curiosity was slightly rewarded. For the right of the matter was that Anne had been incited

to this exploration of Manston's office rather by a wish to know the reason of his long seclusion here, after

the arrival of the rector's letter, and their subsequent discourse, than by any immediate desire for cleanliness.

Still, there would have been nothing remarkable to Anne in this sight but for one recollection. Manston had

once casually told her that each of the two sidelockers included half the middle space, the panel of which

did not open, and was only put in for symmetry. It was possible that he had opened this compartment by

candlelight the preceding night, or he would have seen the marks in the dust, and effaced them, that he might

not be proved guilty of telling her an untruth. She balanced herself on one foot and stood pondering. She

considered that it was very vexing and unfair in him to refuse her all knowledge of his remaining secrets,

under the peculiar circumstances of her connection with him. She went close to the cabinet. As there was no

keyhole, the door must be capable of being opened by the unassisted hand. The circles in the dust told her at

which edge to apply her force. Here she pulled with the tips of her fingers, but the panel would not come

forward. She fetched a chair and looked over the top of the cabinet, but no bolt, knob, or spring was to be

'O, never mind,' she said, with indifference; 'I'll ask him about it, and he will tell me.' Down she came and

turned away. Then looking back again she thought it was absurd such a trifle should puzzle her. She retraced

her steps, and opened a drawer beneath the ledge of the cabinet, pushing in her hand and feeling about on the

Here she found a small round sinking, and pressed her finger into it. Nothing came of the pressure. She

withdrew her hand and looked at the tip of her finger: it was marked with the impress of the circle, and, in

'How stupid of me; it is the head of a screw.' Whatever mysterious contrivance had originally existed for

opening the puny cupboard of the cabinet, it had at some time been broken, and this rough substitute

provided. Stimulated curiosity would not allow her to recede now. She fetched a screwdriver, withdrew the

screw, pulled the door open with a penknife, and found inside a cavity about ten inches square. The cavity

Letters from different women, with unknown signatures, Christian names only (surnames being despised in

Paphos). Letters from his wife Eunice. Letters from Anne herself, including that she wrote in answer to his

The letters from the strange women with pet names she glanced carelessly through, and then put them aside.

They were too similar to her own regretted delusion, and curiosity requires contrast to excite it.

The letters from his wife were next examined. They were dated back as far as Eunice's first meeting with

Manston, and the early ones before their marriage contained the usual pretty effusions of women at such a

period of their existence. Some little time after he had made her his wife, and when he had come to

Knapwater, the series began again, and now their contents arrested her attention more forcibly. She closed the

cabinet, carried the letters into the parlour, reclined herself on the sofa, and carefully perused them in the

'MY DEAREST HUSBAND,I received your hurried line of yesterday, and was of course content with it.

But why don't you tell me your exact address instead of that "PostOffice, Budmouth?" This matter is all a

mystery to me, and I ought to be told every detail. I cannot fancy it is the same kind of occupation you have

been used to hitherto. Your command that I am to stay here awhile until you can "see how things look" and

can arrange to send for me, I must necessarily abide by. But if, as you say, a married man would have been

rejected by the person who engaged you, and that hence my existence must be kept a secret until you have

'The truth is, this keeping our marriage a secret is troublesome, vexing, and wearisome to me. I see the

poorest woman in the street bearing her husband's name openlyliving with him in the most matteroffact

'Today I bought a grey waterproof cloak. I think it is a little too long for me, but it was cheap for one of such

a quality. The weather is gusty and dreary, and till this morning I had hardly set foot outside the door since

you left. Please do tell me when I am to come.Very affectionately yours, EUNICE.'

'MY DEAR HUSBAND,Why don't you write? Do you hate me? I have not had the heart to do anything

this last week. That I, your wife, should be in this strait, and my husband well to do! I have been obliged to

leave my first lodging for debtamong other things, they charged me for a lot of brandy which I am quite

sure I did not taste. Then I went to Camberwell and was found out by them. I went away privately from

thence, and changed my name the second time. I am now Mrs. Rondley. But the new lodging was the

wretchedest and dearest I ever set foot in, and I left it after being there only a day. I am now at No. 2O in the

same street that you left me in originally. All last night the sash of my window rattled so dreadfully that I

could not sleep, but I had not energy enough to get out of bed to stop it. This morning I have been

walkingI don't know how farbut far enough to make my feet ache. I have been looking at the outside of

two or three of the theatres, but they seem forbidding if I regard them with the eye of an actress in search of

an engagement. Though you said I was to think no more of the stage, I believe you would not care if you

found me there. But I am not an actress by nature, and art will never make me one. I am too timid and

retiring; I was intended for a cottager's wife. I certainly shall not try to go on the boards again whilst I am in

this strange place. The idea of being brought on as far as London and then left here alone! Why didn't you

leave me in Liverpool? Perhaps you thought I might have told somebody that my real name was Mrs.

Manston. As if I had a living friend to whom I could impart itno such good fortune! In fact, my nearest

friend is no nearer than what most people would call a stranger. But perhaps I ought to tell you that a week

before I wrote my last letter to you, after wishing that my uncle and aunt in Philadelphia (the only near

relatives I had) were still alive, I suddenly resolved to send a line to my cousin James, who, I believe, is still

living in that neighbourhood. He has never seen me since we were babies together. I did not tell him of my

marriage, because I thought you might not like it, and I gave my real maiden name, and an address at the

'MY DEAR HUSBAND,The order for ten pounds has just come, and I am truly glad to get it. But why will

you write so bitterly? Ah well, if I had only had the money I should have been on my way to America by

this time, so don't think I want to bore you of my own freewill. Who can you have met with at that new

place? Remember I say this in no malignant tone, but certainly the facts go to prove that you have deserted

me! You are inconstantI know it. O, why are you so? Now I have lost you, I love you in spite of your

neglect. I am weakly fondthat's my nature. I fear that upon the whole my life has been wasted. I know

there is another woman supplanting me in your heartyes, I know it. Come to medo come. EUNICE.'

'DEAR AENEAS,Here I am back again after my visit. Why should you have been so enraged at my

finding your exact address? Any woman would have tried to do ityou know she would have. And no

woman would have lived under assumed names so long as I did. I repeat that I did not call myself Mrs.

Manston until I came to this lodging at the beginning of this monthwhat could you expect?

'A helpless creature I, had not fortune favoured me unexpectedly. Banished as I was from your house at

dawn, I did not suppose the indignity was about to lead to important results. But in crossing the park I

overheard the conversation of a young man and woman who had also risen early. I believe her to be the girl

who has won you away from me. Well, their conversation concerned you and Miss Aldclyffe, VERY

PECULIARLY. The remarkable thing is that you yourself, without knowing it, told me of what, added to

their conversation, completely reveals a secret to me that neither of you understand. Two negatives never

made such a telling positive before. One clue more, and you would see it. A single consideration prevents my

revealing itjust one doubt as to whether your ignorance was real, and was not feigned to deceive me.

'MY DARLING HUSBAND,Monday will suit me excellently for coming. I have acted exactly up to your

instructions, and have sold my rubbish at the broker's in the next street. All this movement and bustle is

delightful to me after the weeks of monotony I have endured. It is a relief to wish the place

goodbyeLondon always has seemed so much more foreign to me than Liverpool The midday train on

Monday will do nicely for me. I shall be anxiously looking out for you on Sunday night.

'I hope so much that you are not angry with me for writing to Miss Aldclyffe. You are not, dear, are you?

This was the last of the letters from the wife to the husband. One other, in Mrs. Manston's handwriting, and in

'DEAR COUSIN JAMES,Thank you indeed for answering my letter so promptly. When I called at the

postoffice yesterday I did not in the least think there would be one. But I must leave this subject. I write

again at once under the strangest and saddest conditions it is possible to conceive.

'I did not tell you in my last that I was a married woman. Don't blame meit was my husband's influence. I

hardly know where to begin my story. I had been living apart from him for a timethen he sent for me (this

was last week) and I was glad to go to him. Then this is what he did. He promised to fetch me, and did not

leaving me to do the journey alone. He promised to meet me at the station herehe did not. I went on

through the darkness to his house, and found his door locked and himself away from home. I have been

obliged to come here, and I write to you in a strange room in a strange village inn! I choose the present

moment to write to drive away my misery. Sorrow seems a sort of pleasure when you detail it on

'But this is what I want to knowand I am ashamed to tell it. I would gladly do as you say, and come to you

as a housekeeper, but I have not the money even for a steerage passage. James, do you want me badly

enoughdo you pity me enough to send it? I could manage to subsist in London upon the proceeds of my

sale for another month or six weeks. Will you send it to the same address at the post office? But how do I

Thus the letter ended. From creases in the paper it was plain that the writer, having got so far, had become

dissatisfied with her production, and had crumpled it in her hand. Was it to write another, or not to write at

The next thing Anne Seaway perceived was that the fragmentary story she had coaxed out of Manston, to the

effect that his wife had left England for America, might be truthful, according to two of these letters,

corroborated by the evidence of the railwayporter. And yet, at first, he had sworn in a passion that his wife

If she had been burnt, this letter, written in her bedroom, and probably thrust into her pocket when she

relinquished it, would have been burnt with her. Nothing was surer than that. Why, then, did he say she was

The question suddenly raised a new and much stranger onekindling a burst of amazement in her. How did

That fact of possession was certainly the most remarkable revelation of all in connection with this epistle, and

She knew by several proofs, that before his marriage with Cytherea, and up to the time of the porter's

confession, Manston believed honestly believedthat Cytherea would be his lawful wife, and hence, of

course, that his wife Eunice was dead. So that no communication could possibly have passed between his

wife and himself from the first moment that he believed her dead on the night of the fire, to the day of his

wedding. And yet he had that letter. How soon afterwards could they have communicated with each other?

The existence of the letteras much as, or more than its contents implying that Mrs Manston was not

burnt, his belief in that calamity must have terminated at the moment he obtained possession of the letter, if

no earlier. Was, then, the only solution to the riddle that Anne could discern, the true one?that he had

communicated with his wife somewhere about the commencement of Anne's residence with him, or at any

It was the most unlikely thing on earth that a woman who had forsaken her husband should countenance his

scheme to personify her whether she were in America, in London, or in the neighbourhood of Knapwater.

Then came the old and harassing question, what was Manston's real motive in risking his name on the

deception he was practising as regarded Anne. It could not be, as he had always pretended, mere passion. Her

thoughts had reverted to Mr. Raunham's letter, asking for proofs of her identity with the original Mrs.

Manston. She could see no loophole of escape for the man who supported her. True, in her own estimation,

his worst alternative was not so very bad after allthe getting the name of libertine, a possible appearance in

the divorce or some other court of law, and a question of damages. Such an exposure might hinder his

worldly progress for some time. Yet to him this alternative was, apparently, terrible as death itself.

She restored the letters to their hidingplace, scanned anew the other letters and memoranda, from which she

could gain no fresh information, fastened up the cabinet, and left everything in its former condition.

Her mind was ill at ease. More than ever she wished that she had never seen Manston. Where the person

suspected of mysterious moral obliquity is the possessor of great physical and intellectual attractions, the

mere sense of incongruity adds an extra shudder to dread. The man's strange bearing terrified Anne as it had

terrified Cytherea; for with all the woman Anne's faults, she had not descended to such depths of depravity as

to willingly participate in crime. She had not even known that a living wife was being displaced till her

arrival at Knapwater put retreat out of the question, and had looked upon personation simply as a mode of

subsistence a degree better than toiling in poverty and alone, after a bustling and somewhat pampered life as

Mr. Raunham and Edward Springrove had by this time set in motion a machinery which they hoped to find

The rector was restless and full of meditation all the following morning. It was plain, even to the servants

about him, that Springrove's communication wore a deeper complexion than any that had been made to the

old magistrate for many months or years past. The fact was that, having arrived at the stage of existence in

which the difficult intellectual feat of suspending one's judgment becomes possible, he was now putting it in

It was not till the afternoon that he determined to call on his relative, Miss Aldclyffe, and cautiously probe

her knowledge of the subject occupying him so thoroughly. Cytherea, he knew, was still beloved by this

solitary woman. Miss Aldclyffe had made several private inquiries concerning her former companion, and

there was ever a sadness in her tone when the young lady's name was mentioned, which showed that from

whatever cause the elder Cytherea's renunciation of her favourite and namesake proceeded, it was not from

'Have you ever had any reason for supposing your steward anything but an upright man?' he said to the lady.

'I can say nothing plainly, because nothing is proved. But my suspicions are very strong.'

'Do you mean that he was rather cool towards his wife when they were first married, and that it was unfair in

him to leave her? I know he was; but I think his recent conduct towards her has amply atoned for the neglect.'

He looked Miss Aldclyffe full in the face. It was plain that she spoke honestly. She had not the slightest

notion that the woman who lived with the steward might be other than Mrs. Manstonmuch less that a

'That's not itI wish it was no more. My suspicion is, first, that the woman living at the Old House is not

Miss Aldclyffe looked blankly at the rector. 'Not Mr. Manston's wifewho else can she be?' she said simply.

Mr. Raunham had, in common with other people, noticed the extraordinary interest of Miss Aldclyffe in the

wellbeing of her steward, and had endeavoured to account for it in various ways. The extent to which she

was shaken by his information, whilst it proved that the understanding between herself and Manston did not

make her a sharer of his secrets, also showed that the tie which bound her to him was still unbroken. Mr.

Raunham had lately begun to doubt the latter fact, and now, on finding himself mistaken, regretted that he

had not kept his own counsel in the matter. This it was too late to do, and he pushed on with his proofs. He

Before he had done, she recovered the cloak of reserve that she had adopted on his opening the subject.

'I might possibly be convinced that you were in the right, after such an elaborate argument,' she replied, 'were

it not for one fact, which bears in the contrary direction so pointedly, that nothing but absolute proof can turn

it. It is that there is no conceivable motive which could induce any sane manleaving alone a man of Mr.

Manston's clearheadedness and integrityto venture upon such an extraordinary course of conductno

'That was my own opinion till after the visit of a friend last nighta friend of mine and poor little

'Ahand Cytherea,' said Miss Aldclyffe, catching at the idea raised by the name. 'That he loved

Cythereayes and loves her now, wildly and devotedly, I am as positive as that I breathe. Cytherea is years

younger than Mrs. Manstonas I shall call hertwice as sweet in disposition, three times as beautiful.

Would he have given her up quietly and suddenly for a commonMr. Raunham, your story is monstrous,

The rector might now have advanced his second propositionthe possible motivebut for reasons of his

'Very well, madam. I only hope that facts will sustain you in your belief. Ask him the question to his face,

'I will tomorrow, most certainly,' she said. 'I always let these things die of wholesome ventilation, as every

But no sooner had the rector left her presence, than the grain of mustardseed he had sown grew to a tree.

Her impatience to set her mind at rest could not brook a night's delay. It was with the utmost difficulty that

she could wait till evening arrived to screen her movements. Immediately the sun had dropped behind the

horizon, and before it was quite dark, she wrapped her cloak around her, softly left the house, and walked

The same minute saw two persons sit down in the rectoryhouse to share the rector's usually solitary dinner.

One was a man of official appearance, commonplace in all except his eyes. The other was Edward

The discovery of the carefullyconcealed letters rankled in the mind of Anne Seaway. Her woman's nature

insisted that Manston had no right to keep all matters connected with his lost wife a secret from herself.

Perplexity had bred vexation; vexation, resentment; curiosity had been continuous. The whole morning this

The steward said very little to his companion during their luncheon at midday. He seemed reckless of

appearancesalmost indifferent to whatever fate awaited him. All his actions betrayed that something

portentous was impending, and still he explained nothing. By carefully observing every trifling action, as

only a woman can observe them, the thought at length dawned upon her that he was going to run away

secretly. She feared for herself; her knowledge of law and justice was vague, and she fancied she might in

In the afternoon he went out of the house again, and she watched him drive away in the direction of the

countytown. She felt a desire to go there herself, and, after an interval of halfanhour, followed him on

One among her several trivial errands was to make a small purchase at the druggist's. Near the druggist's

stood the County Bank. Looking out of the shop window, between the coloured bottles, she saw Manston

come down the steps of the bank, in the act of withdrawing his hand from his pocket, and pulling his coat

It is an almost universal habit with people, when leaving a bank, to be carefully adjusting their pockets if they

have been receiving money; if they have been paying it in, their hands swing laxly. The steward had in all

likelihood been taking moneypossibly on Miss Aldclyffe's accountthat was continual with him. And he

might have been removing his own, as a man would do who was intending to leave the country.

Anne reached home again in time to preside over preparations for dinner. Manston came in halfanhour

later. The lamp was lighted, the shutters were closed, and they sat down together. He was pale and

The meal passed off in almost unbroken silence. When preoccupation withstands the influence of a social

meal with one pleasant companion, the mental scene must be surpassingly vivid. Just as she was rising a tap

Before a maid could attend to the knock, Manston crossed the room and answered it himself. The visitor was

Manston instantly came back and spoke to Anne in an undertone. 'I should be glad if you could retire to your

'It is a dry, starlight evening,' she replied. 'I will go for a little walk if your object is merely a private

'Very well, do; there's no accounting for tastes,' he said. A few commonplaces then passed between her and

Miss Aldclyffe, and Anne went upstairs to bonnet and cloak herself. She came down, opened the front door,

She looked around to realize the night. It was dark, mournful, and quiet. Then she stood still. From the

moment that Manston had requested her absence, a strong and burning desire had prevailed in her to know

the subject of Miss Aldclyffe's conversation with him. Simple curiosity was not entirely what inspired her.

Her suspicions had been thoroughly aroused by the discovery of the morning. A conviction that her future

depended on her power to combat a man who, in desperate circumstances, would be far from a friend to her,

prompted a strategic movement to acquire the important secret that was in handling now. The woman thought

and thought, and regarded the dull dark trees, anxiously debating how the thing could be done.

Stealthily reopening the front door she entered the hall, and advancing and pausing alternately, came close

to the door of the room in which Miss Aldclyffe and Manston conversed. Nothing could be heard through the

keyhole or panels. At a great risk she softly turned the knob and opened the door to a width of about halfan

inch, performing the act so delicately that three minutes, at least, were occupied in completing it. At that

Anne glided back under the staircase. Manston came forward and closed the door. This chance was now cut

off, and she considered again. The parlour, or sittingroom, in which the conference took place, had the

windowshutters fixed on the outside of the window, as is usual in the back portions of old countryhouses.

The shutters were hinged one on each side of the opening, and met in the middle, where they were fastened

by a bolt passing continuously through them and the wood mullion within, the bolt being secured on the

inside by a pin, which was seldom inserted till Manston and herself were about to retire for the night;

If she returned to the door of the room she might be discovered at any moment, but could she listen at the

window, which overlooked a part of the garden never visited after nightfall, she would be safe from

She glided round to the window, took the head of the bolt between her finger and thumb, and softly screwed

it round until it was entirely withdrawn from its position. The shutters remained as before, whilst, where the

bolt had come out, was now a shining hole threequarters of an inch in diameter, through which one might

Miss Aldclyffe and Manston were both standing; Manston with his back to the window, his companion

facing it. The lady's demeanour was severe, condemnatory, and haughty. No more was to be seen; Anne then

turned sideways, leant with her shoulder against the shutters and placed her ear upon the hole.

'You know where,' said Miss Aldclyffe. 'And how could you, a man, act a double deceit like this?'

'I might even believe that, if the woman were handsomer than Cytherea, or if you had been married some

'And can't you believe it, too, under these conditions; that I married Cytherea, gave her up because I heard

that my wife was alive, found that my wife would not come to live with me, and then, not to let any woman I

love so well as Cytherea run any risk of being displaced and ruined in reputation, should my wife ever think

fit to return, induced this woman to come to me, as being better than no companion at all?'

'I cannot believe it. Your love for Cytherea was not of such a kind as that excuse would imply. It was

Cytherea or nobody with you. As an object of passion, you did not desire the company of this Anne Seaway

at all, and certainly not so much as to madly risk your reputation by bringing her here in the way you have

Miss Aldclyffe uttered an exclamation of astonishment; the confession was like a blow in its suddenness. She

'How could you overthrow my plans, disgrace the only girl I ever had any respect for, by such inexplicable

doings!. . . That woman must leave this placethe country perhaps. Heavens! the truth will leak out in a day

'She must do no such thing, and the truth must be stifled somehow nobody knows how. If I stay here, or on

any spot of the civilized globe, as AEneas Manston, this woman must live with me as my wife, or I am

He looked at her earnestly. 'Will you not support me through this deception if my very life depends upon it?

'Nonsense! Life! It will be a scandal to you, but she must leave this place. It will out sooner or later, and the

Manston repeated gloomily the same words. 'My life depends upon your supporting memy very life.'

He then came close to her, and spoke into her ear. Whilst he spoke he held her head to his mouth with both

his hands. Strange expressions came over her face; the workings of her mouth were painful to observe. Still

The only words that could be caught by Anne Seaway, confused as her hearing frequently was by the moan

of the wind and the waterfall in her outer ear, were these of Miss Aldclyffe, in tones which absolutely

The listener tasked herself to the utmost to catch his answer, but it was in vain. Of the remainder of the

colloquy one fact alone was plain to Anne, and that only inductivelythat Miss Aldclyffe, from what he had

Miss Aldclyffe seemed now to have no further reason for remaining, yet she lingered awhile as if loth to

leave him. When, finally, the crestfallen and agitated lady made preparations for departure, Anne quickly

inserted the bolt, ran round to the entrance archway, and down the steps into the park. Here she stood close to

In a few minutes she saw Manston, with Miss Aldclyffe leaning on his arm, cross the glade before her and

proceed in the direction of the house. She watched them ascend the rise and advance, as two black spots,

towards the mansion. The appearance of an oblong space of light in the dark mass of walls denoted that the

door was opened. Miss Aldclyffe's outline became visible upon it; the door shut her in, and all was darkness

again. The form of Manston returning alone arose from the gloom, and passed by Anne in her hidingplace.

Waiting outside a quarter of an hour longer, that no suspicion of any kind might be excited, Anne returned to

Manston was very friendly that evening. It was evident to her, now that she was behind the scenes, that he

Her terror of him did not decrease. They sat down to supper, Manston still talking cheerfully. But what is

keener than the eye of a mistrustful woman? A man's cunning is to it as was the armour of Sisera to the thin

tentnail. She found, in spite of his adroitness, that he was attempting something more than a disguise of his

feeling. He was trying to distract her attention, that he might be unobserved in some special movement of his

What a moment it was for her then! The whole surface of her body became attentive. She allowed him no

chance whatever. We know the duplicated condition at such timeswhen the existence divides itself into

two, and the ostensibly innocent chatterer stands in front, like another person, to hide the timorous spy.

Manston played the same game, but more palpably. The meal was nearly over when he seemed possessed of

a new idea of how his object might be accomplished. He tilted back his chair with a reflective air, and looked

steadily at the clock standing against the wall opposite to him. He said sententiously, 'Few faces are capable

of expressing more by dumb show than the face of a clock. You may see in it every variety of

incentivefrom the softest seductions to negligence to the strongest hints for action.'

'Well, in what way?' she inquired. His drift was, as yet, quite unintelligible to her.

'Why, for instance: look at the cold, methodical, unromantic, businesslike air of all the rightangled

positions of the hands. They make a man set about work in spite of himself. Then look at the piquant shyness

of its face when the two hands are over each other. Several attitudes imply "Make ready." The "make ready"

of ten minutes to one differs from the "make ready" of ten minutes to twelve, as youth differs from age.

"Upward and onward" says twenty five minutes to eleven. Midday or midnight expresses distinctly "It is

'The easy dash of ten minutes past seven, the rakish recklessness of a quarter past, the drooping weariness of

'Whatever amount of truth there may be, there is a good deal of imagination in your fancy,' she said.

'Then, again, the general finish of the face has a great effect upon the eye. This oldfashioned brassfaced

one we have here, with its arched top, halfmoon slit for the day of the month, and ship rocking at the upper

part, impresses me with the notion of its being an old cynic, elevating his brows, whose thoughts can be seen

A thought now enlightened her: the clock was behind her, and he wanted to get her back turned. She dreaded

turning, yet, not to excite his suspicion, she was on her guard; she quickly looked behind her at the clock as

he spoke, recovering her old position again instantly. The time had not been long enough for any action

'Ah,' he casually remarked, and at the same minute began to pour her out a glass of wine. 'Speaking of the

clock has reminded me that it must nearly want winding up. Remember that it is wound tonight. Suppose

There was no possible way of evading the act. She resolutely turned to perform the operation: anything was

better than that he should suspect her. It was an oldfashioned eightday clock, of workmanship suited to the

rest of the antique furniture that Manston had collected there, and ground heavily during winding.

Anne had given up all idea of being able to watch him during the interval, and the noise of the wheels

prevented her learning anything by her ears. But, as she wound, she caught sight of his shadow on the wall at

What was he doing? He was in the very act of pouring something into her glass of wine.

He had completed the manoeuvre before she had done winding. She methodically closed the clockcase and

turned round again. When she faced him he was sitting in his chair as before she had risen.

In a familiar scene which has hitherto been pleasant it is difficult to realize that an added condition, which

does not alter its aspect, can have made it terrible. The woman thought that his action must have been

prompted by no other intent than that of poisoning her, and yet she could not instantly put on a fear of her

And before she had grasped these consequences, another supposition served to make her regard the first as

unlikely, if not absurd. It was the act of a madman to take her life in a manner so easy of discovery, unless

there were far more reason for the crime than any that Manston could possibly have.

Was it not merely his intention, in tampering with her wine, to make her sleep soundly that night? This was in

harmony with her original suspicion, that he intended secretly to abscond. At any rate, he was going to set

about some stealthy proceeding, as to which she was to be kept in utter darkness. The difficulty now was to

By means of one pretext and another she put off taking her glass for nearly five minutes, but he eyed her too

frequently to allow her to throw the potion under the grate. It became necessary to take one sip. This she did,

Plainly he had no idea of her countermoves. The scheme seemed to him in proper train, and he turned to poke

out the fire. She instantly seized the glass, and poured its contents down her bosom. When he faced round

In due course he locked the doors and saw that the shutters were fastened. She attended to a few closing

When Manston was persuaded, by the feigned heaviness of her breathing, that Anne Seaway was asleep, he

softly arose, and dressed himself in the gloom. With ears strained to their utmost she heard him complete this

operation; then he took something from his pocket, put it in the drawer of the dressingtable, went to the

door, and down the stairs. She glided out of bed and looked in the drawer. He had only restored to its place a

small phial she had seen there before. It was labelled 'Battley's Solution of Opium.' She felt relieved that her

life had not been attempted. That was to have been her sleepingdraught. No time was to be lost if she meant

to be a match for him. She followed him in her nightdress. When she reached the foot of the staircase he was

in the office and had closed the door, under which a faint gleam showed that he had obtained a light. She

crept to the door, but could not venture to open it, however slightly. Placing her ear to the panel, she could

hear him tearing up papers of some sort, and a brighter and quivering ray of light coming from the threshold

an instant later, implied that he was burning them. By the slight noise of his footsteps on the uncarpeted floor,

she at length imagined that he was approaching the door. She flitted upstairs again and crept into bed.

Manston returned to the bedroom close upon her heels, and entered itagain without a light. Standing

motionless for an instant to assure himself that she still slept, he went to the drawer in which their

readymoney was kept, and removed the casket that contained it. Anne's ear distinctly caught the rustle of

notes, and the chink of the gold as he handled it. Some he placed in his pocket, some he returned to its place.

He stood thinking, as it were weighing a possibility. While lingering thus, he noticed the reflected image of

his own face in the glasspale and spectrelike in its indistinctness. The sight seemed to be the feather

which turned the balance of indecision: he drew a heavy breath, retired from the room, and passed

Feeling safe in a conclusion that he did not intend to return to the bedroom again, she arose, and hastily

dressed herself. On going to the door of the apartment she found that he had locked it behind him. 'A

precautionit can be no more,' she muttered. Yet she was all the more perplexed and excited on this

account. Had he been going to leave home immediately, he would scarcely have taken the trouble to lock her

in, holding the belief that she was in a drugged sleep. The lock shot into a mortice, so that there was no

possibility of her pushing back the bolt. How should she follow him? Easily. An inner closet opened from the

bedroom: it was large, and had some time heretofore been used as a dressing or bath room, but had been

found inconvenient from having no other outlet to the landing. The window of this little room looked out

upon the roof of the porch, which was flat and covered with lead. Anne took a pillow from the bed, gently

opened the casement of the inner room and stepped forth on the flat. There, leaning over the edge of the small

parapet that ornamented the porch, she dropped the pillow upon the gravel path, and let herself down over the

parapet by her hands till her toes swung about two feet from the ground. From this position she adroitly

Since she had come indoors from her walk in the early part of the evening the moon had risen. But the thick

clouds overspreading the whole landscape rendered the dim light pervasive and grey: it appeared as an

attribute of the air. Anne crept round to the back of the house, listening intently. The steward had had at least

ten minutes' start of her. She had waited here whilst one might count fifty, when she heard a movement in the

outhousea fragment once attached to the main building. This outhouse was partitioned into an outer and an

inner room, which had been a kitchen and a scullery before the connecting erections were pulled down, but

they were now used respectively as a brewhouse and workshop, the only means of access to the latter being

through the brewhouse. The outer door of this first apartment was usually fastened by a padlock on the

exterior. It was now closed, but not fastened. Manston was evidently in the outhouse.

She slightly moved the door. The interior of the brewhouse was wrapped in gloom, but a streak of light fell

towards her in a line across the floor from the inner or workshop door, which was not quite closed. This light

was unexpected, none having been visible through hole or crevice. Glancing in, the woman found that he had

placed cloths and mats at the various apertures, and hung a sack at the window to prevent the egress of a

single ray. She could also perceive from where she stood that the bar of light fell across the brewingcopper

just outside the inner door, and that upon it lay the key of her bedroom. The illuminated interior of the

workshop was also partly visible from her position through the two halfopen doors. Manston was engaged

in emptying a large cupboard of the tools, gallipots, and old iron it contained. When it was quite cleared he

took a chisel, and with it began to withdraw the hooks and shouldernails holding the cupboard to the wall.

All these being loosened, he extended his arms, lifted the cupboard bodily from the brackets under it, and

That portion of the wall which had been screened by the cupboard was now laid bare. This, it appeared, had

been plastered more recently than the bulk of the outhouse. Manston loosened the plaster with some kind of

tool, flinging the pieces into a basket as they fell. Having now stripped clear about two feet area of wall, he

inserted a crowbar between the joints of the bricks beneath, softly wriggling it until several were loosened.

There was now disclosed the mouth of an old oven, which was apparently contrived in the thickness of the

wall, and having fallen into disuse, had been closed up with bricks in this manner. It was formed after the

Manston now stretched his arm into the oven, dragged forth a heavy weight of great bulk, and let it slide to

the ground. The woman who watched him could see the object plainly. It was a common corn sack, nearly

The steward had once or twice started up, as if he had heard sounds, and his motions now became more

catlike still. On a sudden he put out the light. Anne had made no noise, yet a foreign noise of some kind had

certainly been made in the intervening portion of the house. She heard it. 'One of the rats,' she thought.

He seemed soon to recover from his alarm, but changed his tactics completely. He did not light his

candlegoing on with his work in the dark. She had only sounds to go by now, and, judging as well as she

could from these, he was piling up the bricks which closed the oven's mouth as they had been before he

disturbed them. The query that had not left her brain all the interval of her inspectionhow should she get

back into her bedroom again?now received a solution. Whilst he was replacing the cupboard, she would

glide across the brewhouse, take the key from the top of the copper, run upstairs, unlock the door, and bring

back the key again: if he returned to bed, which was unlikely, he would think the lock had failed to catch in

the staple. This thought and intention, occupying such length of words, flashed upon her in an instant, and

hardly disturbed her strong curiosity to stay and learn the meaning of his actions in the workshop.

Slipping sideways through the first door and closing it behind her, she advanced into the darkness towards the

second, making every individual footfall with the greatest care, lest the fragments of rubbish on the floor

should crackle beneath her tread. She soon stood close by the copper, and not more than a foot from the door

of the room occupied by Manston himself, from which position she could distinctly hear him breathe between

To secure the key of her chamber was her first anxiety, and accordingly she cautiously reached out with her

hand to where it lay. Instead of touching it, her fingers came in contact with the boot of a human being.

She drooped faint in a cold sweat. It was the foot either of a man or woman, standing on the brewingcopper

The startling discovery so terrified her that she could hardly repress a sound. She withdrew her hand with a

motion like the flight of an arrow. Her touch was so light that the leather seemed to have been thick enough

to keep the owner of the foot in entire ignorance of it, and the noise of Manston's scraping might have been

The person was obviously not the steward: he was still busy. It was somebody who, since the light had been

extinguished, had taken advantage of the gloom, to come from some dark recess in the brewhouse and stand

upon the brickwork of the copper. The fear which had at first paralyzed her lessened with the birth of a sense

that fear now was utter failure: she was in a desperate position and must abide by the consequences. The

motionless person on the copper was, equally with Manston, quite unconscious of her proximity, and she

ventured to advance her hand again, feeling behind the feet, till she found the key. On its return to her side,

It was a man, then, who stood there. To go to the door just at this time was impolitic, and she shrank back

into an inner corner to wait. The comparative security from discovery that her new position ensured

resuscitated reason a little, and empowered her to form some logical inferences:

1. The man who stood on the copper had taken advantage of the darkness to get there, as she had to enter.

2. The man must have been hidden in the outhouse before she had reached the door.

3. He must be watching Manston with much calculation and system, and for purposes of his own.

She could now tell by the noises that Manston had completed his re erection of the cupboard. She heard him

replacing the articles it had containedbottle by bottle, tool by toolafter which he came into the

brewhouse, went to the window, and pulled down the cloths covering it; but the window being rather small,

this unveiling scarcely relieved the darkness of the interior. He returned to the workshop, hoisted something

to his back by a jerk, and felt about the room for some other article. Having found it, he emerged from the

inner door, crossed the brewhouse, and went into the yard. Directly he stepped out she could see his outline

by the light of the clouded and weakly moon. The sack was slung at his back, and in his hand he carried a

Anne now waited in her corner in breathless suspense for the proceedings of the other man. In about

halfaminute she heard him descend from the copper, and then the square opening of the doorway showed

the outline of this other watcher passing through it likewise. The form was that of a broadshouldered man

The woman vented a sigh of relief, and moved forward to follow. Simultaneously, she discovered that the

It was by one of her own sex. Anne Seaway shrank backward again. The unknown woman came forward

from the further side of the yard, and pondered awhile in hesitation. Tall, dark, and closely wrapped, she

stood up from the earth like a cypress. She moved, crossed the yard without producing the slightest

Anne waited yet another minutethen in her turn noiselessly followed the last woman.

But so impressed was she with the sensation of people in hiding, that in coming out of the yard she turned her

head to see if any person were following her, in the same way. Nobody was visible, but she discerned,

standing behind the angle of the stable, Manston's horse and gig, ready harnessed.

He did intend to fly after all, then, she thought. He must have placed the horse in readiness, in the interval

between his leaving the house and her exit by the window. However, there was not time to weigh this branch

of the night's events. She turned about again, and continued on the trail of the other three.

The four persons proceeded across the glade, and into the park plantation, at equidistances of about seventy

yards. Here the ground, completely overhung by the foliage, was coated with a thick moss which was as soft

as velvet beneath their feet. The first watcher, that is, the man walking immediately behind Manston, now fell

back, when Manston's housekeeper, knowing the ground pretty well, dived circuitously among the trees and

got directly behind the steward, who, encumbered with his load, had proceeded but slowly. The other woman

seemed now to be about opposite to Anne, or a little in advance, but on Manston's other hand.

He reached a pit, midway between the waterfall and the enginehouse. There he stopped, wiped his face, and

Into this pit had drifted uncounted generations of withered leaves, half filling it. Oak, beech, and chestnut,

rotten and brown alike, mingled themselves in one fibrous mass. Manston descended into the midst of them,

placed his sack on the ground, and raking the leaves aside into a large heap, began digging. Anne softly drew

nearer, crept into a bush, and turning her head to survey the rest, missed the man who had dropped behind,

and whom we have called the first watcher. Concluding that he, too, had hidden himself, she turned her

attention to the second watcher, the other woman, who had meanwhile advanced near to where Anne lay in

hiding, and now seated herself behind a tree, still closer to the steward than was Anne Seaway.

Here and thus Anne remained concealed. The crunch of the steward's spade, as it cut into the soft vegetable

mould, was plainly perceptible to her ears when the periodic cessations between the creaks of the engine

concurred with a lull in the breeze, which otherwise brought the subdued roar of the cascade from the further

side of the bank that screened it. A large holesome four or five feet deephad been excavated by Manston

in about twenty minutes. Into this he immediately placed the sack, and then began filling in the earth, and

treading it down. Lastly he carefully raked the whole mass of dead and dry leaves into the middle of the pit,

For a hidingplace the spot was unequalled. The thick accumulation of leaves, which had not been disturbed

for centuries, might not be disturbed again for centuries to come, whilst their lower layers still decayed and

By the time this work was ended the sky had grown clearer, and Anne could now see distinctly the face of the

other woman, stretching from behind the tree, seemingly forgetful of her position in her intense

contemplation of the actions of the steward. Her countenance was white and motionless.

It was impossible that Manston should not soon notice her. At the completion of his labour he turned, and did

'Don't think I am a spy upon you,' she said, in an imploring whisper. Anne recognized the voice as Miss

The trembling lady added hastily another remark, which was drowned in the recurring creak of the engine

close at hand The first watcher, if he had come no nearer than his original position, was too far off to hear any

part of this dialogue, on account of the roar of the falling water, which could reach him unimpeded by the

The remark of Miss Aldclyffe to Manston had plainly been concerning the first watcher, for Manston, with

his spade in his hand, instantly rushed to where the man was concealed, and, before the latter could disengage

himself from the boughs, the steward struck him on the head with the blade of the instrument. The man fell to

'Fly!' said Miss Aldclyffe to Manston. Manston vanished amidst the trees. Miss Aldclyffe went off in a

Anne Seaway was about to run away likewise, when she turned and looked at the fallen man. He lay on his

Many of these women who own to no moral code show considerable magnanimity when they see people in

trouble. To act right simply because it is one's duty is proper; but a good action which is the result of no law

of reflection shines more than any. She went up to him and gently turned him over, upon which he began to

He looked about him with a bewildered air, endeavouring to collect his ideas. 'Who are you?' he said to the

It was bad policy now to attempt disguise. 'I am the supposed Mrs. Manston,' she said. 'Who are you?'

'I am the officer employed by Mr. Raunham to sift this mystery which may be criminal.' He stretched his

limbs, pressed his head, and seemed gradually to awake to a sense of having been incautious in his utterance.

'Never you mind who I am,' he continued. 'Well, it doesn't matter now, eitherit will no longer be a secret.'

He stooped for his hat and ran in the direction the steward had takencoming back again after the lapse of a

'It's only an aggravated assault, after all,' he said hastily, 'until we have found out for certain what's buried

here. It may be only a bag of building rubbish; but it may be more. Come and help me dig.' He seized the

spade with the awkwardness of a town man, and went into the pit, continuing a muttered discourse. 'It's no

use my running after him singlehanded,' he said. 'He's ever so far off by this time. The best step is to see

It was far easier for the detective to reopen the hole than it had been for Manston to form it. The leaves were

'Hold this,' he said to Anne, whose curiosity still kept her standing near. He turned on the light of a dark

The string which bound the mouth of the sack was now cut. The officer laid the bag on its side, seized it by

the bottom, and jerked forth the contents. A large package was disclosed, carefully wrapped up in impervious

tarpaulin, also well tied. He was on the point of pulling open the folds at one end, when a light coloured

thread of something, hanging on the outside, arrested his eye. He put his hand upon it; it felt stringy, and

She held it close. He raised his hand to the glass, and they both peered at an almost intangible filament he

'God! I couldn't believe itno, I couldn't believe it!' the detective whispered, horrorstruck. 'And I have lost

the man for the present through my unbelief. Let's get into a sheltered place. . . . Now wait a minute whilst I

He thrust his hand into his waistcoat pocket, and withdrew thence a minute packet of brown paper. Spreading

it out he disclosed, coiled in the middle, another long hair. It was the hair the clerk's wife had found on

Manston's pillow nine days before the Carriford fire. He held the two hairs to the light: they were both of a

palebrown hue. He laid them parallel and stretched out his arms: they were of the same length to a nicety.

'It is the body of his first wife,' he said quietly. 'He murdered her, as Mr. Springrove and the rector

'And I!' exclaimed Anne Seaway, a probable and natural sequence of events and motives explanatory of the

whole crimeevents and motives shadowed forth by the letter, Manston's possession of it, his renunciation

of Cytherea, and instalment of herselfflashing upon her mind with the rapidity of lightning.

'AhI see,' said the detective, standing unusually close to her: and a handcuff was on her wrist. 'You must

come with me, madam. Knowing as much about a secret murder as God knows is a very suspicious thing: it

doesn't make you a goddessfar from it.' He directed the bull'seye into her face.

'Poohlead on,' she said scornfully, 'and don't lose your principal actor for the sake of torturing a poor

He loosened her hand, gave her his arm, and dragged her out of the grovemaking her run beside him till

they had reached the rectory. A light was burning here, and an auxiliary of the detective's awaiting him: a

'You have comeI wish I had known that,' the detective said to his assistant, hurriedly and angrily. 'Well,

we've blunderedhe's goneyou should have been here, as I said! I was sold by that woman, Miss

Aldclyffeshe watched me.' He hastily gave directions in an undertone to this man. The concluding words

were, 'Go in to the rectorhe's up. Detain Miss Aldclyffe. I, in the meantime, am driving to Casterbridge

He assisted Anne into the vehicle, and drove off with her. As they went, the clear, dry road showed before

them, between the grassy quarters at each side, like a white riband, and made their progress easy. They came

to a spot where the highway was overhung by dense firs for some distance on both sides. It was totally dark

There was a smash; and a rude shock. In the very midst of its length, at the point where the road began to

drop down a hill, the detective drove against something with a jerk which nearly flung them both to the

The man recovered himself, placed Anne on the seat, and reached out his hand. He found that the offwheel

'Well, that's oddthis comes of the folly of travelling without giglamps because you expect the dawn.' He

There was the gig which had obstructed him, standing in the middle of the road; a jaded horse harnessed to it,

'I'll swear it's Manston's! Come, I can hear it by your tone. However, you needn't say anything which may

criminate you. What forethought the man must have hadhow carefully he must have considered possible

contingencies! Why, he must have got the horse and gig ready before he began shifting the body.'

He listened for a sound among the trees. None was to be heard but the occasional scamper of a rabbit over the

withered leaves. He threw the light of his lantern through a gap in the hedge, but could see nothing beyond an

impenetrable thicket. It was clear that Manston was not many yards off, but the question was how to find

him. Nothing could be done by the detective just then, encumbered as he was by the horse and Anne. If he

had entered the thicket on a search unaided, Manston might have stepped unobserved from behind a bush and

murdered him with the greatest ease. Indeed, there were such strong reasons for the exploit in Manston's

circumstances at that moment that without showing cowardice, his pursuer felt it hazardous to remain any

He hastily tied the head of Manston's horse to the back of his own vehicle, that the steward might be deprived

of the use of any means of escape other than his own legs, and drove on thus with his prisoner to the

countytown. Arrived there, he lodged her in the policestation, and then took immediate steps for the

It was marketday at the countytown. The farmers outside and inside the cornexchange looked at their

samples of wheat, and poured them critically as usual from one palm to another, but they thought and spoke

of Manston. Grocers serving behind their counters, instead of using their constant phrase, 'The next article,

please?' substituted, 'Have you heard if he's caught?' Dairymen and drovers standing beside the sheep and

cattle pens, spread their legs firmly, readjusted their hats, thrust their hands into the lowest depths of their

pockets, regarded the animals with the utmost keenness of which the eye was capable, and said, 'Ay, ay, so's:

Later in the day Edward Springrove passed along the street hurriedly and anxiously. 'Well, have you heard

'They tracked him in this way,' said the other young man. 'A vagrant first told them that Manston had passed

a rick at daybreak, under which this man was lying. They followed the track he pointed out and ultimately

came to a stile. On the other side was a heap of halfhardened mud, scraped from the road. On the surface of

the heap, where it had been smoothed by the shovel, was distinctly imprinted the form of a man's hand, the

buttons of his waistcoat, and his watchchain, showing that he had stumbled in hurrying over the stile, and

fallen there. The pattern of the chain proved the man to have been Manston. They followed on till they

reached a ford crossed by steppingstoneson the further bank were the same footmarks that had shown

themselves beside the stile. The whole of this course had been in the direction of Budmouth. On they went,

and the next clue was furnished them by a shepherd. He said that wherever a clear space three or four yards

wide ran in a line through a flock of sheep lying about a ewelease, it was a proof that somebody had passed

there not more than halfanhour earlier. At twelve o'clock that day he had noticed such a feature in his

flock. Nothing more could be heard of him, and they got into Budmouth. The steampacket to the Channel

Islands was to start at eleven last night, and they at once concluded that his hope was to get to France by way

'Well, they went to the boat: he was not on board then. They went again at halfpast ten: he had not come.

Two men now placed themselves under the lamp immediately beside the gangway. Another stayed by the

office door, and one or two more up Mary Streetthe straight cut to the quay. At a quarter to eleven the

mailbags were put on board. Whilst the attention of the idlers was directed to the mails, down Mary Street

came a man as boldly as possible. The gait was Manston's, but not the clothes. He passed over to the shaded

part of the street: heads were turned. I suppose this warned him, for he never emerged from the shadow. They

watched and waited, but the steward did not reappear. The alarm was raised they searched the town high

and lowno Manston. All this morning they have been searching, but there's not a sign of him anywhere.

However, he has lost his last chance of getting across the Channel. It is reported that he has since changed

During this narration, Edward, lost in thought, had let his eyes follow a shabby man in a smockfrock, but

wearing light bootswho was stalking down the street under a bundle of straw which overhung and

concealed his head. It was a very ordinary circumstance for a man with a bundle of straw on his shoulders

and overhanging his head, to go down the High Street. Edward saw him cross the bridge which divided the

town from the country, place his shaggy encumbrance by the side of the road, and leave it there.

Springrove now parted from his acquaintance, and went also in the direction of the bridge, and some way

beyond it. As far as he could see stretched the turnpike road, and, while he was looking, he noticed a man to

leap from the hedge at a point two hundred, or two hundred and fifty yards ahead, cross the road, and go

through a wicket on the other side. This figure seemed like that of the man who had been carrying the bundle

Manston had been seen wearing the clothes of a labouring mana brown smockfrock. So had this man,

who seemed other than a labourer, on second thoughts: and he had concealed his face by his bundle of straw

The path the man had taken led, among other places, to Tolchurch, where Cytherea was living.

If Mrs. Manston was murdered, as some said, on the night of the fire, Cytherea was the steward's lawful wife.

It was a horrible supposition for a man who loved Cytherea to entertain; but Springrove could not resist its

On that selfsame midday, whilst Edward was proceeding to Tolchurch by the footpath across the fields,

Owen Graye had left the village and was riding along the turnpike road to the countytown, that he might

ascertain the exact truth of the strange rumour which had reached him concerning Manston. Not to disquiet

She sat by the window reading. From her position she could see up the lane for a distance of at least a

hundred yards. Passersby were so rare in this retired nook, that the eyes of those who dwelt by the wayside

were invariably lifted to every one on the road, great and small, as to a novelty.

A man in a brown smockfrock turned the corner and came towards the house. It being marketday at

Casterbridge, the village was nearly deserted, and more than this, the old farmhouse in which Owen and his

sister were staying, stood, as has been stated, apart from the body of cottages. The man did not look

Unfortunately he was near enough to see her cross the room. He advanced to the door, knocked, and,

receiving no answer, came to the window; he next pressed his face against the glass, peering in.

Cytherea's experience at that moment was probably as trying a one as ever fell to the lot of a gentlewoman to

But not a movement was made by her, not a sound escaped her. Her fear was great; but had she known the

truththat the man outside, feeling he had nothing on earth to lose by any act, was in the last stage of

'No,' she replied, still not realizing the magnitude of her peril. 'If you want to speak to us, wait till my brother

'O, he's not at home? Cytherea, I can't live without you! All my sin has been because I love you so! Will you

The windows were glazed in lattice panes of leadwork, hung in casements. He broke one of the panes with a

stone, thrust his hand through the hole, unfastened the latch which held the casement close, and began

Instantly the shutters flew together with a slam, and were barred with desperate quickness by Cytherea on the

He ran round to the back of the house. His impatience was greater now: he thrust his fist through the pantry

window at one blow, and opened it in the same way as the former one had been opened, before the

terrorstricken girl was aware that he had gone round. In an instant he stood in the pantry, advanced to the

front room where she was, flung back the shutters, and held out his arms to embrace her.

In extremely trying moments of bodily or mental pain, Cytherea either flushed hot or faded pale, according to

the state of her constitution at the moment. Now she burned like fire from head to foot, and this preserved her

Never before had the poor child's natural agility served her in such good stead as now. A heavy oblong table

stood in the middle of the room. Round this table she flew, keeping it between herself and Manston, her large

eyes wide open with terror, their dilated pupils constantly fixed upon Manston's, to read by his expression

Even he, at that heated moment, could not endure the expression of unutterable agony which shone from that

extraordinary gaze of hers. It had surely been given her by God as a means of defence. Manston continued his

The panting and maddened desperadoblind to everything but the capture of his wifewent with a rush

under the table: she went over it like a bird. He went heavily over it: she flew under it, and was out at the

'One on her youth and pliant limbs relies, One on his sinews and his giant size.'

But his superior strength was sure to tire her down in the longrun. She felt her weakness increasing with the

quickness of her breath; she uttered a wild scream, which in its heartrending intensity seemed to echo for

At the same juncture her hair became unfastened, and rolled down about her shoulders. The least accident at

such critical periods is sufficient to confuse the overwrought intelligence. She lost sight of his intended

'At last! my Cytherea!' he cried, overturning the table, springing over it, seizing one of the long brown tresses,

pulling her towards him, and clasping her round. She writhed downwards between his arms and breast, and

fell fainting on the floor. For the first time his action was leisurely. He lifted her upon the sofa, exclaiming,

And then there was an end of his triumph. He felt himself clutched by the collar, and whizzed backwards with

the force of a battering ram against the fireplace. Springrove, wild, red, and breathless, had sprung in at the

Manston was on his legs again in an instant. A fiery glance on the one side, a glance of pitiless justice on the

other, passed between them. It was again the meeting in the vineyard of Naboth the Jezreelite: 'Hast thou

found me, O mine enemy? And he answered, I have found thee: because thou hast sold thyself to work evil in

A desperate wrestle now began between the two men. Manston was the taller, but there was in Edward much

hard tough muscle which the delicate flesh of the steward lacked. They flew together like the jaws of a gin. In

a minute they were both on the floor, rolling over and over, locked in each other's grasp as tightly as if they

had been one organic being at war with itselfEdward trying to secure Manston's arms with a small thong

Two characteristic noises pervaded the apartment through this momentous space of time. One was the sharp

panting of the two combatants, so similar in each as to be undistinguishable; the other was the stroke of their

Cytherea had not lost consciousness for more than halfaminute. She had then leapt up without recognizing

that Edward was her deliverer, unfastened the door, and rushed out, screaming wildly, 'Come! Help! O, help!'

Three men stood not twenty yards off, looking perplexed. They dashed forward at her words. 'Have you seen

a shabby man with a smockfrock on lately?' they inquired. She pointed to the door, and ran on the same as

Manston, who had just loosened himself from Edward's grasp, seemed at this moment to renounce his

intention of pushing the conflict to a desperate end. 'I give it all up for lifedear life!' he cried, with a hoarse

He rushed out of the house, but no further. The boast was his last. In one halfminute more he was helpless in

Edward staggered to his feet, and paused to recover breath. His thoughts had never forsaken Cytherea, and

his first act now was to hasten up the lane after her. She had not gone far. He found her leaning upon a bank

by the roadside, where she had flung herself down in sheer exhaustion. He ran up and lifted her in his arms,

and thus aided she was enabled to stand uprightclinging to him. What would Springrove have given to

They walked slowly towards the house. The distressing sensation of whose wife she was could not entirely

quench the resuscitated pleasure he felt at her grateful recognition of him, and her confiding seizure of his

A quarter of an hour later, whilst she was sitting in a partially recovered, halfdozing state in an armchair,

Edward beside her waiting anxiously till Graye should arrive, they saw a springcart pass the door. Old and

dry mudsplashes from longforgotten rains disfigured its wheels and sides; the varnish and paint had been

scratched and dimmed; ornament had long been forgotten in a restless contemplation of use. Three men sat

on the seat, the middle one being Manston. His hands were bound in front of him, his eyes were set directly

Springrove had told Cytherea of Manston's crime in a few short words. He now said solemnly, 'He is to die.'

'And I cannot mourn for him,' she replied with a shudder, leaning back and covering her face with her hands.

In the silence that followed the two short remarks, Springrove watched the cart round the corner, and heard

the rattle of its wheels gradually dying away as it rolled in the direction of the countytown.

Exactly seven days after Edward Springrove had seen the man with the bundle of straw walking down the

streets of Casterbridge, old Farmer Springrove was standing on the edge of the same pavement, talking to his

There was a pause in their discourse. Mr. Springrove was looking down the street at some object which had

Two men, advancing one behind the other in the middle of the road, were what the farmers referred to. They

were carpenters, and bore on their shoulders an empty coffin, covered by a thin black cloth.

'I always feel a satisfaction at being breasted by such a sight as that,' said Springrove, still regarding the men's

'And it is medicine. . . . I have not heard of any body being ill up this way lately? D'seem as if the person died

'May be so. Ah, Baker, we say sudden death, don't we? But there's no difference in their nature between

sudden death and death of any other sort. There's no such thing as a random snapping off of what was laid

down to last longer. We only suddenly light upon an end thoughtfully formed as any otherwhich has

been existing at that very same point from the beginning, though unseen by us to be so soon.'

'Now you'll hardly believe me, neighbour, but this little scene in front of us makes me feel less anxious about

pushing on wi' that threshing and winnowing next week, that I was speaking about. Why should we not stand

still, says I to myself, and fling a quiet eye upon the Whys and the Wherefores, before the end o' it all, and we

''Tis a feeling that will come. But 'twont bear looking into. There's a back'ard current in the world, and we

must do our utmost to advance in order just to bide where we be. But, Baker, they are turning in here with the

The two carpenters had borne their load into a narrow way close at hand. The farmers, in common with

''Tis a man's coffin, and a tall man's, too,' continued Farmer Springrove. 'His was a fine frame, whoever he

'A very plain box for the poor souljust the rough elm, you see.' The corner of the cloth had blown aside.

'Yes, for a very poor man. Well, death's all the less insult to him. I have often thought how much smaller the

richer class are made to look than the poor at last pinches like this. Perhaps the greatest of all the reconcilers

of a thoughtful man to povertyand I speak from experienceis the grand quiet it fills him with when the

As Springrove finished speaking, the bearers of the coffin went across a gravelled square facing the two men

and approached a grim and heavy archway. They paused beneath it, rang a bell, and waited.

The small rectangular wicket, which was constructed in one of the two ironstudded doors, was opened from

the inside. The men severally stepped over the threshold, the coffin dragged its melancholy length through

'Yes, one of the prisoners,' said a boy, scudding by at the moment, who passed on whistling.

'Do you know the name of the man who is dead?' inquired Baker of a third bystander.

'Yes, 'tis all over townsurely you know, Mr. Springrove? Why, Manston, Miss Aldclyffe's steward. He was

found dead the first thing this morning. He had hung himself behind the door of his cell, in some way, by a

handkerchief and some strips of his clothes. The turnkey says his features were scarcely changed, as he

looked at 'em with the early sun ashining in at the grating upon him. He has left a full account of the murder,

The previous day he had been allowed the use of writingmaterials, and had occupied himself for nearly

'Having found man's life to be a wretchedly conceived scheme, I renounce it, and, to cause no further trouble,

'After thanking God, on first entering my house, on the night of the fire at Carriford, for my release from

bondage to a woman I detested, I went, a second time, to the scene of the disaster, and, finding that nothing

could be done by remaining there, shortly afterwards I returned home again in the company of Mr. Raunham.

'He parted from me at the steps of my porch, and went back towards the rectory. Whilst I still stood at the

door, musing on my strange deliverance, I saw a figure advance from beneath the shadow of the park trees. It

'When she came near, the twilight was sufficient to show me her attire: it was a cloak reaching to the bottom

of her dress, and a thick veil covering her face. These features, together with her size and gait, aided also by a

flash of perception as to the chain of events which had saved her life, told me that she was my wife Eunice.

'I gnashed my teeth in a frenzy of despair; I had lost Cytherea; I had gained one whose beauty had departed,

whose utterance was complaint, whose mind was shallow, and who drank brandy every day. The revulsion of

feeling was terrible. Providence, whom I had just thanked, seemed a mocking tormentor laughing at me. I felt

'She came closestarted at seeing me outsidethen spoke to me. Her first words were reproof for what I

had unintentionally done, and sounded as an earnest of what I was to be cursed with as long as we both lived.

I answered angrily; this tone of mine changed her complaints to irritation. She taunted me with a secret she

had discovered, which concerned Miss Aldclyffe and myself. I was surprised to learn itmore surprised that

'"How could you serve me so?" she said, her breath smelling of spirits even then. "You love another

womanyes, you do. See how you drive me about! I have been to the station, intending to leave you for

'An indescribable exasperation had sprung up in me as she talked rage and regret were all in all. Scarcely

knowing what I did, I furiously raised my hand and swung it round with my whole force to strike her. She

turned quicklyand it was the poor creature's end. By her movement my hand came edgewise exactly in the

nape of the neckas men strike a hare to kill it. The effect staggered me with amazement. The blow must

have disturbed the vertebrae; she fell at my feet, made a few movements, and uttered one low sound.

'I ran indoors for water and some wine, I came out and lanced her arm with my penknife. But she lay still,

'It was a long time before I could realize my horrible position. For several minutes I had no idea of attempting

to escape the consequences of my deed. Then a light broke upon me. Had anybody seen her since she left the

Three Tranters? Had they not, she was already believed by the parishioners to be dust and ashes. I should

'The first question was how to dispose of the body. The impulse of the moment was to bury her at once in the

pit between the engine house and waterfall; but it struck me that I should not have time. It was now four

o'clock, and the workingmen would soon be stirring about the place. I would put off burying her till the next

'In turning the outhouse into a workshop, earlier in the season, I found, when driving a nail into the wall for

fixing a cupboard, that the wall sounded hollow. I examined it, and discovered behind the plaster an old oven

which had long been disused, and was bricked up when the house was prepared for me.

'To unfix this cupboard and pull out the bricks was the work of a few minutes. Then, bearing in mind that I

should have to remove the body again the next night, I placed it in a sack, pushed it into the oven, packed in

'I then went to bed. In bed, I thought whether there were any very remote possibilities that might lead to the

supposition that my wife was not consumed by the flames of the burning house. The thing which struck me

most forcibly was this, that the searchers might think it odd that no remains whatever should be found.

'The clinching and triumphant deed would be to take the body and place it among the ruins of the destroyed

house. But I could not do this, on account of the men who were watching against an outbreak of the fire. One

'I arose again, dressed myself, and went down to the outhouse. I must take down the cupboard again. I did

take it down. I pulled out the bricks, pulled out the sack, pulled out the corpse, and took her keys from her

'With these articles in my pocket I went out of the yard, and took my way through the withy copse to the

churchyard, entering it from the back. Here I felt my way carefully along till I came to the nook where pieces

of bones from newlydug graves are sometimes piled behind the laurelbushes. I had been earnestly hoping

to find a skull among these old bones; but though I had frequently seen one or two in the rubbish here, there

was not one now. I then groped in the other corner with the same resultnowhere could I find a skull. Three

or four fragments of leg and backbones were all I could collect, and with these I was forced to be content.

'Taking them in my hand, I crossed the road, and got round behind the inn, where the couch heap was still

smouldering. Keeping behind the hedge, I could see the heads of the three or four men who watched the spot.

'Standing in this place I took the bones, and threw them one by one over the hedge and over the men's heads

into the smoking embers. When the bones had all been thrown, I threw the keys; last of all I threw the watch.

'I then returned home as I had gone, and went to bed once more, just as the dawn began to break. I

'At breakfasttime I thought, "Suppose the cupboard should by some unlikely chance get moved today!"

'I went to the mason's yard hard by, while the men were at breakfast, and brought away a shovelful of mortar.

I took it into the outhouse, again shifted the cupboard, and plastered over the mouth of the oven behind.

Simply pushing the cupboard back into its place, I waited for the next night that I might bury the body,

'When the night came, my nerves were in some way weaker than they had been on the previous night. I felt

reluctant to touch the body. I went to the outhouse, but instead of opening the oven, I firmly drove in the

shouldernails that held the cupboard to the wall. "I will bury her tomorrow night, however," I thought.

'But the next night I was still more reluctant to touch her. And my reluctance increased, and there the body

'I married Cytherea Graye, and never did a bridegroom leave the church with a heart more full of love and

happiness, and a brain more fixed on good intentions, than I did on that morning.

'When Cytherea's brother made his appearance at the hotel in Southampton, bearing his strange evidence of

the porter's disclosure, I was staggered beyond expression. I thought they had found the body. "Am I to be

apprehended and to lose her even now?" I mourned. I saw my error, and instantly saw, too, that I must act

externally like an honourable man. So at his request I yielded her up to him, and meditated on several

schemes for enabling me to claim the woman I had a legal right to claim as my wife, without disclosing the

'I went home to Knapwater the next day, and for nearly a week lived in a state of indecision. I could not hit

'Mr. Raunham hinted that I should take steps to discover her whereabouts by advertising. I had no energy for

the farce. But one evening I chanced to enter the Rising Sun Inn. Two notorious poachers were sitting in the

settle, which screened my entrance. They were half drunktheir conversation was carried on in the solemn

and emphatic tone common to that stage of intoxication, and I myself was the subject of it.

'The following was the substance of their disjointed remarks: On the night of the great fire at Carriford, one

of them was sent to meet me, and break the news of the death of my wife to me. This he did; but because I

would not pay him for his news, he left me in a mood of vindictiveness. When the fire was over, he joined his

comrade. The favourable hour of the night suggested to them the possibility of some unlawful gain before

daylight came. My fowlhouse stood in a tempting position, and still resenting his repulse during the evening,

one of them proposed to operate upon my birds. I was believed to have gone to the rectory with Mr.

'It was now about three o'clock. He had advanced as far as the shrubbery, which grows near the north wall of

the house, when he fancied he heard, above the rush of the waterfall, noises on the other side of the building.

He described them in these words, "Ghostly mouths talkingthen a fallthen a groanthen the rush of the

water and creak of the engine as before." Only one explanation occurred to him; the house was haunted. And,

whether those of the living or the dead, voices of any kind were inimical to one who had come on such an

'His unlawful purpose in being behind the house led him to conceal his adventure. No suspicion of the truth

entered his mind till the railwayporter had startled everybody by his strange announcement. Then he asked

himself, had the horrifying sounds of that night been really an enactment in the flesh between me and my

'"True," said the first. "Well, I don't forget what I heard, and if she don't turn up alive my mind will be as sure

as a Bible upon her murder, and the parson shall know it, though I do get six months on the treadmill for

'"Then I shall know that I am wrong, and believing myself a fool as well as a rogue, hold my tongue."

'I glided out of the house in a cold sweat. The only pressure in heaven or earth which could have forced me to

'I sat all that night weaving strategy of various kinds. The only effectual remedy for my hazardous standing

that I could see was a simple one. It was to substitute another woman for my wife before the suspicions of

'The one woman at all available for the purpose was a friendless, innocent creature, named Anne Seaway,

whom I had known in my youth, and who had for some time been the housekeeper of a lady in London. On

account of this lady's sudden death, Anne stood in rather a precarious position, as regarded her future

subsistence. She was not the best kind of woman for the scheme; but there was no alternative. One quality of

hers was valuable; she was not a talker. I went to London the very next day, called at the Hoxton lodging of

my wife (the only place at which she had been known as Mrs. Manston), and found that no great difficulties

stood in the way of a personation. And thus favouring circumstances determined my course. I visited Anne

'We lived quietly enough until the Sunday before my apprehension. Anne came home from church that

morning, and told me of the suspicious way in which a young man had looked at her there. Nothing could be

done beyond waiting the issue of events. Then the letter came from Raunham. For the first time in my life I

was half indifferent as to what fate awaited me. During the succeeding day I thought once or twice of running

away, but could not quite make up my mind. At any rate it would be best to bury the body of my wife, I

thought, for the oven might be opened at any time. I went to Casterbridge and made some arrangements. In

the evening Miss Aldclyffe (who is united to me by a common secret which I have no right or wish to

disclose) came to my house, and alarmed me still more. She said that she could tell by Mr. Raunham's

manner that evening, that he kept back from her a suspicion of more importance even than the one he spoke

'I guessed what this further suspicion was, and resolved to enlighten her to a certain extent, and so secure her

assistance. I said that I killed my wife by an accident on the night of the fire, dwelling upon the advantage to

'Her terror, and fears for my fate, led her to watch the rectory that evening. She saw the detective leave it, and

followed him to my residence. This she told me hurriedly when I perceived her after digging my wife's grave

'I am now about to enter on my normal condition. For people are almost always in their graves. When we

survey the long race of men, it is strange and still more strange to find that they are mainly dead men, who

The steward's confession, aided by circumstantial evidence of various kinds, was the means of freeing both

Anne Seaway and Miss Aldclyffe from all suspicion of complicity with the murderer.

In the cottage at Tolchurch was gathered a group consisting of Cytherea, her brother, Edward Springrove, and

his father. They sat by the window conversing of the strange events which had just taken place. In Cytherea's

Whilst they talked, looking out at the yellow evening light that coated the hedges, trees, and church tower, a

brougham rolled round the corner of the lane, and came in full view. It reflected the rays of the sun in a flash

from its polished panels as it turned the angle, the spokes of the wheels bristling in the same light like

bayonets. The vehicle came nearer, and arrived opposite Owen's door, when the driver pulled the rein and

Owen went out. 'Is Miss Graye at home?' said the man. 'A note for her, and I am to wait for an answer.'

'DEAR MISS GRAYE,Miss Aldclyffe is ill, though not dangerously. She continually repeats your name,

and now wishes very much to see you. If you possibly can, come in the carriage.Very sincerely yours,

'She caught a violent cold by standing out of doors in the damp, on the night the steward ran away. Ever

since, till this morning, she complained of fulness and heat in the chest. This morning the maid ran in and

told her suddenly that Manston had killed himself in gaolshe shriekedbroke a bloodvesseland fell

upon the floor. Severe internal haemorrhage continued for some time and then stopped. They say she is sure

Soft as was Cytherea's motion along the corridors of Knapwater House, the preternaturally keen intelligence

of the suffering woman caught the maiden's wellknown footfall. She entered the sick chamber with

In the room everything was so still, and sensation was as it were so rarefied by solicitude, that thinking

seemed acting, and the lady's weak act of trying to live a silent wrestling with all the powers of the universe.

Nobody was present but Mr. Raunham, the nurse having left the room on Cytherea's entry, and the physician

and surgeon being engaged in a whispered conversation in a sidechamber. Their patient had been

Cytherea went to the bedside, and was instantly recognized. O, what a changeMiss Aldclyffe dependent

upon pillows! And yet not a forbidding change. With weakness had come softness of aspect: the haughtiness

was extracted from the frail thin countenance, and a sweeter mild placidity had taken its place.

Miss Aldclyffe signified to Mr. Raunham that she would like to be alone with Cytherea.

Miss Aldclyffe whispered again. 'They say I am certain to live; but I know that I am certainly going to die.'

'But you don't know yetyou don't know yet,' the invalid murmured. 'It is forgiveness for that

misrepresentation to Edward Springrove that I implore, and for putting such force upon himthat which

'I know allall. And I do forgive you. Not in a hasty impulse that is revoked when coolness comes, but

deliberately and sincerely: as I myself hope to be forgiven, I accord you my forgiveness now.'

Tears streamed from Miss Aldclyffe's eyes, and mingled with those of her young companion, who could not

restrain hers for sympathy. Expressions of strong attachment, interrupted by emotion, burst again and again

'But you don't know my motive. O, if you only knew it, how you would pity me then!'

Cytherea did not break the pause which ensued, and the elder woman appeared now to nerve herself by a

superhuman effort. She spoke on in a voice weak as a summer breeze, and full of intermission, and yet there

pervaded it a steadiness of intention that seemed to demand firm tones to bear it out worthily.

'A long time agomore than thirty years agoa young girl of seventeen was cruelly betrayed by her cousin,

'One night when that miserable girl had just arrived home with her parents from Germany, where her baby

had been born, she took all the money she possessed, pinned it on her infant's bosom, together with a letter,

stating, among other things, what she wished the child's Christian name to be; wrapped up the little thing, and

walked with it to Clapham. Here, in a retired street, she selected a house. She placed the child on the doorstep

and knocked at the door, then ran away and watched. They took it up and carried it indoors.

'Now that her poor baby was gone, the girl blamed herself bitterly for cruelty towards it, and wished she had

adopted her parents' counsel to secretly hire a nurse. She longed to see it. She didn't know what to do. She

wrote in an assumed name to the woman who had taken it in, and asked her to meet the writer with the infant

at certain places she named. These were hotels or coffeehouses in Chelsea, Pimlico, or Hammersmith. The

woman, being well paid, always came, and asked no questions. At one meetingat an inn in

Hammersmithshe made her appearance without the child, and told the girl it was so ill that it would not

Miss Aldclyffe's sobs choked her utterance, and she became painfully agitated. Cytherea, pale and amazed at

what she heard, wept for her, bent over her, and begged her not to go on speaking.

'YesI must,' she cried, between her sobs. 'I willI must go on! And I must tell yet more plainly!. . . you

must hear it before I am gone, Cytherea.' The sympathizing and astonished girl sat down again.

'The name of the woman who had taken the child was MANSTON. She was the widow of a schoolmaster.

'Only one man ever found out who the mother was. He was the keeper of the inn in which she fainted, and his

'A twelvemonth passedfifteen monthsand the saddened girl met a man at her father's house named

Grayeyour father, Cytherea, then unmarried. Ah, such a man! Inexperience now perceived what it was to

be loved in spirit and in truth! But it was too late. Had he known her secret he would have cast her out. She

'Years and years afterwards, when she became mistress of a fortune and estates by her father's death, she

formed the weak scheme of having near her the son whom, in her father's lifetime, she had been forbidden

'By such toilsome labour as this I got him here as my steward. And I wanted to see him YOUR HUSBAND,

Cytherea!the husband of my true lover's child. It was a sweet dream to me. . . . Pity meO, pity me! To

'I suppose you must leave me againyou always leave me,' she said, after holding the young woman's hand

Miss Aldclyffe in the jaws of death was Miss Aldclyffe still, though the old fire had degenerated to mere

'Well, of course you cannot stay with me on a sudden like this. . . Go home, or he will be at a loss for things.

And tomorrow morning come again, won't you, dearest, come againwe'll fetch you. But you mustn't stay

now, and put Owen out. O noit would be absurd.' The absorbing concern about trifles of daily routine,

'Stay till I die then, will you not? Yes, till I dieI shan't die till tomorrow.'

'But six is too earlyyou will have to think of your brother's breakfast. Leave Tolchurch at eight, will you?'

Cytherea consented to this. Miss Aldclyffe would never have known had her companion stayed in the house

all night; but the honesty of Cytherea's nature rebelled against even the friendly deceit which such a

An arrangement was come to whereby she was to be taken home in the ponycarriage instead of the

brougham that fetched her; the carriage to put up at Tolchurch farm for the night, and on that account to be in

The third and last instance of Cytherea's subjection to those periodic terrors of the night which had

emphasized her connection with the Aldclyffe name and blood occurred at the present date.

It was about four o'clock in the morning when Cytherea, though most probably dreaming, seemed to

awakeand instantly was transfixed by a sort of spell, that had in it more of awe than of affright. At the foot

of her bed, looking her in the face with an expression of entreaty beyond the power of words to portray, was

the form of Miss Aldclyffewan and distinct. No motion was perceptible in her; but longingearnest

Cytherea believed she exercised her waking judgment as usual in thinking, without a shadow of doubt, that

Miss Aldclyffe stood before her in flesh and blood. Reason was not sufficiently alert to lead Cytherea to ask

'I would have remained with youwhy would you not allow me to stay!' Cytherea exclaimed. The spell was

It was in the grey time of dawn. She trembled in a sweat of disquiet, and not being able to endure the thought

'I ought not to have left Knapwater last night. I wish I had not. I really think I will start at once. She wants

'You had better not. Keep to the time agreed upon. Consider, we should have such a trouble in rousing the

Upon the whole it seemed wiser not to act on a mere fancy. She went to bed again.

An hour later, when Owen was thinking of getting up, a knocking came to the front door. The next minute

something touched the glass of Owen's window. He waitedthe noise was repeated. A little gravel had been

He crossed the room, pulled up the blind, and looked out. A solemn white face was gazing upwards from the

road, expectantly straining to catch the first glimpse of a person within the panes. It was the face of a

Owen saw his errand. There is an unmistakable look in the face of every man who brings tidings of death.

'At ten minutes past four, after another effusion. She knew best, you see, sir. I started directly, by the rector's

The picture presented is the interior of the old belfry of Carriford Church, at ten o'clock in the evening.

Six Carriford men and one stranger are gathered there, beneath the light of a flaring candle stuck on a piece of

wood against the wall. The six Carriford men are the wellknown ringers of the finetoned old bells in the

key of F, which have been music to the ears of Carriford parish and the outlying districts for the last four

hundred years. The stranger is an assistant, who has appeared from nobody knows where.

The six nativesin their shirtsleeves, and without hatspull and catch frantically at the dancing bellropes,

the locks of their hair waving in the breeze created by their quick motions; the stranger, who has the treble

bell, does likewise, but in his right mind and coat. Their everchanging shadows mingle on the wall in an

endless variety of kaleidoscopic forms, and the eyes of all the seven are religiously fixed on a diagram like a

Vividly contrasting with the yellow light of the candle upon the four unplastered walls of the tower, and upon

the faces and clothes of the men, is the scene discernible through the screen beneath the tower archway. At

the extremity of the long mysterious avenue of the nave and chancel can be seen shafts of moonlight

A thorough renovation of the bellringing machinery and accessories had taken place in anticipation of an

interesting event. New ropes had been provided; every bell had been carefully shifted from its carriage, and

the pivots lubricated. Bright red 'sallies' of woollen texturesoft to the hands and easily caughtglowed on

the ropes in place of the old ragged knots, all of which newness in small details only rendered more evident

The triplebobmajor was ended, and the ringers wiped their faces and rolled down their shirtsleeves,

'Piphhhh! A good forty minutes,' said a man with a streaming face, and blowing out his breathone

'Our friend here pulled proper wellthat 'a didseeing he's but a stranger,' said Clerk Crickett, who had just

'What we should ha' done without you words can't tell. The man that d'belong by rights to that there bell is ill

'And now so's,' remarked the fifth ringer, as pertaining to the last allusion, 'we'll finish this drop o' metheglin

'Wi' all my heart,' Clerk Crickett replied. 'And the Lord send if I ha'n't done my duty by Master Teddy

'Ay, ayin ringenbut I was spaken in a spiritual sense o' this mornen's business o' mine up by the chancel

rails there. 'Twas very convenient to lug her here and marry her instead o' doen it at that twopennyhalfpenny

'Ahwell. Money's moneyvery much soveryI always have said it. But 'twas a pretty sight for the

'Well enough 'a mid colour up. 'Tis no small matter for a man to play wi' fire.'

'Thou'rt thinken o' thy wife, clerk,' said Gad Weedy. 'She'll play wi'it again when thou'st got mildewed.'

'Welllet her, God bless her; for I'm but a poor third man, I. The Lord have mercy upon the fourth! . . . Ay,

Teddy's got his own at last. What little white ears that maid hev, to be sure! choose your wife as you choose

your piga small ear and a small talethat was always my joke when I was a merry feller, ahyears

agone now! But Teddy's got her. Poor chap, he was getten as thin as a hermit wi' griefso was she.'

'True'tis nater's law, which no man shall gainsay. Ah, well do I bear in mind what I said to Pa'son

Raunham, about thy mother's family o' seven, Gad, the very first week of his comen here, when I was just in

my prime. "And how many daughters has that poor Weedy got, clerk?" he says. "Six, sir," says I, "and every

one of 'em has a brother!" "Poor woman," says he, "a dozen children!give her this halfsovereign from me,

clerk." 'A laughed a good five minutes afterwards, when he found out my merry nater'a did. But there, 'tis

over wi' me now. Enteren the Church is the ruin of a man's wit for wit's nothen without a faint shadder o' sin.'

'If so be Teddy and the lady had been kept apart for life, they'd both ha' died,' said Gad emphatically.

'It all went proper well,' said the fifth bellringer. 'They didn't flee off to Babylonish placesnot they.' He

struck up an attitude 'Here's Master Springrove standen so: here's the married woman standen likewise;

here they d'walk across to Knapwater House; and there they d'bide in the chimley corner, hard and fast.'

'Yes, 'twas a pretty wedden, and well attended,' added the clerk. 'Here was my lady herselfred as scarlet:

here was Master Springrove, looken as if he half wished he'd never acomeah, poor souls!the men

always do! The women do stand it bestthe maid was in her glory. Though she was so shy the glory shone

'Ay,' said Gad, 'and there was Tim Tankins and his five journeymen carpenters, standen on tiptoe and peepen

in at the chancel winders. There was Dairyman Dodman waiten in his new springcart to see 'em come

outwhip in handthat 'a was. Then up comes two master tailors. Then there was Christopher Runt wi' his

pickaxe and shovel. There was wimmenfolk and there was menfolk traypsen up and down church'ard till

they wore a path wi' traypsen soletten the squallen children slip down through their arms and nearly

skinnen o' em. And these were all over and above the gentry and Sundayclothes folk inside. Well, I seed Mr.

Graye at last dressed up quite the dand. "Well, Mr. Graye," says I from the top o' church'ard wall, "how's

yerself?" Mr. Graye never spokehe'd prided away his hearen. Seize the man, I didn' want en to spak. Teddy

hears it, and turns round: "All right, Gad!" says he, and laughed like a boy. There's more in Teddy.'

'Well,' said Clerk Crickett, turning to the man in black, 'now you've been among us so long, and d'know us so

'I am no trade,' said the thin man, smiling, 'and I came to see the wickedness of the land.'

'I said thou wast one o' the devil's brood wi' thy black clothes,' replied a sturdy ringer, who had not spoken

'No, the truth is,' said the thin man, retracting at this horrible translation, 'I came for a walk because it is a fine

The candle was inverted in the socket, and the whole party stepped out into the churchyard. The moon was

shining within a day or two of full, and just overlooked the three or four vast yews that stood on the

southeast side of the church, and rose in unvaried and flat darkness against the illuminated atmosphere

'Goodnight,' the clerk said to his comrades, when the door was locked. 'My nearest way is through the park.'

The two men went over a stile to the west, the remainder of the party going into the road on the opposite side.

'And so the romance has ended well,' the clerk's companion remarked, as they brushed along through the

'Now look here, neighbour,' said Clerk Crickett, 'if so be you'll tell me what your line o' life is, and your

purpose in comen here today, I'll tell you the truth about the wedden particulars.'

''Tis a bargain; and this is the right o' the story. When Miss Aldclyffe's will was opened, it was found to have

been drawn up on the very day that Manston (her lovechild) married Miss Cytherea Graye. And this is what

that deep woman did. Deep? she was as deep as the North Star. She bequeathed all her property, real and

personal, to "THE WIFE OF AENEAS MANSTON" (with one exception): failen her life to her husband:

failen his life to the heirs of his headbody I would say: failen them to her absolutely and her heirs for ever:

failen these to Pa'son Raunham, and so on to the end o' the human race. Now do you see the depth of her

scheme? Why, although upon the surface it appeared her whole property was for Miss Cytherea, by the word

"wife" being used, and not Cytherea's name, whoever was the wife o' Manston would come in for't. Wasn't

that rale depth? It was done, of course, that her son AEneas, under any circumstances, should be master o' the

property, without folk knowen it was her son or suspecting anything, as they would if it had been left to en

'And Miss Cytherea was now Manston's widow and only relative, and inherited all absolutely.'

'True, she did. "Well," says she, "I shan't have it" (she didn't like the notion o' getten anything through

Manston, naturally enough, pretty dear). She waived her right in favour o' Mr. Raunham. Now, if there's a

man in the world that d'care nothen about landI don't say there is, but IF there is'tis our pa'son. He's like

a snail. He's agrowed so to the shape o' that there rectory that 'a wouldn' think o' leaven it even in name.

"'Tis yours, Miss Graye," says he. "No, 'tis yours," says she. "'Tis'n' mine," says he. The Crown had cast his

eyes upon the case, thinken o' forfeiture by felonybut 'twas no such thing, and 'a gied it up, too. Did you

ever hear such a tale?three people, a man and a woman, and a Crownneither o' em in a

madhouseflingen an estate backwards and forwards like an apple or nut? Well, it ended in this way. Mr.

Raunham took it: young Springrove was had as agent and steward, and put to live in Knapwater House, close

here at hand just as if 'twas his own. He does just what he'd likeMr. Raunham never interferenand

hither today he's brought his new wife, Cytherea. And a settlement ha' been drawn up this very day,

whereby their children, heirs, and cetrer, be to inherit after Mr. Raunham's death. Good fortune came at last.

Her brother, too, is doen well. He came in first man in some architectural competition, and is about to move

to London. Here's the house, look. Stap out from these bushes, and you'll get a clear sight o't.'

They emerged from the shrubbery, breaking off towards the lake, and down the south slope. When they

It was a magnificent picture of the English countryhouse. The whole of the severe regular front, with its

columns and cornices, was built of a white smoothlyfaced freestone, which appeared in the rays of the moon

as pure as Pentelic marble. The sole objects in the scene rivalling the fairness of the facade were a dozen

At this moment the central door at the top of the steps was opened, and two figures advanced into the light.

Two contrasting figures were they. A young lithe woman in an airy fairy dressCytherea Springrove: a

They stood at the top of the steps together, looking at the moon, the water, and the general loveliness of the

'That's the married man and wifethere, I've illustrated my story by rale liven specimens,' the clerk

'To be sure, how close together they do stand! You couldn' slip a pennypiece between 'emthat you

couldn'! Beautiful to see it, isn't itbeautiful!. . . But this is a private path, and we won't let 'em see us, as all

The speaker and his companion softly moved on, passed through the wicket, and into the coachroad.

Arrived at the clerk's house at the further boundary of the park, they paused to part.

'Now for your half o' the bargain,' said Clerk Crickett. 'What's your line o' life, and what d'ye come here for?'

'I'm the reporter to the Casterbridge Chronicle, and I come to pick up the news. Goodnight.'

Meanwhile Edward and Cytherea, after lingering on the steps for several minutes, slowly descended the slope

'O, Edward,' said Cytherea, 'you must do something that has just come into my head!'

'Yesgive me one halfminute's row on the lake here now, just as you did on Budmouth Bay three years

He handed her into the boat, and almost noiselessly pulled off from shore. When they were halfway

'Ah, darling, I remember exactly how I kissed you that first time,' said Springrove. 'You were there as you are

now. I unshipped the sculls in this way. Then I turned round and sat beside youin this way. Then I put my

'But, dearestyou pressed it round if you remember; and of course I couldn't then help letting it come to

'And then I put my cheek against that cheek, and turned my two lips round upon those two lips, and kissed