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 THE OLD FACTORY,' ' RED RYVIN'GTON,' ' THE PHANTOM CITY. 
 
 'TWO PINCHES OF SNL'FF,' ETC. 
 
 IN THREE VOLUMES 
 VOL. I. 
 
 U o n U o 11 
 
 CHATTO & WINDUS, PICCADILLY 
 
 1892
 
 Copyrighted in the United States by J. W. Lovell Company.
 
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 C. E. GKEEN, Esq., 
 
 field-master of the e. f. h., 
 
 and foremost in many a gallant chase, 
 
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 CONTENTS OF VOL. I. 
 
 CHAPTER PAGE 
 
 I. MRS. PRINCE'S PRESENTIMENT 1 
 
 II. peploe's proposal - - . - 18 
 
 III. SOWING THE WIND 37 
 
 IV. THE BROTHERS 59 
 
 V. THE MEET ------ 79 
 
 VI. THE RUN ------- 90 
 
 VII. GOING HOME Ill 
 
 VIII. THE BLESSING 130 
 
 ix. mrs. Lincoln's plan - - - - 156 
 
 X. WELL SAVED 173 
 
 XI. THEIR FIRST TRYST ----- 189 
 
 XII. THROWN OUT 211 
 
 XIII. JEALOUS 221 
 
 xiv. lillywhite's demand - 240
 
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 CHAPTER I. 
 
 mrs. prince's presentiment. 
 
 The hall of an old-fashioned country-house. 
 Background, a massive oaken staircase ; 
 on the walls, several handsomely-framed 
 prints ; and a trophy, composed of a fox's 
 mask and half-a-dozen ' brushes ' and stags' 
 antlers arranged as a hat-stand. In the fore- 
 ground vases filled with ferns and flowers. 
 
 The comely couple standing in the sun- 
 light, which streams in through the door- 
 way, are the master and mistress of the 
 house, Leonard Prince and Dorothy, his 
 wife. He is drawing on his gloves, she 
 
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 putting a gardenia in his button - hole. 
 Mrs. Prince is the stouter, albeit not the 
 taller of the two, a matron of somewhat 
 imposing presence, well favoured, with dark 
 eyes and a fair skin. Mr. Prince, not 
 having thickened with age like his spouse, 
 looks younger than his years, which are far 
 on in the fifties ; his hair and mutton-chop 
 whiskers are turning white, his comely face 
 is bright with health and high spirits, and 
 his keen gray eyes, strong white teeth and 
 square jaws bespeak a vigorous constitution, 
 a sanguine temperament, and an energetic 
 character. 
 
 ' Thank you very much, my dear,' says 
 Mr. Prince, as his wife hands him his hat. 
 ' I think I hear Tommy's step on the gravel. 
 Come with me as far as the lodge gates/ 
 
 Mrs. Prince put on her garden hat, and 
 the two went out together at the open door. 
 
 Tommy, Mr. Prince's hack, an old 
 favourite, who knew his business so well 
 that he always came to be mounted without
 
 MRS. PRINCE'S PRESENTIMENT 3 
 
 being led, was waiting: for his master. Mrs. 
 Prince stroked his neck, gave him a piece 
 of sugar, and the three walked slowly down 
 the avenue. 
 
 Mr. Prince cast a backward longing glance 
 at the house, as though he were sorry to 
 leave it, even for the dav ; and well he might 
 be, for it was a glorious morning, and Holm- 
 croft, with its red brick walls, tiled roof, 
 clustering ivy and rose-crowned porch, and 
 in its fair setting of shrubberies and gardens, 
 never looked more charming and picturesque. 
 
 ' Yes, it is a dear, beautiful old place,' 
 said Mrs. Prince, following her husband's 
 eve and reading his thoughts. - Yet what a 
 wilderness it was when we first came here, 
 nearly thirty years since !' 
 
 ' So it was ; and since we were first 
 married ; we have a great deal to be thankful 
 for.' 
 
 ' We have, indeed. God has been very 
 good to us, and if we are permitted to end 
 our davs here '
 
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 ' If I had reason to fear we should not, I 
 think it would break my heart.' 
 
 ' And mine. However, we need not talk 
 about ending our days. Neither of us is so 
 very old yet. You are the youngest man of 
 your years in the county, and Mr. Vayle 
 was saying only the other day that you rode 
 as straight as when you were thirty.' 
 
 ' And you walk as straight, Dorothy. 
 While, as for your looks ' 
 
 'No more, " an thou lovest me." You 
 might suppose I was fishing for a compli- 
 ment. Shall you be home late to-night ?' 
 
 ' No, Monday is generally an easy day at 
 the office ; and if there isn't much doing I 
 mean to return early and do some jack 
 fishing before dinner.' 
 
 ' It seems rather a long time since we 
 heard from Jack, doesn't it ?' 
 
 Mr. Prince smiled ; he was amused that 
 his mention of jack fishing should remind 
 his wife of their eldest son, but he answered 
 gravely :
 
 MRS. PRINCE'S PRESENTIMENT 5 
 
 1 Well, I don't know. It seems only the 
 other day that you had a letter from him.' 
 
 ' It is nearly three weeks since.' 
 
 ' Dear me, how time flies ! I suppose he 
 has been too busy.' 
 
 ' I am sure he has not been so busy that 
 he could not find time to write to his 
 mother. I hope he is not going wrong 
 again, Leonard.' 
 
 ' Why should you think so ? Peploe 
 speaks of him in the highest terms. He is 
 very steady and regular, and is becoming 
 quite an adept at underwriting, they say. 
 They are quite willing to take him in as junior 
 partner next year if I find two thou. I 
 think by that time I shall be able to do 
 it, with a little effort, and I don't see why 
 I should not. They are a young firm, I 
 know ; but Peploe and Pope are both honour- 
 able and enterprising, and it is a chance not 
 to be missed.' 
 
 ' I hope Jack will prove himself worthy of 
 it, but my mind misgives me.'
 
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 ' Because he has not written to you for a 
 fortnight ?' 
 
 ' Not that only, though it is a bad sign. 
 In his letters lately there has been something 
 that I cannot define, which has made me 
 very uneasy. Moreover, in my last letter 
 to him, written nearly three weeks ago, I 
 put some very pointed questions, which he 
 has not thought fit to answer — another 
 bad sign. And you know how facile and 
 impulsive he is ; and he has gone wrong 
 before. My fear is that he may be running 
 into debt. He was always a spend- 
 thrift.' 
 
 ' You are over-anxious, Dorothy. True, 
 Jack has gone wrong before, as you say, 
 and given us no end of trouble. But he has 
 many redeeming qualities — he has never 
 done anything dishonourable, or taken to 
 drink ; he is sharp and clever, too, and very 
 affectionate. Moreover, for three years his 
 conduct has been quite irreproachable ; his 
 employers speak well of him ; and I think
 
 MRS. PRINCE'S PRESENTIMENT 7 
 
 we may safely conclude that he has sown his 
 wild oats.' 
 
 ' Well, I am perhaps mistaken. Let us 
 say no more about it, and hope for the best, 
 and if Jack had been like Ned and Charlie, 
 we should have been almost too happy. One 
 must have a cross, I suppose. Here we 
 are at the lodge-gates. T shall expect you 
 about four. Good-bye, dear.' 
 
 ' Good-bye, dear,' echoed Mr. Prince, and 
 then, after kissing his wife, rode off slowly 
 and pensive. 
 
 ' I hope I have not made Leonard un- 
 happy with my croakings,' thought Mrs. 
 Prince to herself, as she wended up the 
 avenue. ' But I have had misgivings about 
 Jack for some time, and I did no more than 
 my duty in telling Leonard. It is not as if 
 I had no warrant for my fears. I know 
 Jack better than he does. His letters have 
 not been sincere this month or more ; and, 
 if he could have answered my queries, he 
 would have done so. Of that I am sure.
 
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 In spite of our exhortations, I fear — nay, I 
 am almost sure — that he has been getting 
 into debt. I will write again to-day and 
 insist on an answer, and if it is not forth- 
 coming his father shall go to Liverpool and 
 see him.' 
 
 Meanwhile, Mr. Prince was mentally 
 accusing his wife of being fidgety and too 
 prone to look on the dark side of things. 
 
 ' What if Jack has been wild ?' he 
 thought. ' Many a young fellow who has 
 been wild turns out well. And if there 
 were anything wrong, Peploe and Pope 
 would be sure to let me know. All the 
 same, he should answer his mother's letters, 
 and when I get to the office I will write and 
 tell him so.' 
 
 And then Mr. Prince, dismissing the sub- 
 ject from his mind and turning Tommy on 
 the turfy side of the road, cantered gaily 
 towards Peele. 
 
 Jack, their eldest son, had been a trouble 
 to his parents from his youth upwards. In
 
 MRS. PRINCE'S PRESENTIMENT 9 
 
 addition to minor scrapes, he was expelled 
 from a public school, and, after spending a 
 term or two at Cambridge, ran off, worked 
 his way in a sailing-ship to Australia, and a 
 few years later returned to Holmcroft, peni- 
 tent and ashamed. The experience did him 
 good — his father thought it had worked a 
 radical change in his character — and, after a 
 few months' probation at home, Mr. Prince 
 got the repentant prodigal a place with 
 Peploe and Pope, a Liverpool firm of ship 
 and insurance brokers, where the knowledge 
 of shipping and commerce which he had 
 gained on his voyages and at Melbourne 
 stood him in good stead, and being bright 
 and intelligent withal, and having that 
 capacity for making friends so common with 
 most scrapegraces, he was not long in 
 winning the confidence of his employers and 
 obtaining a leading position in their office. 
 
 His father, though greatly disappointed 
 (he had intended him for the Bar), laid the 
 flattering unction to his soul that Jack was
 
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 on the high road to fortune, and would 
 give him no more trouble — an opinion, how- 
 ever, in which, as we have seen, his wife did 
 not share. 
 
 Of their two other sons, Edward, the elder, 
 is rounding off his legal education in the 
 office of his father's London agent, and 
 Charlie, in the intervals of shooting, fishing, 
 and hunting, is serving his articles in the 
 paternal establishment. 
 
 As Mr. Prince rides up the High Street 
 of Peele, which straggles over a low hill, 
 topped by the ruins of an ancient castle, he 
 is greeted by all and sundry. Common folks 
 touch their hats to him, others nod fami- 
 liarly and say, ' Good-morning, Mr. Prince.' 
 For the master of Holmcroft is the most 
 popular and influential man in the town — 
 leading solicitor, Clerk of the Peace, clerk 
 to the Justices and Board of Guardians, and 
 agent to Lord Hermitage, the largest land- 
 owner in those parts. He has been several 
 times mayor, and no candidate for the
 
 MRS. PRINCE'S PRESENTIMENT u 
 
 suffrages of the ' free and independent ' 
 burgesses of the borough whom he does not 
 support has much chance of becoming its 
 representative in Parliament. 
 
 His friend, Mr. Lincoln (of the great 
 American firm of Lyman, Lincoln, and 
 Jump), who has a country seat in the 
 neighbourhood, calls him ' the Boss of 
 Peele.' 
 
 He is, moreover, supposed to be well off — 
 keeps a stud of hunters, lives in good style, 
 and gives liberally to local charities. His 
 legal business is of the lucrative sort so much 
 desired by solicitors — mainly conveyancing ; 
 he is the trusted adviser of all the squires 
 and farmers in the country-side, and, save in 
 litigious cases, never had a bill taxed in his 
 life, nor has he ever consented to take up an 
 unclean case or accept a disreputable client. 
 
 Mr. Prince reins up before an old- 
 fashioned house in the High Street, throws 
 his rioht leg" over his horse's withers, and 
 drops lightly on the pavement. On this
 
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 Tommy goes off to his stable, and his master 
 walks briskly into his office, the old-fashioned 
 house aforesaid. The brass plate on the 
 door bears the inscription : 
 
 ' Prince and Prince, Solicitors.' 
 
 The Princes in question were Mr. Leonard 
 Prince's father and uncle, to whose business 
 he succeeded many years previously. They 
 have been long dead, but he likes to keep up 
 the old style, the more especially as he has 
 good reason to believe that his sons will 
 succeed him in turn, and the firm become in 
 reality as in name, ' Prince and Prince ' 
 once more. 
 
 After looking in at the general office and 
 the estate office, and seeing that all the clerks 
 are at work, and bidding them good-morn- 
 ing, Mr. Prince enters his own room, where 
 he is presently joined by Mr. Lilly white, his 
 managing clerk. 
 
 A queer-looking gentleman was Mr. Lilly - 
 white. People said he had the longest head
 
 MRS. PRINCE'S PRESENTIMENT 13 
 
 in all Peele. He had certainly the biggest 
 nose, and it was the only part of his face 
 which blushed or otherwise showed emotion, 
 the rest of his visage being as sallow and 
 expressionless as a piece of his own parch- 
 ment. The nose, however, was all expres- 
 sion. It moved when he talked, wobbled 
 when he laughed, and trembled when he 
 swore. Its hue changed with the days of 
 the week. On a Monday morning it was 
 terra-cotta red ; by Wednesday it toned 
 down to light purple ; on Saturday it was 
 generally light blue. These remarkable 
 variations were conceivably due to the fact 
 that Mr. Lillywhite made a rule of drinking 
 a bottle of old port with his Sunday dinner, 
 and with his other dinners only beer. The 
 managing clerk was further distinguished by 
 the length of his body, and the phenomenal 
 bareness of his face and head, the only hair 
 of which he could boast being a single yellow 
 tuft on the top of his cranium, which he 
 humorously called his scalp lock.
 
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 ' Anything new this morning, Lilly white ?' 
 asked Mr. Prince as he opened his letters. 
 
 ' Nothing particular ; Mr. Juniper called. 
 He wants another will making.' 
 
 ' The deuce he does ! Why, that will be 
 the second this year, won't it ?' 
 
 ' The third. He is a good man, Mr. 
 Juniper, always thinking about his latter 
 end. However, it amuses him and pays us. 
 This is a free country, and a man has a right 
 to make as many wills as he likes.' 
 
 ' Well, prepare the draft, and let him 
 have it at once. Has anyone else called ?' 
 
 ' A gentleman, who seemed rather anxious 
 to see you. He was here when I came. 
 Said he would call again shortly, but refused 
 to give his name.' 
 
 ' A stranger, then ?' 
 
 * He must be ; I never saw him be- 
 fore.' 
 
 ' Probably a commercial traveller, who 
 wants us to recover a debt for his house.' 
 
 ' I don't think so. He does not look like
 
 MRS. PRINCE'S PRESENTIMENT 15 
 
 one. Besides, in that case he would have 
 told me his business. Shall I send him in to 
 you if he comes again ?' 
 
 ' By all means.' 
 
 ' Well, I think I'll go and prepare this 
 draft. It will be little more than a copy of 
 the previous will, with a few variations.' 
 
 Whereupon Mr. Lillywhite withdrew ; 
 but the door had hardly closed behind him 
 when he was back a^ain. 
 
 ' Here he is, Mr. Prince,' he whispered. 
 ' Just come in at the front door. . . . This 
 way, sir. Mr. Prince has arrived.' 
 
 And then there entered a tall, red-haired 
 gentleman in a tweed travelling suit, closely 
 followed by the managing clerk. 
 
 1 God bless me, Mr. Peploe !' exclaimed 
 Mr. Prince, rising from his chair with a look 
 of blank surprise. ' How are you V 
 
 ' As well as can be expected, thank you, 
 seeing that I have been travelling all night. 
 Could I have a word with you, Mr. Prince V 
 glancing at Lillywhite.
 
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 The head clerk took the hint, and with- 
 drew a second time. 
 
 ' Peploe, Peploe,' he murmured, ' Peploe 
 and Pope, one of Jack's masters. What's 
 up now, I wonder ?' 
 
 ' Pray take a seat, Mr. Peploe,' said Mr. 
 Prince seriously, for he thought of his wife 
 and feared that this visit boded no good. 
 Peploe was a busy man. It was no light 
 cause that brought him all the way from 
 Liverpool to Peele. ' How did you leave 
 Jack ?' 
 
 1 1 did not leave him at all. He left us.' 
 
 < Left you ? How, Mr. Peploe ?' 
 
 ' In the lurch. You will excuse my blunt- 
 ness, Mr. Prince, But I have neither time 
 nor inclination just now to beat about the 
 bush. I must come to the point at once. 
 Your son has robbed us — that is why I am 
 here to-day.' 
 
 Mr. Prince turned as white as a sheet, 
 and fell back in his chair as though he had 
 been struck.
 
 MRS. PRINCE'S PRESENTIMENT 17 
 
 ' Robbed you ! No, no, Mr. Peploe ! 
 That is impossible. Jack may have been a 
 little wild and extravagant, perhaps ; but 
 not dishonest. Don't say he has been dis- 
 honest.' 
 
 ' I wish to God he had not. But there, 
 see for yourself.' 
 
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 CHAPTER II. 
 
 peploe's proposal. 
 
 Mr. Peploe took from his pocket-book two 
 documents, and laid them on Mr. Prince's 
 desk. 
 
 One was a wildly incoherent letter from 
 Jack, in which, with many expressions of 
 contrition, the writer acknowledged having 
 abused his employers' confidence and 'taken' 
 a large sum of money — lost on the Stock 
 Exchange and betting : he must have been 
 mad, but he would pay them back every 
 penny, so help him God ! he would. He 
 ended by begging them to say nothing to 
 his father. 
 
 The other document was to the following 
 effect :
 
 PEPLOE'S PROPOSAL i 9 
 
 ' Private and Confidential. 
 
 ' Messrs. Peploe and Pope. 
 
 ' Dear Sirs, — I have gone through 
 your books, and find that the defalcations 
 directly traceable to Mr. John Prince amount 
 to the sum of £19,45 17s. 6d.— Yours 
 truly, 
 
 ' Henry Tanner, Accountant.' 
 
 Mr. Prince gazed at these letters like one 
 fascinated, and his hand trembled so that he 
 could scarcely hold them. He knew from 
 the first that Peploe was the bearer of bad 
 news, but the reality surpassed his worst 
 forebodings. His eldest son a felon and a 
 fugitive from justice ! He would rather 
 have heard that Jack had died by his own 
 hand. Yet, even in that moment of un- 
 speakable mental anguish, Leonard Prince's 
 first thought was of his wife. What would 
 she say ? How would she bear it ? How 
 should he tell her ? he asked himself.
 
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 ' But you — how ?' he said at length, in a 
 husky voice. 
 
 ' I know what you mean/ answered Mr. 
 Peploe. ' You mean, how came we to let 
 him rob us to the tune of nearly twenty 
 thousand pounds ? Well, we were fools ; 
 there is no doubt about that. People are 
 fools sometimes. But he got on the blind 
 side of us, that's a fact. And it never 
 occurred to us that such a bright, seemingly 
 straightforward young fellow, so respectably 
 connected, too, could be otherwise than 
 honest. The worst of it is that it is not our 
 money he has taken.' 
 
 ' Not your own money ?' 
 
 ' No ; it is clients' money. You know the 
 nature of our business. We underwrite the 
 names of a number of friends to policies, and 
 the accumulated premiums form a fund for the 
 payment of losses. If the premiums exceed 
 the losses, the profit goes to the under- 
 writers, less our commission ; if the losses 
 exceed the premiums, the underwriters have
 
 PEPLOE'S PROPOSAL 21 
 
 to make up the difference. We have the 
 handling of the money, which we invest on 
 the best terms we can obtain, compatible 
 with good security. Latterly this branch 
 of the business has been managed by your 
 son, under our directions. I am afraid, 
 though, we did not look as sharply after 
 him as we should have done. But, as I 
 said just now, we never thought that a man 
 so respectably connected, and of whom we 
 thought so highly that we were going to 
 take him into partnership, would go wrong. 
 He was so diligent, too, and regular in his 
 attendance at the office — would not even 
 take a holiday. I know why now. If he 
 had, he would have been found out. Well, 
 last Saturday he went yachting with some 
 friends, and intended to be back on Sunday 
 night or Monday morning ; but the yacht 
 got into trouble off the Welsh coast, and 
 Prince did not turn up at the office on 
 Monday. Now, it so happened that on the 
 same day I received notice of several claims;
 
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 also I heard that a steamer in which we 
 were rather largely interested had come to 
 grief in the Channel. Knowing we should 
 want money, and a lot of it — when claims 
 are concerned, it never rains but it pours — 
 I called at a bank where we had, or rather 
 should have had, ten thousand pounds on 
 deposit, and gave notice of withdrawal. I 
 was told that nearly half of it had already 
 been withdrawn in various amounts and at 
 intervals extending over several weeks. 
 Though surprised, I was not alarmed. I 
 merely thought that Prince had changed 
 the investment for some good reason, and 
 blamed him only for not informing me. 
 But when I found that the books contained 
 no entry of the withdrawals, the possibility 
 of something being wrong dawned on my 
 mind. As the day went on, my uneasiness 
 increased ; and as soon as I could get away 
 from the office, I called at your son's 
 lodgings. He had not returned. In the 
 course of the evening I called three times,
 
 PEPLOE'S PROPOSAL 23 
 
 always with the same result. When I 
 called again next morning, I learned that he 
 did not return till midnight, and must have 
 left shortly afterwards. At any rate, he 
 had not been in bed. My visits had alarmed 
 him ; perhaps, also, he had heard of the loss 
 of the Cyclops, and knew that, in view of 
 our financial requirements, his frauds could 
 no longer be concealed. Anyhow, I have 
 not seen him since last Saturday. That 
 note came by post.' 
 
 ' The wretched, misguided bov !' groaned 
 
 © O © 
 
 Mr. Prince. ' Have you any idea where he 
 is?' 
 
 * Well, I am afraid I could not give you 
 his correct address at this moment. But I 
 don't doubt that, if I tried, I could lay my 
 hands on him.' 
 
 In saying this, Mr. Peploe went rather 
 beyond the mark. He had not the faintest 
 idea what was become of Jack, but it did 
 not just then suit his purpose to say so. 
 
 ' Do you propose to prosecute ?' asked
 
 24 TRUST-MONEY 
 
 Mr. Prince in a voice which showed how 
 much the effort cost him. 
 
 ' Well, that depends on circumstances. 
 We might, you know. Your son has be- 
 haved shamefully, there is no doubt about 
 that. We trusted him, and he has betrayed 
 us. All the same, we have no wish to go 
 to extremities, and if we could be met ' 
 
 ' If you could be met ! Pray be explicit, 
 Mr. Peploe,' said Mr. Prince, looking as if 
 he had no idea what the other was driving 
 at, though he knew only too well. 
 
 ' Explicit ! Oh yes, I will be explicit. 
 It is very easy to be explicit in an affair of 
 this sort. As I remarked just now, we 
 have no desire to prosecute. But unless 
 we can have fifteen thousand pounds within 
 the next four days — say by next Tuesday, 
 at the latest — we must pull up, and then 
 everything will be exposed, and we shall be 
 forced to hunt your son down and prosecute 
 him, if only for our own justification ; and 
 as it is a case of forgery as well as em-
 
 PEPLOE'S PROPOSAL 25 
 
 bezzlement, we can fetch him back from 
 America, or anywhere else — if he goes out 
 of the country.' 
 
 ' Forgery ! Good heavens !' 
 
 * Yes, it is mostly embezzlement ; but 
 there are one or two undoubted cases of 
 forgery. It would be a terrible scandal for 
 all of us. But if we can be met, nobody 
 need be the wiser. Tanner is sworn to 
 secrecy, so to speak ; and you may be sure 
 we won't split. If this got wind we should 
 lose half our underwriters, and our credit 
 would be ruined. Can you find us fifteen 
 thousand pounds between this and next 
 Tuesday, Mr. Prince ? I am not in a 
 position to make any promises about paying 
 you back — we shall have to lose nearly 
 five thousand ourselves, and we are only a 
 young firm — but we would try to pay you a 
 moderate interest. What do you say, Mr. 
 Prince — will you do it V 
 
 ' It is not a question of will, Mr. Peploe. 
 I am grieved beyond measure ; I am mi-
 
 26 TRUST-MONEY 
 
 speakably humiliated that a son of mine 
 should have done you this wrong. It adds 
 to my grief that his wrongdoing may entail 
 your ruin, but I cannot do what you wish.' 
 
 Peploe's saturnine face flushed with anger 
 and disappointment. 
 
 ' That means you won't,' he exclaimed 
 angrily. ' I know fifteen thousand is a big 
 lump. But just consider the consequences 
 of your refusal. Our ruin is a minor con- 
 sideration. We should have looked better 
 after our business, I admit ; but, having 
 regard to the circumstances, I don't think 
 the creditors will be very hard on us. They 
 will let us make a fresh start. But think 
 of your son in a felon's dock — he is sure to 
 get ten years at least — think of the scandal 
 it will cause ! You are a great man here, I 
 am told. How will you look your towns- 
 men in the face when they know that your 
 
 eldest son ' 
 
 ' Mind what you say, sir, or ' ex- 
 claimed Mr. Prince, springing from his chair
 
 PEPLOE' S PROPOSAL 
 
 27 
 
 as though he were minded to resent the 
 insult with a blow, or show the insulter 
 to the door. 
 
 Then he sank down and bowed his head. 
 The man had only spoken the truth. 
 
 ' You feel it keenly. I knew you would. 
 What father would not ?' returned Peploe 
 soothingly. ' All the more reason for letting 
 us have this money. It will be well laid 
 out, and we are asking nothing unreasonable ; 
 we will pay you interest. My partner said 
 to me the last thing before I came away, 
 " Be sure," he said, " you don't ask the old 
 gentleman anything unreasonable, Sam. It 
 is not hush-money we want, only help." 
 
 Mr. Prince winced. He prided himself 
 on the comparative youthfulness of his ap- 
 pearance, and it went against the grain to 
 know that these Liverpool people spoke of 
 him as ' the old gentleman.' 
 
 ' Reasonable or unreasonable, I am unable 
 to do it, Mr. Peploe,' he returned sharply. 
 * I don't say I would not if I could. But
 
 28 TRUST-MONEY 
 
 as I unfortunately don't happen to have 
 fifteen thousand pounds in my pocket or at 
 
 my banker's ' 
 
 ' I did not suppose you had, Mr. Prince. 
 But there are ways and means. A gentle- 
 man in your position could easily raise as 
 much. Anyhow, I should think so.' 
 ' Not in four or five days ?' 
 i We might perhaps make it seven.' 
 1 Nor in seven, nor in fourteen days.' 
 1 In that case there is nothing more to be 
 said,' observed Peploe, rising from his chair. 
 ' Things must take their course, I suppose.' 
 
 Mr. Prince made no answer. It seemed 
 useless to prolong the interview, and he 
 wanted Peploe to go. He was beginning 
 to hate the man, and he wanted to be 
 alone. 
 
 ' Things must take their course, I sup- 
 pose,' repeated the persistent Liverpudlian. 
 ' But perhaps you may think better of it, 
 after all. And if you do — if you see your 
 way, you know — you will, perhaps, be good
 
 PEPLOE'S PROPOSAL 29 
 
 enough to telegraph to our office in Liver- 
 pool. We won't take any action before 
 Friday, but the sooner the better. One 
 word will do — " Arranged." We shall 
 understand.' 
 
 ' I can hold out no encouragement, Mr. 
 Peploe ; none whatever. Nevertheless, if I 
 should see my way, I will telegraph, as you 
 say.' 
 
 Peploe's countenance brightened. Like 
 drowning men, the financially embarrassed 
 catch at straws, and though, fairly con- 
 sidered, the lawyer's concluding observa- 
 tion offered little ground for hope, Peploe 
 went away comforted, and little doubting 
 that, on his arrival at Liverpool, he should 
 find awaiting him the telegram whose de- 
 spatch he had suggested. 
 
 When the door closed behind his visitor, 
 Mr. Prince leaned back in his chair and 
 wiped the perspiration from his brow. He 
 had undergone the most painful experience 
 of his life, and there was worse in store.
 
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 How should he break the news to his wife ? 
 If he could spare her, he would. But it 
 was impossible. Know she must. In a 
 week the secret would be out. For though 
 he had not liked to say so in express terms, 
 it was as much out of his power to find 
 fifteen thousand pounds in four days — or 
 four months — as to find fifty thousand. 
 Contrary to the general belief, a belief which 
 he rather encouraged, Mr. Prince was not 
 rich. He had a good income, and he lived 
 up to it. Beyond the two or three thou- 
 sand pounds which he employed in his 
 business for temporary advances to his 
 clients, and so forth, and which he could 
 neither well spare nor immediately realize, 
 he had very little laid by. He had always 
 looked on his business as an estate, which 
 he could bequeath to his sons as his father 
 had bequeathed it to him. His wife was 
 provided for by a marriage settlement and a 
 policy of insurance on his life. He had not 
 thought it necessary to economize, and,
 
 PEPLOE'S PROPOSAL 31 
 
 though not a thriftless man, it gave him 
 less pleasure to accumulate than to spend. 
 But now he bitterly regretted that he had 
 not been more provident, for he would 
 gladly have paid twice, nay, thrice fifteen 
 thousand pounds, to avert the disaster with 
 which he was threatened. 
 
 Only a few days, and, as Peploe said, he 
 would be unable to look his neighbours in 
 the face. The hue and cry after Jack, the 
 story of his defalcations told in every paper 
 in the land, the trial and sentence (for he 
 was sure to be taken), the consternation of 
 friends, the exultation of the envious, the 
 joy of political opponents — all this was 
 torture even in the thought. What would 
 it be in reality ? 
 
 Moreover, the scandal could hardly fail to 
 injure his business and imperil his position, 
 and Mr. Prince valued his position hardly 
 less than he valued his life. Better leave 
 Peele altogether. And yet leaving Peele 
 would be the end of the world. There was
 
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 no other spot in it where for him and his 
 life would be worth living. 
 
 A knock at the door. 
 
 ' Come in/ said Mr. Prince, taking a 
 paper at random from the pile before him. 
 
 When Mr. Lillywhite entered the room, 
 his principal was deep in the perusal of 
 counsel's opinion in the matter of ' Towzler 
 v. Towzler and another.' 
 
 * Oh, Mr. Peploe is gone, then ?' said the 
 managing clerk, with well-affected surprise, 
 for he had heard Peploe's departing foot- 
 steps. 
 
 'Yes, he is gone. What is it? Any- 
 thing new ?' 
 
 ' Only that Hutchins wants ten or twelve 
 thousand pounds on the security of his 
 Tanfield property. It is worth half as much 
 again, and as he will pay five per cent, and 
 execute a mortgage for five years, I thought 
 it would be an excellent investment for some 
 of Mrs. Lincoln's trust-money.' 
 
 ' Mrs. Lincoln's money is very well where
 
 PEPLOE'S PROPOSAE 33 
 
 it is. You cannot beat Consols for safety, 
 and one or two per cent, makes no dif- 
 ference to her.' 
 
 1 That is true. All the same, the trans- 
 fer would make good business for the office. 
 Hutchins would stand a procuration fee, and 
 investigating the title and drawing the mort- 
 gage and what not would make a nice 
 penny.' 
 
 ' Right you are, Lilly white ; you have 
 always an eye to the main chance. If I 
 had not you to look after details, it would 
 not be the office it is by a long way. Yes, 
 the transfer would make something nice, 
 and lawyers live on costs, I have heard 
 say.' 
 
 ' Two hundred pounds at the very least.' 
 
 1 All the same, you must bear in mind, 
 my dear Lillywhite, that now Wilmot is 
 dead I am Mrs. Lincoln's sole trustee, and 
 must take the whole responsibility ; and 
 really, you know, I hardly like to change 
 the investment merely to oblige old 
 
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 34 TRUST-MONEY 
 
 Hutchins and put money in my own 
 pocket.' 
 
 ' It won't be merely to put money in 
 your own pocket. It will put money into 
 Mrs. Lincoln's pocket, to the tune of a 
 hundred and thirty or forty pounds a year.' 
 
 ' The Lincolns are so rich, Lillywhite, 
 that they think less of a hundred pounds 
 than I do of six-and-eightpence ; and I 
 have no doubt that if I were to mention it 
 to Mrs. Lincoln she would say, " Leave the 
 money where it is." A trustee cannot be 
 too particular, and my position is all the 
 more delicate in that I am both her trustee 
 and her solicitor ; and so long as I keep the 
 money where it was from the first, nobody 
 can blame me. However, I will think about 
 it, and look at the trust-deed again before 
 deciding. I have not read it for years, 
 and it rather runs in my mind that I am 
 restricted to Consols.' 
 
 ' Tanfield Farm is quite as safe, Mr. 
 Prince.'
 
 PEPLOE'S PROPOSAL 35 
 
 ' Perhaps. Anyhow, I am not going to 
 infringe the trusts of the settlement either 
 to make business for the office or to oblige 
 Mr. Hutchins. I suppose it will do if he 
 gets his answer next week ?' 
 
 1 Oh yes. He is in no hurry ; and if we 
 don't find him the money he can easily get 
 it elsewhere. Anything else, sir ?' 
 
 1 I think not ;' and Mr. Prince turned 
 again to the paper before him. 
 
 Lillywhite took this as a sign of dis- 
 missal, and went away greatly dissatisfied 
 that he had failed to find out the cause of 
 Peploe's visit, and the nature of his busi- 
 ness. He liked to know, and flattered him- 
 self that he did know, everything that went 
 on in the office, and a good deal that went 
 on outside. There were no end of secrets 
 locked up in that long head of his ; never 
 before had his employer kept anything from 
 him ; and considering his position in the 
 office, and his many years' faithful service, 
 he felt that he was being badly used.
 
 36 TRUST-MONEY 
 
 What did it all mean ? Why had Peploe 
 come all the way from Liverpool ? What 
 had passed during his long interview with 
 the governor, and, above all, why was the 
 governor so close ? For years there had 
 not been a difficult or delicate case in the 
 office as to which Mr. Prince had not con- 
 sulted him, and, as often as not, taken his 
 advice. 
 
 1 Well, if he won't tell me, I must find it 
 out for myself,' he thought. ' I must find 
 it out, and it is a queer case that Andrew 
 Lilly white cannot bottom.'
 
 CHAPTER III. 
 
 SOWING THE WIND. 
 
 During the remainder of the day Mr. 
 Prince had little leisure for bhought. 
 Several important clients called ; he was 
 sent for to the Town Hall ; the second post 
 brought him letters which required imme- 
 diate attention ; and when he mounted his 
 nag for the ride home, the clock of St. 
 Dunstan was chiming six. 
 
 It was a fine evening ; the park-like 
 country before him, with its sparkling 
 meads, silvery streams, and hedgerows white 
 with hawthorn, looked exquisitely beautiful. 
 Spring had cast her magic spell over the 
 land ; larks were carolling joyously in the 
 upper air, and the red sun was dipping
 
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 slowly towards the empurpled shades of the 
 distant forest. 
 
 But all these sights and sounds, all this 
 glow of nature, were lost on Leonard Prince. 
 There was no sunshine in his heart ; it was 
 heavy with grief and pain. For the first 
 time in his life he was battling in deep 
 waters. JNever before had he gone home 
 reluctantly, never before looked forward to 
 meeting his wife with apprehension and fear. 
 
 For the hundredth time he asked himself 
 how he should tell her the evil news, tell 
 her that their eldest son was a forger, a thief, 
 and a fugitive from justice, and that in a 
 few days his shame and their own would be 
 published on the housetops. And how 
 would she bear it — she who was more sensi- 
 tive on the point of honour than himself, 
 whose pride was greater even than his own, 
 and who had lavished so much love and 
 tenderness on this unworthy boy ? 
 
 ' It has to be faced,' he murmured ; 'the 
 sooner I get it over the better.'
 
 SOWING THE WIND 39 
 
 So soon as he was clear of the town he 
 touched Tommy with his heel, and the 
 gallant little horse stepped out to such pur- 
 pose that in less than twenty minutes he 
 was at the Holmcroft lodge-gates. 
 
 As Mr. Prince pulled up at the hall- 
 door his wife crossed the lawn with a 
 bunch of freshly-gathered flowers in her 
 hand. 
 
 ' How about the fishing ?' she said, smiling 
 pleasantly. ' I thought you were coming 
 home early to try for some jack V 
 
 ' Fishing ? Well, do you know, I forgot 
 all about it — I have not thought of it 
 since.' 
 
 ' You have been busy, then V 
 
 ' All da}' : every minute occupied. Had 
 to see the Mayor and the Watch Committee 
 about an impending lawsuit ; long con- 
 ference with Thornwood touching that dis- 
 puted water-right, and I don't know what 
 besides.' 
 
 ' You look fagged, and your eyes are
 
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 troubled. You are more than fagged ; 
 you are worried. What is it, Leonard ? 
 Nothing has gone wrong, I hope.' 
 
 ' Yes, Dorothy, something has gone very 
 wrong. But come into my room, dear ; we 
 can talk there more at our ease, and without 
 being observed or overheard.' 
 
 He led the way, and she followed him in 
 silent surprise. The style and furnishing of 
 Mr. Prince's room were in harmony with its 
 owner's tastes and pursuits. On the writing- 
 table law-papers neatly tied and docketed ; 
 on the walls trophies of the chase and en- 
 gravings of famous horses and scenes in 
 the hunting-field ; fishing-rods in one corner, 
 a gun-rack in another. 
 
 Mr. Prince drew up a chair for his wife, 
 then seated himself by her side and took her 
 hand. 
 
 All this preparation and the gravity of 
 her husband's manner naturally alarmed Mrs. 
 Prince. 
 
 ' Good heavens, Leonard !' she gasped.
 
 SOWING THE WIND 41 
 
 ' What is it ? The boys ! Has — are they 
 well ? Tell me quickly !' 
 
 1 I believe so. I have heard nothing to 
 the contrary. But there are worse things 
 than not being well. You have high courage, 
 and you will need it.' 
 
 Mrs. Prince drew a deep breath. 
 
 ' Go on, please. Don't keep me in sus- 
 pense. I can bear anything but that.' 
 
 1 You remember what you said this morn- 
 ing about Jack — that you feared he was 
 going wrong ! I did not share in your fears. 
 But you were right. He has gone wrong, 
 fearfully w r rong ' 
 
 'Oh, Leonard ! What has he done v 
 
 ' Robbed his employers of nearly twenty 
 thousand pounds and absconded.' 
 
 Mrs. Prince neither exclaimed nor turned 
 pale ; she looked dazed and bewildered, as 
 though the stroke had stunned her, and she 
 was unable to grasp the full significance of her 
 husband's words. Then, drawing a long- 
 breath, she put her hands before her eyes
 
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 and remained silent several minutes. Mr. 
 Prince, who had expected a scene, watched 
 her anxiously. 
 
 ' Did you understand, Dorothy ?' he said 
 at length, again taking her hand. 
 
 ' Oh yes, I understood perfectly. This 
 boy of ours — the first I bore you, Leonard — 
 this boy, by whom we set such store, whom 
 we have helped so generously and forgiven 
 so often, has played the thief, and will 
 engulf us in his own ruin. Is this all, 
 Leonard V 
 
 1 All, Dorothy ! Good God ! what would 
 you have ? Yes, it is all.' 
 
 ' He has not been arrested V 
 
 1 Not yet.' 
 
 ' You think he will be, then V 
 
 ' I am sure. Peploe says that unless I 
 can find fifteen thousand pounds within the 
 next five or six days they will put the police 
 on his track, and if they do the odds are a 
 thousand to one against his escape.' 
 
 ' Tell me all about it.'
 
 SOWING THE WIND 43 
 
 Mr. Prince told her of Peploe's visit and 
 his demand. 
 
 ' The money must be found, Leonard.' 
 
 ' Must ! must !' he said bitterly. ' It is 
 easy to say " must." But how — tell me how ? 
 You know that I have not fifteen thousand 
 pounds in the world, or anything like it.' 
 
 ' Cannot you borrow it V 
 
 ' No. What security can I offer ? The 
 bank would let me have two or three thou- 
 sand, I dare say, but that would be of no 
 more use than two or three hundred. These 
 people want fifteen thousand by next Friday, 
 at the latest.' 
 
 ' Mr. Lincoln ?' 
 
 ' I doubt whether Mr. Lincoln would lend 
 me a thousand pounds, rich as he is, and he 
 starts for Liverpool to-morrow morning, en 
 route for New York. I don't see how I 
 could raise the mone} r , though I had a 
 respite of six months instead of six days. It 
 cannot be done. I wish it could.' 
 
 ' It shall be done. It must be done. . . .
 
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 Have I been a good wife to you, Leonard 
 Prince V 
 
 ' Why do you ask so strange a question, 
 Dorothy ? You know that I love the very 
 ground you tread on.' 
 
 ' Have I been a good mother to your 
 children ?' 
 
 ' Ask them — even Jack. But why ' 
 
 1 Well, I would rather give up my life, I 
 would rather follow you to the grave, I would 
 rather see Jack lying dead at my feet, than 
 that this disgrace should befall us ! Do you 
 realize the horror of it V 
 
 ' To the full. A great misfortune has 
 
 o 
 
 come upon us, and we are threatened with 
 a disaster which I see no way of avert- 
 ing.' 
 
 Mrs. Prince wrung her hands, and her 
 white lips twisted convulsively. 
 
 i It must be averted ! There is a way !' 
 she exclaimed wildly. ' You are a man of 
 business. I would do anything — anything ! 
 If you love me, think of something ; for if
 
 SOWING THE WIND 45 
 
 the worst happens, I shall either die or go 
 mad !' 
 
 He leaned his head on his hand, made a 
 desperate effort to compose himself and 
 obey his wife's injunction to ' think of some- 
 thing.' 
 
 When he looked up she placed her hand 
 on his shoulder. 
 
 1 You have thought of something,' she said 
 eagerly. ' What is it ?' 
 
 It was a terrible moment for Leonard 
 Prince. He had inherited from his father 
 a healthy body and a sane mind, and a nature 
 so happily organized that it cost him no 
 effort to do right. And he had always 
 been denominated bv a desire to do rieht. 
 Never in his life had he paltered with his 
 honour or abused the confidence of a client, 
 nor was there any class of men for whom he 
 had so great a contempt as chicaning lawyers 
 and defaulting trustees. He was a strong 1 
 man, too, with a clear head and a rare capa- 
 city for facing and overcoming difficulties.
 
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 But there was a weak point in his armour 
 — he loved his wife with hardly less ardour 
 than when they were first wed — and though 
 she was the weaker of the two, love gave 
 her a power over him which he was unable 
 to withstand. Left to himself, or less 
 passionately entreated, he would never have 
 thought of so fatal an expedient as that 
 which had occurred to him. He would have 
 braved the storm and lived down the scandal 
 which the revelation of his son's misconduct 
 would have caused. But with that pale, 
 drawn face before him, with those dear be- 
 seeching eyes raised to his in agonized 
 suspense, what could he do, how help him- 
 self ? 
 
 ' You have thought of something,' she re- 
 peated. ' What is it ? Tell me, Leonard. 
 Tell me at once.' 
 
 ' I have thought of something, only ' 
 
 < What V 
 
 1 It would not be right.' 
 
 ' But what is it ?'
 
 SOWING THE WIND 47 
 
 Again Mr. Prince hesitated, and then 
 slowly, and almost in a whisper, as though 
 he feared the walls might hear him, he 
 answered : 
 
 ' It is this. I am the sole surviving 
 trustee under Mrs. Lincoln's marriage settle- 
 ment. The entire fund, fifteen thousand 
 pounds, is invested in Consols. It stands in 
 my name, and I could turn it into cash 
 within twenty-four hours.' 
 
 1 Thank God ! Oh, Leonard, why did 
 not you tell me this soqner ? It would 
 have saved me — words cannot tell the agony 
 it would have saved me.' 
 
 ' Because I did not think of it sooner. 
 Remember this is not my money, Dorothy.' 
 
 ' I am sure Mrs. Lincoln would lend it 
 you.' 
 
 ' She has no power to lend it. The 
 corpus, the principle, cannot be dealt with 
 till she is dead and her youngest child is 
 twenty-one. Remember, too, that my j)osi- 
 tion is very peculiar. I am both her solicitor
 
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 and her trustee. When Wilmot died she 
 might have appointed another in his place. 
 But she put so much trust in me that she 
 would not. It is owing to her generous, her 
 excessive confidence that I have the sole 
 control of the fund, and if I were to use 
 it for my own purposes what would she 
 think of me ? what should I think of my- 
 self V 
 
 ' I would not wrong Mrs. Lincoln for the 
 world. We should pay her back every 
 shilling/ broke in Mrs. Prince impetuously 
 — ' every shilling. And though it is a little 
 irregular, consider the alternative.' 
 
 ' I have considered the alternative ; and 
 as for reinstating the fund, that would not 
 be so easy as you think. Fifteen thousand 
 is a great deal of money.' 
 
 ' We will economize. We can save 
 several hundreds a year without perceptibly 
 altering our style of living. Edward is 
 keeping himself. There is only Charlie on 
 our hands, and with care and good manage-
 
 SOWING THE WIND 49 
 
 ment we can make the amount up in a few- 
 years.' 
 
 ' You forget one thing, Dorothy. We 
 are all mortal, and if anything should happen 
 to me — you and the boys would be in a 
 terrible difficulty. Mrs. Lincoln would then 
 be obliged to appoint another trustee, and 
 exposure and disgrace would be inevitable. 
 You would have to confess that I had mis- 
 appropriated the trust fund. Everything 
 would come out.' 
 
 If Mr. Prince thought that this argu- 
 ment would induce his wife to renounce the 
 scheme which he had so unfortunately sug- 
 gested he was mistaken. 
 
 ' You might insure your life, and then 
 Mrs. Lincoln would be safe in any event,' 
 she said after a short pause. ' You will do 
 it, Leonard, won't you ? Say you will do it 
 and relieve me from this dreadful suspense. 
 It is to save the family honour. Where 
 should we hide our heads if it were all made 
 known, and Jack put on his trial ? You 
 
 vol. 1. 4
 
 50 TRUST-MONEY 
 
 said only this morning that it would break 
 your heart to leave Holmcroft. For my 
 sake and Edward's and Charlie's, if not for 
 your own, you will do it, dear. And Jack 
 himself, he is our own boy, after all, and dear 
 to me still. Think of his undergoing a term 
 of penal servitude ! It would be his ruin, 
 here and hereafter. Oh, think of it ! Why 
 should you hesitate ? While you live the 
 money will be at your disposal, and when 
 you die it will be paid by the insurance — 
 unless we save it in the meantime — and I 
 feel sure you will live so long that we shall. 
 You are not an old man yet. You will, 
 won't you, dear ?' And she took both his 
 hands in hers, and looked at him pitifully 
 with tear-filled eyes. 
 
 ' Adam and Eve over again,' thought 
 Mr. Prince. 'But it is my own fault ; I 
 gave her the idea.' 
 
 ' Very well, Dorothy ; it shall be as you 
 wish,' he said sadly. * I only hope the 
 remedy won't prove worse than the disease.'
 
 SOWING THE WIXD 51 
 
 ' I am sure it won't, Leonard. Thank 
 Heaven ! I can breathe now. I should 
 have gone mad. You will insure your 
 life V 
 
 ' My own life and the lads' lives. They 
 are to be my partners, and it is a common 
 thing for partners to insure each other's 
 lives. It will add to the value of the 
 security. In that way Mrs. Lincoln will, 
 as you said, be practically as safe as if the 
 money remained in Consols, provided, of 
 course, I keep up the payment of the 
 premiums, and that I must and can do, 
 though it will come very heavy. I shall 
 try to make Peploe and Pope pay five per 
 cent., even if they never repay the principal 
 — and, yes, I will give up my shooting in 
 Scotland. I can easily say that I have not 
 time for both that and huntinof. It is 
 irregular — very irregular ; there is no deny- 
 ing that — but the emergency is a desperate 
 one, and if Mrs. Lincoln does not suffer — 
 and with the arrangements I shall make I 
 
 UBRAK1 
 
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 don't see how she can — we shall have 
 nothing much to reproach ourselves with.' 
 
 This was rather an expression of hope than 
 of conviction. Mr. Prince knew that if any- 
 body else had done what he was proposing to 
 do he should have characterized the proceed- 
 ing by a very ugly word, and though he was 
 trying to make the best of it, and to make 
 believe that no harm could come of it, he 
 had an uneasy feeling that harm would 
 come of it in some way not then apparent 
 either to himself or his wife. She, how- 
 ever, had no misgivings. Albeit so honest 
 that she would not have plucked a flower in 
 Mrs. Lincoln's garden without asking per- 
 mission, it did not seem to her that in 
 urging her husband to take that lady's 
 money and use it for his own purpose, 
 without her knowledge, she had done any- 
 thing reprehensible. Leonard was merely 
 borrowing it, she argued ; the measures he 
 was taking would ensure its eventual repay- 
 ment, and all would be well.
 
 SOWING THE WIND 53 
 
 1 When will you send the money to 
 Liverpool ?' she asked. 
 
 ' I shall not send it — I shall take it. I 
 must have a thorough understanding with 
 Messrs. Peploe and Pope, and, if possible, 
 get some security from them before I part 
 with any money.' 
 
 ' But suppose they have Jack arrested 
 before you get there ?' 
 
 ' I shall telegraph them in the morning 
 that I am coming.' 
 
 1 I wonder what has become of him, 
 Leonard ? Where can he be ?' 
 
 ' That does not concern me at present. 
 I only hope he is far enough, and that we 
 may hear nothing of him ao-ain for a long 1 
 time — if ever.' 
 
 1 Oh, Leonard ! You hope never to hear 
 of Jack again ! Why ?' 
 
 1 Because we are not likely to hear any 
 good of him. When a man goes so utterly 
 to the bad as he has done, he is srenerallv 
 past praying for. Before this last affair I
 
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 had more faith in him than you had ; now 
 I have none whatever. The best thing for 
 him to do, though I doubt whether he will 
 have the sense and resolution to do it, is to 
 go to America or one of the colonies, begin 
 a new career, earn an honest livelihood, and 
 stay there until his misdeeds are forgotten. 
 I hope it won't turn out that he has vic- 
 timized other people besides Peploe and 
 Pope.' 
 
 ' God forbid, Leonard ! Why should you 
 think so V 
 
 ' Because a man who is capable of robbing 
 his employers and deceiving his parents is 
 capable of anything. It is one of the 
 points I must inquire about when I am at 
 Liverpool.' 
 
 < Will you tell the boys V 
 
 1 Not Charlie — except that Jack has 
 behaved badly and gone away, we know not 
 whither, and the less that is said about him 
 the better. But Edward must know all.' 
 
 1 Why Edward and not Charlie V
 
 SOWING THE WIND 55 
 
 1 There is no need to lay on the lad's 
 shoulders so heavy a burden. Let him 
 enjoy his life while he is young. But either 
 Edward or Lillywhite must know, and, 
 faithful though Lillv white is, I don't want 
 to put myself in his power. I shall have 
 to deal with Peploe and Pope on the one 
 hand, and Mrs. Lincoln on the other. Her 
 dividends will have to be paid just as if the 
 trust fund were still invested in Consols ; the 
 interest from Peploe and Pope will have to 
 be collected as may be arranged, and the 
 insurance premiums regularly paid. All 
 this must be done without hitch, and un- 
 known to everybody in the office but our- 
 selves. It is only by taking Edward into 
 my confidence that I can make sure that in 
 the event of my illness or absence there 
 will be no difficulty ; a hitch might be 
 fatal. And Ned has an old head on young 
 shoulders.' 
 
 1 Yes, Edward is very good. But all this 
 is very, very sad. Oh, Leonard,' said Mrs.
 
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 Prince, sighing deeply, ' shall we ever know 
 content aofain V 
 
 ' We may. Anyhow, I know people who 
 have very ugly skeletons in their cupboards, 
 and yet laugh and joke, dine with appetite, 
 and ride as merrily to hounds as though they 
 had nothing on their minds. Use is second 
 nature, they say ; and we shall perhaps get 
 so used to our particular skeleton that its 
 presence in the cupboard won't trouble us — 
 very much.' 
 
 This assurance, though it may have 
 answered its intended purpose of comforting 
 Mrs. Prince, neither allayed her husband's 
 apprehensions nor quieted his conscience. 
 No amount of sophistry could reconcile his 
 trained intelligence and essentially upright 
 mind to the gross breach of trust which he 
 contemplated, or render him oblivious to the 
 fact that he was about to lay on his soul a 
 burden of which only death could relieve 
 him. But the alternative ! A broken- 
 hearted wife, a frightful scandal, and a con-
 
 SOWING THE WIND 57 
 
 vict son, had even greater terrors, and he 
 chose, as he thought, the lesser evil. 
 
 On the following day, after telling Lilly- 
 white that he had decided to decline Hut- 
 chins's proposed mortgage, Mr. Prince went 
 to London, and thence to Liverpool, where 
 he arranged matters with Peploe and Pope 
 as satisfactorily as so bad a business could 
 be arranged. Shortly afterwards, however, 
 what he had feared came to pass. It was 
 discovered that Jack had not confined his 
 depredations to his employers. He had 
 discounted a forged bill with his private 
 bankers. But, as there was reason to be- 
 lieve that he had left the country for parts 
 unknown, the bankers decided not to throw 
 good money after bad by trying to hunt 
 him down. Nevertheless, they were very 
 wroth, declined an offer from Mr. Prince 
 to make the amount good, and intimated 
 that in the event of the culprit returning to 
 England they should consider it their duty 
 to prosecute him.
 
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 But none of these things oozed out at 
 Peele. The people of that rather sleepy 
 old town were quite satisfied with the only 
 explanation which the Princes vouchsafed 
 to them — that Jack, ha vino: ffot into debt 
 and lost his billet at Liverpool, had betaken 
 himself to America, there to make a fresh 
 start.
 
 CHAPTER IV. 
 
 THE BROTHERS. 
 
 One of the last clays of October ; a still air 
 and a dappled sky ; a veil of silver mist 
 mellowing yet not obscuring the sunlight ; 
 two horsemen riding along a deep lane 
 overshadowed by trees, from whose half- 
 nude branches russet-coloured leaves, heavy 
 with clew, are falling noiselessly to their 
 mother earth. 
 
 The two men wear costumes suitable 
 either for road or field — breeches, leggings, 
 gray coats, and felt hats ; one has spurs, 
 but no hunting crop ; the other a hunting 
 crop, but no spurs. 
 
 The rider with spurs is three or four 
 years under thirty, tall, slightly built,
 
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 swarthy, and clean-shaven. He has dark, 
 intelligent eyes and good looks, but his 
 skin is sallow, his face that of a man 
 who does not live much in the open air. 
 
 His companion, younger by several years, 
 and not quite so tall, has laughing brown 
 eyes, brown hair, and a brown face, to which 
 a silky moustache with naturally - curled 
 points gives a somewhat rakish, devil-may- 
 care air. 
 
 This young fellow is Charlie Prince ; the 
 other, Edward, generally called Ned by his 
 family and familiar friends. 
 
 1 Do you expect any sport to-day V asks 
 the elder brother. 
 
 ' Not much ; but we shall, at any rate, 
 have the pleasure of riding about in the 
 forest, which is never so beautiful as at this 
 time. I would rather go with the fox- 
 hounds, of course ; but regular hunting has 
 not begun yet, and this week's cubbing 
 fixtures are all long ones. You can never 
 tell what may happen with Mr. Vayie's
 
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 harriers. This would be a good scenting 
 day, and if we have the luck to find a 
 straight-running fox ' 
 
 1 A fox !' 
 
 ' Why not ? The fox -hounds always 
 fight shy of the forest — if they once get in 
 they never get out — and if the harriers 
 chance to rouse a longf-tail thev will do 
 good service by running him. Last season 
 we found a fox in Silverwood Spinny, ran 
 him ' 
 
 ' Spare me, Charlie !' interrupted Edward 
 with a laugh. 'It is a thrice-told tale. 
 The day we dined at Cherrytree Hall that 
 run was discussed a full hour by the clock. 
 And do not imagine that I am pining for an 
 heroic run. I am not a keen sportsman 
 like you and father ; and I have ridden so 
 little lately that I should be all abrasions. 
 I shall be quite content with a little gentle 
 tittuping through the rides, or a canter 
 across Thornwood Plain — if by good fortune 
 we get into the open — and whatever hap-
 
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 pens I shall leave off in good time. I 
 must do two or three hours' work at the 
 office before dinner ; and to-morrow I may 
 have to go to town.' 
 
 ' In re Lyman, Lincoln, and Jump ?' 
 
 1 Of course !' 
 
 ' I say, what a fine pot-boiler that case is 
 proving for the office ! It would almost 
 keep us going, though there was nothing 
 else. Is there any likelihood of its being 
 settled, do you think ?' 
 
 ' Not the least, I should say. There is 
 a big estate ; the partners and Mrs. Lincoln 
 are all at sixes and sevens, and you may be 
 sure the lawyers won't let them settle until 
 they have had a lot more picking out of it.' 
 
 ' The pater advised Mrs. Lincoln to settle, 
 though — didn't he ? — if she had a chance.' 
 
 ' Yes, the pater always advises his clients 
 honestly, sometimes against his own interests. 
 But the partners are combative, and won't 
 listen to reason. Litigants seldom do listen 
 to reason. If they did, we lawyers should
 
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 lose our reason for being. And a friendly 
 settlement is out of the question now, what- 
 ever it may have been a little while ago. 
 Suits are going on both here and in 
 America.' 
 
 ' Yes, I know ; and that reminds me that 
 I had a question to ask you. Has anything 
 been heard of Jack ? I am aware it is a 
 tabooed subject, and I should not think of 
 mentioning it to father or mother. All the 
 same, he and I were very good friends, 
 though after I went to Marlborough I saw 
 very little of him, and I cannot help won- 
 dering what has become of him. Poor old 
 Jack !' 
 
 1 You need not waste your pity on him, 
 Charlie. He is not worthy of it. Jack 
 behaved very badly.' 
 
 1 You mean he was always getting into 
 scrapes V 
 
 ' Always. And he gave father and 
 mother no end of trouble. At first they 
 thought it was all boyishness and high
 
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 spirits, and that he would steady as he 
 grew older. But the last thing he did was 
 the worst.' 
 
 ' Running away from Liverpool ?' 
 
 ' Yes ; and before he went away he ran 
 heavily into debt, and it cost the pater no 
 end of money to put things straight — this 
 is entirely between ourselves, Charlie — and 
 if you add to that what it cost when he 
 went wrong at Cambridge, it comes to a 
 nice penny.' 
 
 ' Bad enough, in all conscience ! All the 
 same, there are worse things than running 
 into debt, and I don't quite see ' 
 
 ' Jack did worse. It was not merely 
 getting into debt, though in his case there 
 was not a shadow of excuse. Just consider : 
 when he came back from Australia, penni- 
 less, he was kindly treated and freely for- 
 given. Father found him a good place in 
 Liverpool, where he might have done well. 
 But almost from the first, as we afterwards 
 ascertained, he went to the bad, and, worse
 
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 still, played the hypocrite. He hoodwinked 
 his employers completely, made them believe 
 he was as steady as a growing tree, and 
 wrote letters home telling 1 how well he was 
 doing. Then, when exposure became inevi- 
 table, he just disappeared without writing a 
 line to any of us to say he was sorry, and 
 left father to jDay the piper. And naught 
 has been heard from him or of him since. 
 What could be worse than that, I should 
 like to know ?' 
 
 I As bad as that, was it ? No wonder 
 father won't talk about it, and hasn't been 
 the same man since *' 
 
 ' Who says he has not been the same man 
 since ?' asked Edward sharply. 
 
 ' Isn't it evident ? And Lillywhite was 
 saying so only the other day.' 
 
 ' So it was Lillywhite that gave you the 
 idea. Did he say anything about Jack ?' 
 
 ' He merely asked whether anything had 
 been heard of him.' 
 
 I I wish Lillywhite would mind his own 
 
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 business. And you are both wrong. I 
 don't think father has altered in the least, 
 except in being three years older, and he is 
 still one of the most active men for his age 
 that I know.' 
 
 In making this assertion Edward spoke 
 rather diplomatically than truthfully. Leo- 
 nard Prince had not been the same man 
 since the disappearance of his eldest son. 
 His hope that he should get used to the 
 skeleton in the cupboard had been realized 
 only in part. The deceit which he was 
 obliged to practise fretted him, a deceit of 
 which he was reminded every time he paid 
 Mrs. Lincoln her dividends, every time he 
 remitted the insurance company the pre- 
 miums on his life policies, and every time he 
 received a cheque or a ' put off ' from 
 Peploe and Pope. Then, again, the sense 
 of the heavy pecuniary liability which he 
 had assumed, and the fear, never long absent 
 from his thoughts, that the fraud might be 
 discovered when he was least expecting it,
 
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 weighed on his mind, and damped his 
 naturally high spirits. He gave more time 
 to business and less to sport, rode less 
 boldly to hounds, and seldom went from 
 home — never when Edward was away. 
 His friends ascribed these changes to in- 
 creasing years, and as he always contrived 
 to be cheerful at home, they passed almost 
 unobserved by his wife. And then there 
 came to pass an event which, by adding to 
 Mr. Prince's professional engagements, made 
 his personal anxieties easier to bear. 
 
 This was the death of his friend and neigh- 
 bour, Mr. Lincoln, on which, for some doubt- 
 less sufficient yet not very apparent reason, 
 his partners fell out amongst themselves and 
 went to law. Mrs. Lincoln was compelled in 
 self-defence to join in the fray ; and the pro- 
 ceedings on her behalf were conducted by 
 Mr. Prince, who entrusted the active manage- 
 ment of the suit (which speedily drifted into 
 Chancery) to Edward, and the interests at 
 stake being important, and frequent consul-
 
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 tations with counsel necessary, the young- 
 man had to spend the greater part of his 
 time in London. 
 
 We may now return to the two brothers. 
 ' Which way are we going V asked 
 Edward, as they came to a place where 
 three roads met. 
 
 ' By Wroughton Shaughs, of course. 
 It will save us a mile and a half, at 
 least.' 
 
 ' How about the gates, though V 
 ' I have not been this way since last 
 season, but now that hunting is beginning 
 they are sure to be open.' 
 
 Turning from the highroad into a narrow 
 lane, they went on till they came to a gate 
 leading into a bridle-path. 
 
 1 Let me, I rather like opening gates,' 
 said Charlie. 
 
 Edward made no objection ; he did not 
 like opening gates. But Charlie found the 
 task more difficult than he had expected. 
 His mare would not be still, and the gate,
 
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 though unlocked, was ingeniously fastened 
 with a chain, a ring, a staple, and a hook. 
 
 ' Get off,' said Edward. 
 
 ' No, thank you. I never get off to open 
 a gate, and if there were not so many broken 
 stones on the road ' 
 
 ' Allow me, sir,' said a wayfarer, who, 
 while Charlie was struggling with the gate, 
 had come up unperceived ; ' allow me, sir ;' 
 and with that the wayfarer loosed the chain 
 and drew back the gate. 
 
 He was a particularly disreputable-look- 
 ing tramp, with a grim, unshaven face, a 
 patch over one eye, and nothing much on 
 but a sailor's jumper and a pair of ragged 
 trousers. 
 
 ' Thank you. I say, Ned, have you any 
 coppers ?' 
 
 Ned answered ' No,' and rode on without 
 giving the tramp a second glance. 
 
 1 Well, there's a sixpence for you. And, 
 look here : would you mind letting out that 
 curb-chain a link while I light a cigar ?'
 
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 The tramp looked at the cigar longingly. 
 
 4 God bless you, sir !' he said, ' but might 
 I make so bold as to ask if you have a bit o' 
 baccy about you. I have not had a smoke 
 for twenty-four hours ' (producing a short 
 clay pipe), ' nor yet broken my fast.' 
 
 ' Poor fellow ! Here are a couple of 
 cigars ; and take this shilling and go and 
 get a good meal. Go at once !' And Charlie, 
 touching his horse with his heel, cantered 
 off. 
 
 But the tramp did not go at once. He 
 lighted one of the cigars, and as he smoked 
 it leaned on the gate, and looked after the 
 two horsemen. 
 
 1 That's Charlie,' he soliloquized. ' The 
 same kind-hearted, generous lad he always 
 was. How he has altered ! If he hadn't 
 been with Ned I shouldn't have known him. 
 No wonder he did not know me. And Ned 
 — but he hardly so much as looked my way. 
 He is too superior a person to notice a poor 
 devil of a tramp — and we were never real
 
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 friends. Anyhow, I need expect no help 
 from him. But the old man would give me 
 a lift if he knew — or Charlie. To which of 
 these shall I apply, and how ? A few 
 pounds, just enough to take me to London 
 and buy me a kit. . . . But it would never 
 do for me to go to the house any more than 
 for Charlie to come to me at a boosing ken. 
 And whatever I do I must keep close. 
 There are constables at Peele, and some 
 
 fellow might By G — d, my back tingles 
 
 at the mere idea ! . . . I have it — a note. 
 Yes, I think I can fake a scribble that will 
 fetch him, and without exciting suspicion, 
 either. And now for some grub ; and it 
 shall be a skinful. I have not had so much 
 money in my pocket since I left Col- 
 chester.' 
 
 ' What did you give that fellow V asked 
 Edward, when Charlie came up with him. 
 ' Eighteenpence and two cigars.' 
 ' Eighteenpence and two cigars ! Say two 
 shillings — nearly as much as a labourer in
 
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 these parts earns by a day of honest work 
 — and for opening a gate !' 
 
 ' He was starving.' 
 
 ' How do you know V 
 
 1 He said so — and he looks it.' 
 
 ' Of course he said so — tramps always do ; 
 yet I'll be bound the rascal has as much 
 money in his pockets as you have. I never 
 give anything to beggars — on principle.' 
 
 ' And deuced little to anybody else — also 
 on principle,' said the other sotto voce. 
 
 ' You have been taken in, my boy, and 
 not for the first time. You are too impul- 
 sive. If you give to everybody who pleads 
 poverty, you will end by being poor your- 
 self.' 
 
 Charlie, irritated by his brother's reproof, 
 and painfully conscious that he had acted 
 impulsively, and, in all probability, been 
 victimized by an impostor, held his peace. 
 
 After passing through two more gates 
 that were easily opened, they crossed a big 
 field and came to yet another gate, armed
 
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 with spikes, which opened, or, rather, should 
 have opened, into a grassy lane. 
 
 On one side of this gate, and nearly as 
 high, was a stiff flight of posts and rails. 
 
 ' It is not locked, I hope,' said Edward. 
 
 1 Worse, it is nailed.' 
 
 ' By Jove ! we shall have to go back, then.' 
 
 ' That would be two miles out of our w r ay, 
 and throw us late for the meet. We can 
 jump this rail ; there is turf on both sides.' 
 
 ' In cold blood — and that drop ! Not if 
 I know it.' 
 
 ' Merry Boy will do it easily. Come, I'll 
 give you a lead. Kitty likes a bit of timber.' 
 
 The next moment Charlie was over. 
 Edward, who, though a fair horseman, was 
 not a bold rider, did not seem to like it, but 
 liking still less to turn tail, he let Merry 
 Boy follow, and, albeit the old horse hit the 
 top rail with his hind-legs, he alighted safely 
 in the lane, round a bend of which Charlie 
 had already disappeared. 
 
 ' God bless me, another gate !' exclaimed
 
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 Edward, as he turned into the road. ' Nailed 
 up, of course.' 
 
 ' Also locked.' said Charlie coolly, at the 
 same time backing his horse. 
 
 ' Good heavens ! you are surely not going 
 to jump it ? It is a foot higher than the 
 other, and as strong as a brick wall. If 
 Kitty hits it with her fore-legs she will turn 
 a somersault and break your neck and her 
 own back.' 
 
 ' There is nothing else for it. We cannot 
 jump the rails from this side, the drop is too 
 
 big/ 
 
 ' Nothing else for it ! I would rather 
 wait here all day. Why on earth you came 
 this way I cannot imagine. We had far 
 better have gone round by the road.' 
 
 ' It is a regular bridle-path. How could 
 I know that the rascally old farmer had hung 
 new gates and nailed them up V 
 
 1 What shall we clo, then ? I have it ! 
 One of us must run to Oxbridge for a black- 
 smith, or a hammer or something, while the
 
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 other waits here. You are the better 
 
 runner- 
 
 * I am not so sure about that. Would 
 not it be fairer if we tossed up ?' remarked 
 Charlie, laughing. The reproof was still 
 rankling in his mind, and Ned's discomfi- 
 ture amused him. ' However, I think we 
 can do better than that. We must make 
 a circumbendibus and do the fence.' 
 
 ' What are you thinking about ? It is 
 impossible.' 
 
 It certainly looked so. The fence was 
 a high bank, topped by an impenetrable 
 blackthorn hedge, and with a ditch on 
 both sides. 
 
 ' I think, though, I noticed a practicable 
 place in that corner,' said Charlie, turning 
 his horse round. 
 
 At the corner in question the fence turned 
 at almost right angles, and the blackthorn 
 hedge was weaker, and the ditch narrower 
 than elsewhere. 
 
 ' This will do. You go first, Ned, and
 
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 make a gap for me and Kitty. It is just 
 the sort of place old Merry Boy likes. He 
 is as clever as a cat, and Kitty is such a 
 beggar to rush. As likely as not she would 
 go slap into the thickest part and stick 
 fast.' 
 
 ' It is the most beastly place I ever saw. 
 No, thank you ; I prefer to play second 
 fiddle on the present occasion. You go 
 first.' 
 
 ' Certainly, if you will let me ride Merry 
 Boy. But why not lead him over ? You 
 go on ; I'll send him after you.' 
 
 ' A happy thought ; I'll act on it at once,' 
 remarked Ned, dismounting with great 
 alacrity. ' But hold him till I climb the 
 bank. I don't want to be jumped upon.' 
 
 ' All right ! Go ahead ! Say when you 
 are ready to catch him.' 
 
 ' Now !' shouted Edward as he disappeared 
 on the other side of the fence. 
 
 Charlie, dropping the bridle, gave Merry 
 Boy a touch with his whip, whereupon the
 
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 old hunter sprang over the ditch, scrambled 
 up the bank, and pushed through the gap, 
 which he greatly widened. But Edward 
 somehow missed catching him, and the next 
 moment Merry Boy was justifying his name 
 by cantering merrily round the field. 
 
 Meanwhile Kitty was dancing about on 
 her hind-legs, and Charlie vainly trying to 
 make her take the jump quietly. In the 
 end he was obliged to let her take it as she 
 liked, with a rush that carried her trium- 
 phantly over the ditch and through the gap, 
 only to fall ignominiously on her head in the 
 field beyond. 
 
 ' Serve you right, you impetuous hussy !' 
 said the young fellow as he scrambled to his 
 feet. ' You will not be in such a hurry next 
 time.' 
 
 And with that he remounted and galloped 
 after Merry Boy, whom Edward w T as vainly 
 trying to catch. But the old horse yielded 
 himself a willing captive to Charlie, who 
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 1 Call this a short-cut !' said Edward as 
 soon as he could speak. ' Call this a short- 
 cut ! It is a cut I shall cut no more, I can 
 tell you. I would rather go five miles 
 round any day.' 
 
 ' Oh, it is good fun, and all in the day's 
 work,' returned the other, laughing. 
 
 ' Fun ! A fig for such fun !' exclaimed 
 Ned in a tone of deep disgust. 
 
 After this they had no further trouble. 
 An easy jump over some sheep-hurdles and 
 a ten minutes' trot brought them within 
 sight of Cobster Green.
 
 CHAPTER V. 
 
 THE MEET. 
 
 ' There they are ; we are just in time/ said 
 Charlie, pointing to the hounds, which were 
 gambolling in a grassy glade, while the 
 huntsman and whip stood guard over them. 
 
 The horsemen on the ground did not 
 exceed a dozen, for the Master detested a 
 big field — unless the fair element greatly 
 preponderated — only one degree less than a 
 blank day. Though his hard riding days 
 were over, Mr. Vayle sat his bob-tailed 
 gray like a centaur, and was as keen a 
 Nimrod as when he first carried a horn half 
 a century before. Near him rode a young 
 girl, to whom he paid great attention, for 
 Mr. Vayle was still a gay cavalier, and, as
 
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 was said, could refuse nothing to fair ladies 
 who favoured him with their company and 
 admired the forest which he so dearly loved, 
 and of which he knew every nook and 
 corner, and almost every tree. Among his 
 other peculiarities was a habit of saying 
 quite unconsciously and irrelevantly, ' Dear 
 me ! Dear me !' and speaking his thoughts 
 in a soft (and, fortunately, generally inaudible) 
 undertone. 
 
 The name of the young girl was Olive 
 Lincoln ; her years were about seventeen. 
 As touching her person, she was slim and 
 well-shapen, slightly built, and rather tall 
 than short. She had a fair, soft skin, peach- 
 like cheeks, clearly cut features (nose a 
 little retrousse), dark hair, and large violet 
 eyes, with long lashes, which were merry, 
 mischievous or tender as the humour took 
 her. 
 
 As touching her costume, Olive wore a 
 dark-green habit and a jockey-cap, which 
 became her to admiration, and she rode a
 
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 corky blood cob, hardly less good-looking 
 and high-spirited than herself. 
 
 1 We are rather late, I fear,' said Edward, 
 after he and his brother had greeted Miss 
 Lincoln and the Squire. ' I hope you have 
 not been waiting" for us ?' 
 
 ' Xo, indeed I have not. I never care to 
 quarrel with people for not coming, and 
 I am like time and tide : I wait for no 
 man. (Dear me ! dear me ! What a con- 
 ceit that young man must have of him- 
 self!)' 
 
 Miss Lincoln, who alone heard Mr. 
 Vayle's ' aside,' laughed merrily. 
 
 ' The Squire means that he waits only for 
 ladies, Mr. Edward,' she said. ' He would 
 not wait for you if you were really a prince. 
 We are waiting for ladies now — Mary 
 Windle and Kate Conyers, and the Spank- 
 away girls.' 
 
 ' There they come, down the Earl's Path,' 
 said Charlie, who had sharp eyes and kept 
 them open. 
 
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 1 That is right ; I am glad of it,' ob- 
 served the Squire. ' They will be here in 
 two minutes. We will draw Earl's Wood, 
 Horner.' 
 
 The huntsman (a stout short-legged old 
 fellow, mounted on a horse the right colour 
 for a hearse and big enough to draw one 
 with a coffin inside) blew his horn and 
 trotted off, followed by the pack. Next 
 came Bill, the whip, who rode a common- 
 looking, yet marvellously clever, bay cob, 
 whose name, Noah's Ark, had been 
 bestowed upon him because he was con- 
 sidered eminently safe and never shirked 
 water. 
 
 Mr. Vayle, who possessed a sense of 
 humour, had christened Horner's horse 
 Pagan, partly on account of his colour, 
 but chiefly because nobody had ever seen 
 him on his knees. When he did fall at a 
 fence it was always backwards, which was 
 very convenient for Horner, who, being fat 
 and heavy, found it much pleasanter to slip
 
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 over the animal's tail than come a ' cropper ' 
 over his head. 
 
 Earl's Wood was reached in a few minutes, 
 and the hounds, all small foxhounds, were 
 no sooner thrown in than their eager cries 
 proclaimed that 'something was afoot.' Said 
 something proved to be a hare, which gave 
 a very fair half-hour's run in the wood and 
 out of it. Edward Prince got his gentle 
 tittuping ; the girls had good fun jumping 
 the drains and dodging the trees ; and when 
 the hare was killed, the old Squire dis- 
 mounted from his bob-tailed gray, waved his 
 hat, and shouted ' Whoo-whoop !' with the 
 best. 
 
 While this was going on Charlie had 
 spoken to the huntsman and a forest keeper 
 who was watching the sport, and made a 
 confidential communication to Miss Lincoln, 
 which bore fruit later on. 
 
 ' Where shall we try now ?' asked Mr. 
 Vayle. 
 
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 ' Why the Warren V 
 
 ' We may find a fox there ; the keeper 
 saw one only this morning.' 
 
 ' Oh, that is it, is it ? And would you 
 really like us to find a fox ?' 
 
 ' So much ; and so would Mary Windle 
 and Kate Conyers — would not you, 
 girls ?' 
 
 ' So much !' echoed the young women 
 in question. ' Do draw the Warren, Mr. 
 Vayle.' 
 
 ' Well, I suppose we must. (Dear me ! 
 dear me !) What do you say, Horner V 
 
 ' I'm willing, sir ; if we don't find a long- 
 tail, we shall mebbe find a hare, and the 
 fox-hunting gentlemen cannot complain. 
 They never come hereabouts,' said the 
 huntsman, whom a cap, collected by 
 Charlie, and a long pull from Charlie's 
 flask, had put in excellent humour, and 
 made him feel — for the moment — as bold 
 as brass. 
 
 So Horner blew his horn again, and the
 
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 cavalcade made, at a round trot, for the 
 Warren. 
 
 ' It's your fault, Charlie,' whispered Miss 
 Lincoln, who had dropped behind in order 
 to have a word with him. ' If you had 
 not heard about the fox and put me up to 
 it, I should not have asked the Squire, 
 and ' 
 
 1 He would not have done it for anybody 
 else. Never mind, I'll take all the responsi- 
 bility.' 
 
 ' But suppose I get my neck broken or 
 lame Daisy, or ' 
 
 ' You won't do either one or the other. 
 I'll pilot you.' 
 
 1 Thank you ; I'll do my best to follow. 
 But what will mother say ? She won't let 
 me go with the foxhounds for fear of acci- 
 dents, and now ' 
 
 * You are not going with foxhounds.' 
 
 ' But we are going to hunt a fox.' 
 
 ' That remains to be seen. We have first 
 to find a fox, and it will be no easy matter
 
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 to bustle him out of the Warren, I can tell 
 you.' 
 
 ' I think we shall find a fox, Charlie ; I 
 am sure we shall. The Squire says it is an 
 ideal hunting day, and I am sure there is a 
 scent.' 
 
 1 Not a doubt of it ; but that does not 
 prove we shall find a fox.' 
 
 ' We shall find a fox ; I have a presenti- 
 ment. If we don't, I will never ask Mr. 
 Vayle to draw the Warren again. So it 
 will be all your fault. But what shall I do 
 about Potts ? He is riding old Tinker, one 
 of the carriage-horses. I don't think it can 
 jump a bit, and Potts would fall off if it did 
 — and as mother told him to take good care 
 of me he considers it his duty to go wherever 
 
 I go.' 
 
 6 Oh, never mind old Potts ! We will 
 drop him into the first ditch, and leave him 
 to vegetate.' 
 
 ' Charlie, you are really too bad ;' and then 
 she laughed, and said, ' Poor Potts ! I hope
 
 THE MEET 87 
 
 the ditch will be soft; he is a good old man,' 
 and laughed again. 
 
 Just then Edward came alongside with so 
 grave a mien that Olive rallied him. 
 
 ' Why so serious, Mr. Edward ? Aren't 
 you enjoying yourself?' she asked. 
 
 * I have enjoyed myself exceedingly so 
 far ; but this is a serious matter.' 
 
 ' What is ?' 
 
 ' Drawing the Warren for a fox. I doubt 
 whether it is the right thing. I quite 
 admit that the Squire is lord of the forest, 
 so to speak, by general consent ; but it is a 
 question in my mind whether the Warren 
 can fairly be considered a part of the 
 forest.' 
 
 ' I don't think anybody will mind the 
 question in your mind, Mr. Edward — if we 
 find a fox in the Warren — and if we do, 
 mine be the blame, for it was I who asked 
 the Squire to draw the Warren.' 
 
 ' In that case there is nothing more to 
 be said,' returned Edward, his grave face
 
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 relaxing into a smile, ' for where is the 
 man who could refuse when Miss Lincoln 
 asks ?' 
 
 1 1 forgive your previous doubts in con- 
 sideration of your pretty compliment. But 
 here we are at the Warren. Where shall 
 we go, Mr. Charles ?' (It was always ' Mr. 
 Charles ' when Edward was present.) ' I 
 have heard something about Upwind ; which 
 is Upwind ?' 
 
 ' You mean that foxes generally run up- 
 wind ; but to-day there is no wind ' 
 
 ' So there can be no Up. What shall we 
 do, then ?' 
 
 ' Well, it is a safe rule to stick to hounds ; 
 above all in a big cover like this, where 
 they may slip away unseen and un- 
 heard.' 
 
 1 All right, Mr. Charles ; you stick to the 
 hounds, and we'll all try to stick to you 
 — won't we, Mr. Edward ?' 
 
 ' Certainly, Miss Lincoln, if you wish it. 
 I am not sure, though, that Charlie is to be
 
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 trusted. He must be careful not to lead 
 you into danger.' 
 
 1 Or you. At any rate, where he goes I 
 shall go ; and unless you keep with us you 
 will be thrown out,' answered Olive rather 
 sharply. 
 
 It displeased her to hear Charlie dis- 
 paraged, and she did not ' care ' for 
 Edward.
 
 CHAPTER VI. 
 
 THE RUN. 
 
 The Warren was a large wood, technically 
 a part of the forest, but separated from the 
 main portion of it by a broad stretch of turf. 
 It was intersected by two rides and several 
 bridle-paths, the trees and undergrowth 
 being elsewhere so thick as to render 
 progress on foot difficult, and on horseback 
 well-nigh impossible. 
 
 When the field reached the wood Mr. 
 Vayle marshalled his forces. The main 
 point was to prevent Reynard (if perchance 
 he should be found at home) from stealing 
 back into the forest, in which event a run in 
 the open would be out of the question. To 
 this end he posted several men between the
 
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 wood and the forest, with instructions to 
 head back the fox if he should attempt to 
 break in that direction. 
 
 Bill, the whip, took his stand at the top 
 of the principal ride ; a long-legged brewer 
 on a roan o-eldino:, with a bit of red ribbon 
 flying from its tail as a danger signal, and a 
 sporting butcher on a thoroughbred screw 
 which he wanted to sell, undertook to watch 
 on one side of the covert ; and the ladies and 
 the keeper were asked to keep a look-out on 
 the other. 
 
 Horner was then ordered to throw in his 
 hounds and draw towards the higher ground, 
 and away from the forest. 
 
 ' If we don't take care we shall all be left 
 lamenting,' said the Squire, when these dis- 
 positions had been made. ' The covert is so 
 thick that you can neither see hounds nor 
 hear a hallo. Twenty years ago, when the 
 foxhounds used to come here, they once 
 slipped out with a fox unseen by anybody, 
 the huntsman got bogged, and the hounds
 
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 had a fine run of an hour and forty minutes 
 all to themselves. (Dear me ! Dear me !) 
 Where are you going, Charlie V 
 
 ' Into the Warren with Horner. I can 
 whip up to him.' 
 
 ' Yes, yes ; go. Quite right, and if you 
 find, shout your loudest. (Dear me ! Dear 
 me! I wish I was as young as Charlie, 
 or even that conceited jackanapes, his 
 brother.') 
 
 Miss Windle and Miss Conyers, over- 
 hearing this soliloquy, laughed consumedly. 
 
 1 What is the matter ? Why are you 
 laughing ? (Dear me ! Dear me ! Youth 
 is the time for laughter ; why shouldn't 
 they laugh ?) Are you going too, 
 Olive ?' 
 
 ' Yes, Squire ; I should like to be as near 
 the hounds as possible, if there is going to be 
 any fun.' 
 
 ' Quite right. Yes, go. But beware of 
 trees and holes, and take care of your hat. 
 (Dear me ! Dear me ! I wonder whether
 
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 it is the hounds or Prince Charlie she would 
 best like to be near.') 
 
 Fortunately none save the object of it 
 heard this sotto voce, and, blushing brightly, 
 she followed her pilot, and was followed in 
 her turn by Edward Prince and coachman 
 Potts. 
 
 Nobody else went into the wood, and they 
 had not gone far before two of the party 
 began to wish they had stayed with the 
 others. They were forced to ride in single 
 file, twisting and turning, dodging the 
 boughs, and threading their way through 
 the brambles, their horses slipping where the 
 ground was smooth, and stumbling where it 
 was rough. 
 
 ' Stoop low and shut your eyes, Olive,' 
 said Charlie ; ' never mind Daisy — she will 
 take care of herself, and I will take care of 
 you.' 
 
 Which he did so effectually that not a 
 bough touched her. 
 
 ' Can anybody see the hounds ?' inquired
 
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 Horner. ' If they was to get on a line now 
 we shouldn't be in it.' 
 
 1 I wish we were not in it,' growled 
 Edward. ' I knew Charlie would lead us 
 into some mess. Confound it ! I believe I 
 have cut my nose.' 
 
 'So you have,' said Olive, glancing round. 
 ' It is bleeding dreadfully. You look like a 
 red Indian in his war-paint.' 
 
 Whereupon Edward, muttering an impre- 
 cation, applied his handkerchief, thereby 
 adding greatly to his difficulties ; with the 
 same hand he had both to guide his horse 
 and ward off the branches, one of which, 
 flying back, crushed Potts' castor, and 
 bonneted him completely. 
 
 ' Oh, Lord !' shouted the coachman, and, 
 dropping his reins, he made frantic efforts to 
 extricate himself. But the lining of his hat 
 having fouled on his rather large nose, he 
 found this no easy task. In the end, how- 
 ever, he emerged, very red in the face, and 
 uttering strange oaths.
 
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 All laughed, even Edward, who was 
 beginning to think that the tip of his nose 
 would go on bleeding for ever. 
 
 ' Oh my, that hurt, that did !' howled the 
 huntsman. ' Ooo, oo, oo !' While he was 
 laughing at Potts his shin-bone had collided 
 against the bole of a tree and got the worst 
 of it. ' I won't come into this 'ere hole 
 again, not for ten long-tails. And where's 
 the hounds ? They may be a mile away by 
 this time. Thank goodness, here's a path at 
 last. We can get along a bit now.' 
 
 All put their horses into a brisk trot, 
 Horner still leading, for he best knew the 
 way. 
 
 ' Hark !' he cried, stopping short so 
 suddenly that Kitty nearly cannoned against 
 Pagan. ' Cannot you hear summut V 
 
 ' By Jove ! I do believe it's a whimper.' 
 
 1 Ay is it ' — listening intently — ' it's 
 Ringlet, and when Ringlet speaks you may 
 be sure there's summut. There it is again. 
 It's a line, Mr. Charlie ; it's a line. Hike
 
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 to Ringlet ! Hike to Ringlet ! Faw-rud ! 
 Faw-rud !' 
 
 And the old fellow, bending over his 
 saddle-bow to avoid impending branches, 
 goes off at a canter, followed by the others, 
 all in a state of high excitement, for 
 Ringlet's solitary note has now swollen into 
 a full chorus. 
 
 Charlie, mindful of the Squire's injunction, 
 shouts his loudest ; Olive cheers on the 
 hounds ; Edward pockets his handkerchief 
 and lets his nose take care of itself; and 
 Potts, squaring his elbows and using his 
 heels, succeeds in putting old Tinker into a 
 high and ponderous gallop. 
 
 ' This way,' cries the huntsman ; ' we can't 
 see 'em, and we don't know what it is — 
 mebbe a hare, after all. We must just ride 
 to the music till we 2fet out of the wood.' 
 
 Presently they emerge into a broad path, 
 riding, as before, to the music, for the hounds 
 still keep to the thick of the wood. 
 
 ' Bill should be somewhere about here,'
 
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 says Charlie, - and hark ! there's a hallo ! 
 A fox, by all that is glorious ! A fox ! 
 Hike hallo ! hike hallo ! Forrud away ! 
 Forrud away !' 
 
 ' How do you know it's a fox ?' asks 
 Edward. 
 
 1 Because it's Bill's voice, and he knows 
 better than to tally-ho a hare. Hike hallo! 
 hike hallo ! I hope Mr. Vayle and the 
 others will hear. Blow again, Horner.' 
 
 At the top of the wood, which they 
 reach at the same time as the hounds, are 
 the brewer, the butcher, and the whip, 
 holding up their hats, and halloing till they 
 are black in the face. 
 
 ' He's only just gone ; he's slipped through 
 the gateway into that field. There, Beauty 
 has it ! That's the line. Fawrud to 
 Beauty. Well done, old girl !' 
 
 1 Hike fawrud ! Hike fawrud P 
 
 ' I hope the Squire has heard the row, 
 and will be able to catch us up,' says 
 Charlie. ' Shout again ! Forrud, forrud, 
 
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 forrud, to Beauty ! Sound another blast, 
 Horner.' 
 
 Meantime Bill has opened the gate, and 
 all ride after the hounds, which are racing 
 across a big pasture to a breast-high scent, 
 the butcher leading on his thoroughbred 
 screw. Next come Charlie and Olive, Bill 
 and the brewer, followed by Horner and 
 Potts. 
 
 The first fence is a low bank, with a 
 widish ditch on the near side. To the sur- 
 prise of everybody, himself probably in- 
 cluded, Tinker takes it in his stride, and 
 the coachman sticks on. 
 
 ' Bravo, Potts !' shouts Charlie ; ' if you 
 go on like that you will be in at the death. 
 . . . Not quite so fast, Olive. If we don't 
 save our horses now they will not live 
 through the run. Never mind though the 
 hounds do get a bit ahead ; they cannot 
 keep up this pace over that plough.' 
 
 Nor do they. The scent grows colder, 
 and two or three freshly-ploughed fields
 
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 with openable gates are traversed at a trot, 
 the hounds hunting beautifully, checking 
 only once, and recovering the line without 
 help from the huntsman. 
 
 Then more grass and faster going ; small 
 enclosures and blind fences, with few jump- 
 able places. 
 
 ' The butcher seems inclined to make the 
 running — let him go first and make gaps for 
 us,' says Charlie, whose native daring is 
 sobered by a sense of his responsibility 
 for the safety of his fair companion. 
 
 At the third fence after leaving the 
 plough Tinker blunders into a blind ditch, 
 throwing Potts clean over his head, and 
 completing the destruction of his rider's 
 hat. 
 
 ' He is done to a turn — you had better 
 go home,' says Charlie, after ascertaining 
 that Potts is none the worse. ' And tell 
 Mrs. Lincoln, with my compliments, that I 
 will take good care of Miss Olive.' 
 
 The field, now reduced to seven, continue
 
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 the chase, the hounds for the most part 
 running mute to a burning scent. A few 
 yards behind them ride the brewer, the 
 butcher, and the whip, closely followed by 
 Olive and Charlie, while Edward and 
 Horner bring up the rear. 
 
 The chase has lasted nearly an hour, and 
 shows no signs of coming to a close, when 
 the hounds run on to a highway where two 
 roads meet (one of them bounded by a wide 
 brook), throw up their heads, and stop short. 
 They have lost the scent. 
 
 Horner makes a couple of casts without 
 result, and things are beginning to look 
 serious, when a faint hallo in the distance, 
 and a hat at the end of a stick, give a 
 timely hint as to the direction taken by the 
 fox. 
 
 * He has crossed the brook,' says the 
 huntsman, sounding his horn. ' Hike hallo ! 
 hike hallo ! Yoh over ! yoh over !' 
 
 ' Hike hallo ! hike hallo I- echoes Bill, 
 whipping the hounds up the brink. ' Yoh
 
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 over ! yoh over ! Beauty has it again. 
 Faw-rud to Beauty ! Faw-rud ! Faw-rud !' 
 
 The hounds swim the stream in the wake 
 of Beauty, and after ' feathering ' a few 
 seconds on the farther side, go off full cry. 
 
 ' All very fine,' says Edward ; ' but how 
 are we to get over V 
 
 Seeing that the opposite bank, besides 
 being 1 high, is crowned with a three-barred 
 rail, this is a pertinent question. The 
 brewer, the butcher and the whip answer 
 it on the instant. Crossing the girth- 
 high stream, they leap their horses to the 
 bank, and then dismounting and breaking- 
 down the topmost rail, lead them over the 
 others. 
 
 1 Dare you V asks Charlie of Olive. 
 
 ' Go, and I will follow.' 
 
 Charlie goes. 
 
 ' Let Daisy have her head,' he shouts, as 
 Kitty scrambles up the bank, and then, 
 though there is hardly standing room, leaps 
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 Olive does the same, and the next moment 
 they are galloping after the hounds, which, 
 like the horses, have been greatly refreshed 
 by the check and the bath. 
 
 ' Are you going to have it, Mr. Prince ?' 
 asks Horner, looking ruefully at the ob- 
 stacle. 
 
 Though neither a bold rider nor a keen 
 sportsman, Edward has, so far, gone very 
 well — partly, perhaps, out of a spirit of 
 emulation, partly, it may be, because he does 
 not like to lag behind when a lady leads Lhe 
 way, and that lady Olive Lincoln. But the 
 brook looks ugly and the bank dangerous, 
 to say nothing of the rail ; and it requires a 
 strong effort to screw up his courage to the 
 sticking-point and let his horse go. But 
 at the critical moment his nerve fails him. 
 As Merry Boy rises at the bank, Edward 
 clutches at the bridle, and pulls him back 
 into the stream ; whereupon the bewildered 
 and indignant animal plunges down the 
 middle of it, flounders into a hole, and only
 
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 after a desperate bout of swimming and 
 scrambling succeeds in getting back to dry 
 land. 
 
 1 I don't think I should try that again, 
 sir, if I was you,' observes the huntsman. 
 ' You'll be drownded if you do. That is a 
 main dangerous place, that is ; though when 
 I was young like your brother and Mr. 
 Macadam and Bill and the butcher, I 
 should ha' thought naught on it — naught. 
 But I'm an old fellow now. Come along 
 o' me ; I think I know the fox's point. 
 We'll be at it as soon as them.' 
 
 ' You can go where you hanged please, 
 Horner ! I am wet through from the waist, 
 and shall go straight home. I wish we had 
 not found that brute of a fox. I never go 
 out with my brother that I don't get into 
 some beastly mess,' answered Edward 
 savagely. 
 
 He was not habitually bad-tempered, but 
 an involuntary cold bath on an October day, 
 with a ten-mile ride in wet clothes and
 
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 water-logged boots before him, would try 
 the patience of a saint. 
 
 ' Call him a sportsman !' soliloquizes 
 Horner, as he goes on his way ; ' why, he 
 is not fit to be named in the same day as 
 his brother. Mr. Charlie's the boy for me. 
 He both rides straight and takes a pleasure 
 in seeing hounds hunt. Hark ! is not that 
 'em ? His point is Welsby Coppice, I do 
 believe. Hold up, hoss ! You're not a- 
 getting tired already, sure-ly.' 
 
 ' Isn't this glorious, Charlie ?' cries Olive, 
 as they reach the crest of a hill, over which 
 the hounds have disappeared a few moments 
 previously, and up which the four men have 
 walked to ease their horses. ' Is not this 
 glorious ?' 
 
 She might well say so. Below them was 
 a breezy, wide-stretching common, which 
 sloped gently towards a verdant, well- 
 wooded valley, dotted with quaint cottages 
 and red farmhouses, and bounded far away 
 by a shining river.
 
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 ' Yes, that is Harold's Common ; as big 
 as a parish, they say. And see how the 
 hounds are o-oino* — all in a cluster. Well, 
 we are not likely to lose sight of them, 
 that is one comfort, and, by Jove, there 
 he is !' 
 
 1 The fox, do you mean — where V 
 1 Don't you see that dark object, a mere 
 speck, about half a mile before the hounds ?' 
 
 I And that is the fox ! Poor fellow ! 
 Do you know, Charlie, I almost hope he 
 may escape.' 
 
 I I don't think he will — the scent is too 
 good. But if we don't go on the hounds 
 will escape us, Come along.' 
 
 And they go helter-skelter down the 
 hill, Macadam and Charlie leading, for the 
 butcher has taken a good deal out of his 
 thoroughbred, and speed is not the strong 
 point of Noah's Ark. But the going is 
 good, and after a two-mile gallop all over- 
 take the hounds, just as the latter leave the 
 common for the fields, and exchange grass
 
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 for plough. And then the pace slackens 
 — fortunately, for it is no joke to face wide 
 ditches and formidable fences with fagged 
 horses. Even the hard-riding brewer is 
 glad to let the whip lead the way and keep 
 a keen look-out for gates and weak places. 
 
 But jumps are not always avoidable, 
 and at the very last obstacle — a rail and a 
 ditch — which has to be taken flying, Daisy 
 comes to grief. Charlie goes first, and then, 
 with keen anxiety, turns to see how it 
 will fare with Olive. 
 
 1 Send her at it,' he cries ; ' it's rather a 
 big place.' 
 
 The little mare does her best, but being 
 well-nigh spent, hits the rail hard, and 
 goes into the ditch instead of over it. 
 Olive luckily falls clear, and before Charlie 
 and Macadam can dismount to help her, 
 is on her feet. As for Daisy, she seems 
 disposed to rest for awhile in the ditch, 
 and it is with some difficulty that they 
 get her out of it.
 
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 ' Whether we lose the hounds or not, we 
 must have no more jumping/ says Charlie, 
 as he helps Olive into the muddy saddle. 
 ' Remember, I am responsible for your 
 safety, and you would not like any harm to 
 befall Daisy.' 
 
 ' Not for the world. But I should be 
 very sorry to spoil your sport. Ride on 
 after the hounds ; I can take care of my- 
 self.' 
 
 ' Certainly not. What would your 
 mother say ? And the hounds have 
 stopped running. Don't you see them 
 feathering in the middle of that stubble ?' 
 
 ' Have they killed V 
 
 * I don't think so. You would hear Bill 
 shouting " Whoo-whoop !" if they had. The 
 scent has either failed or the fox run to 
 ground. Let us go on and see.' 
 
 The hounds were baying at the mouth of 
 a drain. 
 
 1 He's in here, sir,' said the whip, who 
 was prone on the grass, listening intently.
 
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 ' I can hear him. Shall I run to yonder 
 farmhouse, get a spade, and try to dig him 
 out V 
 
 ' Don't, Charlie, don't ! He is a gallant 
 fox, and has given us a splendid run. Let 
 him live,' pleaded Olive. 
 
 1 Very well — yes, I think he deserves to 
 save his brush — an hour and forty minutes 
 with only two checks. What do you say, 
 Macadam ?' 
 
 ' I am quite of your opinion ; and it is 
 Hobson's choice. This drain is deep, and 
 we have no terriers. — You may as well call 
 them off, Bill. How far are we from 
 Peele ?' 
 
 ' If that house across the fields be the 
 King George, and I think it is, nigh on 
 fifteen miles. It's been a clinking run, Mr. 
 Charlie, it has that.' 
 
 ' You are right, and you have ridden well 
 up, Bill. Here's a crown for you ! And 
 now let us go to the King George and 
 refresh our horses and ourselves, and then
 
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 we will hie us home. What has become of 
 my brother and Horner, I wonder V 
 
 ' They did not like that brook, I think. 
 But never you fear, sir. Horner will turn 
 up. He does not ride as straight as you 
 and Mr. Macadam, but he's generally some- 
 where about at the end of a run.' 
 
 The whip proved a true prophet. As 
 hunters and hounds drew up at the door of 
 the inn, Horner came jogging up the road. 
 
 1 What have you done ?' he asked. 
 
 Bill told him. 
 
 ' I felt sure he was making for Welsby 
 Coppice, and he'd ha' got there, too, if the 
 hounds hadn't pressed him so hard. The 
 Squire will be as well pleased as if he had 
 ridden the run himself. But he'd ha' been 
 all the better pleased if you'd ha' taken the 
 brush home in your hat, Miss Lincoln. He 
 likes a kill, the Squire does.' 
 
 ' But I don't, and I am sure the brush is 
 much better where it is than in my hat. 
 Here is something to put into yours ' (hand-
 
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 ing him half a sovereign) ; ' and will you see, 
 please, that the horses are properly attended 
 to ? and then you can go into the house and 
 get something for yourselves.' 
 
 ' Thank you, miss, thank you kindly,' said 
 the old fellow, pocketing the tip and touch- 
 ing his cap. ' But I'll stop where I am. 
 If I was to get off it would take me half an 
 hour to get on again, I'm that stiff and 
 rheumatical. I'll have some cheese and 
 bread, and sixpenn'orth o' whisky, Bill ; and 
 slip the bit out of Pagan's mouth and bring 
 him some gruel. He'll not run away, I'll 
 warrant.'
 
 CHAPTER VII. 
 
 GOING HOME. 
 
 The ride home was long, and, so far as pace 
 went, slow, yet very pleasant withal. The 
 declining sun shone brightly on a charming 
 landscape, which still retained much of its 
 autumnal glory, and the run and its inci- 
 dents, besides being pleasant to think about, 
 made a subject for conversation which it 
 seemed impossible to exhaust. 
 
 Horner, as was meet, rode first at the 
 head of his pack. Next came Bill and Mr. 
 Macadam — the latter acting as amateur 
 second whip — to whom followed Olive and 
 Charlie. The butcher, whose horse had 
 gone dead lame, brought up the rear, and 
 was soon left hopelessly behind.
 
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 1 We had better keep together ; horses 
 like company, and this jog-trot is quite fast 
 enough/ had said Charlie to Miss Lin- 
 coln. 
 
 ' By all means. It will be so much more 
 cheerful for us, besides being better for the 
 horses/ answered Olive, with a sigh. 
 
 ' Are you tired, Olive, that you sigh V 
 asked Charlie softly. 
 
 ' A little. But it was not that.' 
 
 < What then V 
 
 ' 1 was thinking about my mother. She 
 will be frantically anxious. What time 
 shall we get home V 
 
 ' You at six ; I half an hour later. I 
 don't think you need distress yourself on 
 that account. I suppose Potts would 
 deliver my message V 
 
 ' I have no doubt he would, also a few 
 observations of his own. He thinks nobody 
 can take care of me but himself, and will 
 tell mother that without him I should be 
 sure to come to desperate grief.'
 
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 1 Well, your appearance at home safe and 
 sound will prove the contrary.' 
 
 ' For which thanks to you, Charlie. If 
 you had not piloted me so carefully and told 
 me what to do, I should never have seen 
 the end of the run — and I have enjoyed it 
 so much ! So much that I am almost 
 ashamed of myself, for I fear it is very 
 cruel.' 
 
 ' What is ?' 
 
 ' Hunting.' 
 
 ' There's no doubt it is, in a sense ; but 
 what is not ? You cannot eat a mutton 
 chop without killing a sheep, nor drink a 
 glass of water without swallowing a lot of 
 microscopic organisms. And remember that 
 if there was no hunting all these hounds 
 would have been drowned when they were 
 whelps.' 
 
 ' So we may regard ourselves as philan- 
 thropists. Instead of being a cruel amuse- 
 ment, hunting is a humane pursuit. Foxes 
 die in order that hounds may live. I vote 
 
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 for the hounds,' returned Olive brightly ; for 
 though she rather suspected that there 
 lurked a fallacy in Charlie's theory, she was 
 not disposed to scrutinize too strictly his 
 ingenious argument in support of so pleasant 
 a pastime. 
 
 ' That's it, Miss Lincoln,' put in the 
 brewer. ' If there was no hunting there 
 would be no hounds, and if we killed no 
 foxes there would be no hunting. And you 
 may do a lot of hunting without killing — 
 to-day, for instance. The betting is always 
 ten to one on the fox. I suppose you have 
 nothing of the sort in America, Miss 
 Lincoln ?' 
 
 ' Do you mean fox-hunting V 
 
 < Yes.' 
 
 ' You are quite mistaken, Mr. Macadam,' 
 said Olive, who, though she liked hunting 
 and England exceedingly, was too patriotic 
 to admit that her country played second 
 fiddle in anything whatever. ' You are 
 quite mistaken. I believe there is very
 
 GOING HOME 115 
 
 good fox-hunting in Virginia, and we have 
 something far finer — buffalo-hunting on the 
 prairies and grizzly-bear-hunting in the 
 Rockies.' 
 
 ' But they hunt buffaloes without hounds 
 — just ride up to them and shoot them 
 down. The poor brutes have no chance,' 
 said the brewer. 
 
 ' I don't call that sport at all,' said 
 Charlie ; ' hunting without hounds is like 
 dancing without music. And then there is 
 no jumping.' 
 
 1 And what is that like V demanded 
 Olive tartly. 
 
 ' Fox-hunting without jumping is like war 
 without fighting.' 
 
 ' Or beer without hops,' suggested the 
 brewer. 
 
 1 Or love without kisses,' added Charlie. 
 
 1 All the same, America is ' 
 
 ' Your country, and you are quite right 
 to stick up for it. I admit your superiority 
 as to buffaloes and grizzlies, and I dare say
 
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 it is good fun hunting them. But I am 
 quite content with Old England and fox- 
 hunting ; I want nothing better.' 
 
 ' Hear, hear !' said the brewer ; ' Old 
 England for ever, and may we never have 
 worse sport than we have had to-day !' 
 
 ' That is a sentiment in which I can 
 concur without reserve,' observed Olive. 
 ' It is the best day's sport I ever had ; and 
 I don't think I shall have a better until I 
 hunt the buffalo and the grizzly in their 
 native wilds.' 
 
 And then they all laughed. When 
 people are in high spirits a small joke goes 
 a long way. 
 
 An hour's alternate jog- trotting and 
 walking brought them to Rodwell Cross, 
 and there they parted company, the hounds 
 and the brewer croim? one way, Miss Lincoln 
 and Charlie another. 
 
 ' My mother and I were talking about 
 you the other day,' said Olive, after a short 
 interval of silence.
 
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 ' I hope you were speaking well of me. 7 
 
 1 I am not sure that you would think it 
 well. My mother said that you were not 
 cut out for a lawyer, and I rather agree 
 with her.' 
 
 1 So do I. To tell the truth, I don't like 
 the law, and I am not a lawyer by choice.' 
 
 ' You would rather have been something 
 else ?' 
 
 ' I would rather have been a soldier. I 
 wanted to go into the army, but, as my 
 father and mother objected, I yielded to 
 their wishes, and became an articled clerk, a 
 good deal against the grain. Mv father is 
 very good, though. He does not tie me to 
 the desk. " Enjoy yourself while you are 
 young," he said. " Care will come soon 
 enough. If you are not ploughed more 
 than once at your exams. I shall be con- 
 tent." ' 
 
 ' And have you been ploughed ? 
 
 ' Never. My pride would not let me, 
 and the exams, are not very difficult.'
 
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 1 But you don't spend much time at the 
 office ?' 
 
 ' No more than I can help.' 
 
 ' And is that the way you intend to go 
 through life — doing no more than you can 
 help V asked Olive, rather contemptuously. 
 
 ' I did not say I do no more work than I 
 can help/ returned Charlie, with some 
 asperity. ' I said I spent no more time in 
 the office than I could help, which is a very 
 different matter. And there is no particular 
 reason why I should work hard. Ned does. 
 He likes it. and old Lilly white is a host in 
 himself, to say nothing of my father ; and, 
 though he is fond of field sports, no man 
 in the county works harder at his profes- 
 sion.' 
 
 ' Yes, your father is a very fine man. 
 Everybody respects him. He has been 
 very good to us. My mother says that 
 there is nobody in the world in whom she 
 has such absolute confidence. He is integrity 
 itself
 
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 1 Yes, and he is kindness itself. I would 
 rather lose my right hand than vex my 
 father. It was to please him that I gave 
 up my idea of going into the army.' 
 
 ' It was not to please your mother, then ?' 
 
 ' It pleased them both. If the pater had 
 been left to himself I think he would have 
 consented. But she would not hear of it — 
 she comes of a Quaker family, and has some 
 Quaker notions about soldiering and that — 
 and if you want to please my father you 
 must please my mother. ... I am afraid 
 you think me a very idle fellow, Olive.' 
 
 ' No, I would not say that. You hunt 
 and fish, and play cricket and football with 
 great energy and success. No, you are far 
 from idle. But you don't seem to care 
 about getting on. Now, in America, a 
 young man in your position would throw all 
 his energies into business.' 
 
 1 Make a fortune, you mean ? By the 
 time I should have made a fortune I should 
 have lost the capacity to enjoy it. I would
 
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 rather go on as I am. I shall have enough 
 for my wants.' 
 
 ' But could you not try to make a 
 name ?' 
 
 ' What chance has a country solicitor of 
 making a name, I should like to know ?' 
 
 ' Oh, there are ways ! You might get 
 into Parliament, for instance. Anyhow, if 
 I were a man I should not be content to be 
 a nobody. I would either make a fortune 
 or a name, or in some other way win dis- 
 tinction.' 
 
 ' I lost my chance of winning distinction 
 when I went into my father's office instead 
 of going into the army, and I shall never 
 have another — unless the French come and 
 the Yeomanry Cavalry are called out,' said 
 Charlie, laughing lightly, yet not without a 
 touch of bitterness. ' But here we are at 
 your lodge-gates, and just at the time I 
 expected. The church clock is striking six. 
 Shall I go in with you ?' 
 
 ' Of course you must, and give an account
 
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 of your stewardship and help me to make 
 my peace with my mother.' 
 
 1 All right ! Let us trot up the avenue, 
 and then she will know we are coming.' 
 
 As the two belated ones reined up before 
 the house a footman threw open the door, 
 and a plump little woman, with a round, fat 
 face, lively black eyes, and wearing widow's 
 weeds, appeared at the threshold. 
 
 1 At last ! Thank heaven you are safe, 
 Olive ! If you only knew how anxious I 
 have been ! When I heard the sound of 
 hoofs in the avenue, I feared it might be 
 the huntsman coming to tell me you were 
 killed. Why didn't you return with Potts?' 
 
 1 Because I should have had to leave off 
 at the very beginning of the run. I would 
 not have done it for a thousand Potts ! He 
 got home all right, I suppose ?' 
 
 ' He did get home, but I cannot say he 
 was all right. His hat was battered all to 
 pieces and fastened on with a handkerchief, 
 his face scratched all over and encrusted
 
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 with blood, his coat torn and covered with 
 mud, and Tinker lame. Potts returned in 
 a sorry plight, I assure you ; and he said 
 you two were careering over the country 
 like mad people, and he doubted whether 
 either of you would come home alive. He 
 frightened me dreadfully, and I don't think 
 I shall ever let Olive ' 
 
 ' Potts is an old teapot !' interposed 
 Charlie. ' It was one of the finest runs 
 ever known, Mrs. Lincoln, and no dangerous 
 jumping, and Olive rode like an Amazon ! 
 If the fox had been killed, instead of run- 
 ning to ground, she would have got the 
 brush.' 
 
 ' Yes, Olive does ride well,' said Mrs. 
 Lincoln, mollified by the young fellow's 
 praise of her daughter ; ' but that is no 
 reason why you should lead her into 
 danger.' 
 
 ' He did not lead me into danger ; he led 
 me into safety,' answ T ered the girl warmly. 
 ' If you had only seen — he kept with me
 
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 all the time, went first over all the difficult 
 places and told me what to do. But for 
 him I should certainly have come to grief.' 
 
 ' Well, well, we will say no more about 
 it, only no more fox-hunting, if you please. 
 Won't you stay and dine with us, Charlie ? 
 We will excuse your costume.' 
 
 ' You are very kind, Mrs. Lincoln ; but 
 they are expecting me at home, and Kitty 
 has had a hard day. I must get her made 
 comfortable for the night as soon as pos- 
 sible.' 
 
 And then they shook hands, and the 
 young fellow hied him homeward, musing, 
 and not in the best of humours. It was 
 not the first time Olive had hinted, though 
 never before so plainly, that he was not 
 taking life sufficiently in earnest, and that 
 he ouo\ht to have higher aims and nobler 
 pleasures than being merely a country 
 lawyer, captain of the Peele Eleven, and 
 riding straight to hounds. His conscience 
 told him that the imputation was true, and
 
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 he did not like it ; less, however, out of 
 regard for his conscience than for Olive's good 
 opinion, which he greatly desired. He had 
 known her since she was eleven or twelve 
 years old — that was why they called each 
 other by their Christian names — and he was 
 her senior by three years. But being as 
 precocious as travelled American girls gene- 
 rally are, and having seen a good deal more 
 of the world than he had, she treated him 
 much as a strong-minded elder sister treats 
 a wayward brother — ordered him about, 
 made him fetch and carry for her, and occa- 
 sionally admonished him for his good. 
 Charlie, on his part, made no objection ; 
 he did not find it unpleasant to be ordered 
 about by a pretty girl, and he liked Miss 
 Lincoln so well that he would have suffered 
 much rather than forfeit her goodwill or 
 forego the pleasure of her society. He had 
 never seriously asked himself whether he 
 loved her. A little flirting was all very 
 well ; but the conscience aforesaid told him
 
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 that he was too young to become engaged, 
 and existing arrangements were so entirely 
 to his satisfaction that he had no wish to 
 change them for a state of things that might 
 interfere with hunting and cricket. 
 
 Nevertheless, Olive's strictures on his 
 want of purpose were very galling, the 
 more especially as, albeit in one sense true, 
 they were not altogether deserved. She 
 did not give him credit for the sacrifice 
 he had made in renouncing his desire to 
 enter the army. It had been the dream of 
 his life to go to the wars, and he knew that 
 he should never shine as a solicitor. The 
 study and practice of the law were only 
 made tolerable to him by being largely in- 
 termixed with sport, and out-of-door work in 
 connection with Lord Hermitage's estate. 
 
 ' If I can only please Olive by making 
 my fortune as a lawyer, I may as well give 
 it up as a bad job,' he thought. ' And I 
 would rather please her than anybody else. 
 But what can a fellow do ? I might enlist ;
 
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 but after the way Jack has behaved that 
 would break their hearts entirely, and I am 
 not sure that Olive would like me to be a 
 private soldier.' 
 
 So it came to pass that, notwithstanding 
 the good day's sport he had enjoyed, Charlie 
 went home pensive and despondent. 
 
 Meanwhile Olive and her mother were 
 making him the subject of another discus- 
 sion. 
 
 ' What have you and Charlie been talking 
 about ?' asked Mrs. Lincoln, as they sat in 
 the drawing-room waiting for dinner to be 
 announced. 
 
 1 All sorts of things — the run and the 
 hounds, and, lastly, about himself. I took 
 the liberty of telling him what you said the 
 other day — that he was not sufficiently in 
 earnest, that he ought to have a purpose 
 in life and try to make some show T in the 
 world.' 
 
 1 How did he take it ?' 
 
 ' Very well. He never resents anything
 
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 I say. The trouble is that he does not 
 like law a bit. He wanted to go into the 
 army.' 
 
 1 It was all very well he did not. All 
 idle young men want to go into the army, I 
 think.' 
 
 1 Charlie is not idle, mother — anything 
 but that. He works with great energy at 
 anything he likes, and it is not his fault that 
 he has been put into a profession which he 
 detests.' 
 
 Mrs. Lincoln smiled. 
 
 ' What would you have, my dear ?' she 
 said. * A minute since you were blaming 
 the young man ; now you are praising 
 him.' 
 
 ' Well, I am afraid of his sinking into a 
 nondescript and a nobody — half sportsman, 
 half lawyer. He has it in him to do a great 
 deal better than that ; he is generous, 
 courageous, and high-spirited, and in many 
 things really very clever — much more so 
 than some people imagine.'
 
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 i You have observed him very closely, I 
 think.' 
 
 ' Naturally. We were children together ; 
 and I always observe people. It is amusing.' 
 
 ' All the same, Olive, there is a grave de- 
 fect in Charlie's character. I fear he is un- 
 stable, and will never excel — except in sport. 
 What if he does not like the law ? He has 
 gone into it, and it is his duty to conquer his 
 dislike. Many a man has made a fortune and 
 a name in a profession which he did not find 
 congenial at first. Let him take example 
 from his brother. Edward will get on. He 
 works at this unfortunate suit of ours night 
 and day. His knowledge of the law is simply 
 immense. He seems to know everything and 
 forget nothing.' 
 
 ' Yes, he is a model young man, which is 
 perhaps the reason I don't much like him.' 
 
 ' You mean you don't like him because 
 other people do.' 
 
 ' That is not it. I dislike him because he 
 is priggish and conceited, after the manner
 
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 of models. Then, he doesn't ride straight, 
 and I detest his laugh.' 
 
 Mrs. Lincoln smiled again. 
 
 ' That is a new fad of yours, Olive, judg- 
 ing people by their laugh,' she said ; ' and if 
 riding is to be the test, I admit that Edward 
 is hopelessly inferior to his brother. But it 
 is not a test of a man's moral worth, and 
 judged by any other standard Edward is the 
 better man. He is industrious and clever, 
 as high-principled as his father, and alto- 
 gether a most promising young man. I 
 greatly prefer him to Charlie, and so, I 
 think, must every sensible person.' 
 
 ' Then I am not a sensible person, for I 
 am sure I don't,' returned Olive defiantly. 
 
 ' Well, well, there is no accounting for likes 
 and dislikes,' said Mrs. Lincoln, with an air 
 of amused resignation, ' and perhaps if I 
 preferred Charlie you would prefer Ned. 
 Some people go by the rule of contrary. 
 But let us go in to dinner ; the bell has rung, 
 and you must be very hungry.' 
 
 vol. 1. 9
 
 CHAPTER VIII. 
 
 THE BLESSING. 
 
 ' Got some gruel ready, Tom ?' asked Charlie 
 of the head-groom, as he rode into the stable- 
 yard. 
 
 ' Yes, sir.' 
 
 * Well, take good care of Kitty. We have 
 had a clinking run and a long hack home. 
 What are you doing with a fire in the harness- 
 room ?' 
 
 1 Drying Mr. Edward's boots and saddle 
 and things. He got into a brook or summat, 
 and came home sousing wet.' 
 
 ' Give Kitty a linseed mash — but no corn, 
 mind, and no bran — and when she is cool 
 sheet her well up and bandage her legs.' 
 
 And with that the young fellow hurried
 
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 into the house, for it was quite dinner-time ; 
 but it took him only a few minutes to 
 change his hunting-suit for evening dress, 
 and he entered the dining-room with the 
 second course. 
 
 A large, low-ceiled room it was, and oak- 
 wainscoted ; at one end burnt a bright fire of 
 logs, at the other shone resplendent a fine 
 black oak cabinet and sideboard, lighted with 
 wax candles, in its way quite a work of art, 
 to the building of which Mr. Prince, who 
 was curious in such matters, had given much 
 time and thought. The windows were hung 
 with crimson curtains, the walls adorned 
 with choice oil-paintings, and all the arrange- 
 ments were suggestive of good taste and easy 
 circumstances. 
 
 ' Had good sport, my boy, eh V said 
 Mr. Prince pleasantly, as Charlie took his 
 seat. 
 
 1 Capital ! Found a fox and ran him an 
 hour and thirty-five minutes with only two 
 checks. Hasn't Ned told you V
 
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 ' He could not tell me more than he knew. 
 He got into trouble at Cobbin Brook and 
 came home. Gad ! I would not have come 
 home.' 
 
 1 1 think Edward did quite right to come,' 
 observed Mrs. Prince gently, and with a 
 slight lifting of her beautiful arched eye- 
 brows. ' It would have been very foolish of 
 him to go on with wet clothes and his boots 
 full of water.' 
 
 1 Ah, well, there's no accounting for tastes 
 in these things — and Ned never was much 
 of a sportsman.' 
 
 ' I never pretended to be, father. Chacun 
 a son gout, you know.' 
 
 ' All the same, you rode like a sportsman 
 to-day, Ned,' put in Charlie. ' If you had 
 not got into the brook, you would have seen 
 the end of the run as well as the best — and 
 an accident may happen to anybody.' 
 
 The mother smiled. She knew that her 
 sons were not always sympathetic, and the 
 junior's generous defence of the elder, even
 
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 in so small a matter as this, touched a 
 responsive chord in her heart. 
 
 ' Well, one cannot help getting a bit 
 excited when hounds are running,' said Xed, 
 smiling in turn ; ' and if Merry Boy had not 
 blundered into the deepest part of the brook, 
 I don't think I should have been far behind 
 you.' 
 
 1 Blundered, did he ?' said Mr. Prince, 
 with a gesture of surprise. ' The old horse 
 does not often do that, unless How- 
 ever, it is perhaps as well you did not take 
 much out of him. He will be fit for me to 
 ride with the foxhounds on Thursday — if you 
 will help Lillywhite to look after the shop, 
 Charlie ! Ned is £oino* to town for a few 
 days.' 
 
 1 Of course I will, father ; and if the 
 weather holds out you ought to have good 
 sport.' 
 
 1 I hope Olive came to no harm,' said Mrs. 
 Prince. ' I have never been able to reconcile 
 myself to the idea of girls riding to hounds,
 
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 and I know that her mother is never quite 
 happy when she is out.' 
 
 ' She did not come to the least harm, and 
 straight she rode, too — never shirked a single 
 jump/ returned Charlie. 
 
 ' Did not boggle at the brook, I suppose ?' 
 said Mr. Prince, with a side-glance at his 
 elder son. 
 
 ' Nor anything else.' 
 
 * If you mean that for me, father,' he said 
 — ' if you mean that I boggled at the brook, 
 just let me tell you that I did nothing of the 
 sort. If Merry Boy had not refused the 
 bank and plunged into mid-stream, so wetting 
 me through, I should have gone on ; but I 
 am not so fond of hunting as to be in- 
 different to the consequences of a ducking.' 
 
 1 You see what you have missed, Ned,' 
 said the father mischievously — ' the best 
 part of a clinking run and a ride home with 
 a pretty girl.' 
 
 Edward, who took himself too seriously 
 to like being chaffed, did not deign to reply.
 
 THE BLESSING 135 
 
 Before dinner was quite over the butler 
 told Mr. Prince in an aside that Thomas 
 Roots, from Windy Gap, would like to have 
 a word with him. 
 
 1 Bother Thomas Boots ! Why cannot he 
 come to the office in business hours ? How- 
 ever, he is an important tenant, and always up 
 to time with his rent. It is about that new 
 barn he wants building, I suppose. See 
 him, Charlie — it is in your line — and say 
 that Lord Hermitage won't let us spend any 
 more money in improvements this year ; but 
 after Lady Day I dare say we can manage 
 it. Show Boots into my room, Hartly, and 
 give him a glass of grog.' 
 
 Charlie had got rid of the farmer, and 
 was on the point of returning to the drawing- 
 room, when one of the maids gave him a 
 note, which, on opening, he found to run as 
 follows : 
 
 1 The waif whom you so generously re- 
 lieved this morning craves the favour of an
 
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 interview with Mr. Charles Prince. He has 
 a very important communication to make, 
 but, being in rags, would rather not show 
 himself in the house. He will wait for an 
 answer at the stable-yard gate.' 
 
 * He must be a queer tramp,' thought 
 Charlie ; ' this letter is well written and not 
 badly expressed. Shall I see him ? Ned 
 would say he was a begging-letter impostor, 
 and want to send for a constable. As likely 
 as not, though, he is a decent fellow down on 
 his luck. Anyhow, there is no harm in 
 hearing what he has to say.' 
 
 So, after lighting his pipe and putting on 
 a felt hat, he went leisurely into the stable- 
 yard, unsuspicious of evil, and anticipating 
 nothing more serious than a tramp's story, 
 possibly true, but more probably false, ending 
 with a request for money. 
 
 He found the man lounging against the 
 gate-post, with his hands in his pockets and 
 his hat slouched over his eyes.
 
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 ' Well ?' said Charlie, stopping before 
 him. 
 
 ' I should like a word with you, sir, if 
 you would be so kind as to give me a hear- 
 ing. But we might be overheard here ; 
 people are coming and going. Could we go 
 somewhere ? I shall not detain you long.' 
 
 The tone, voice and manners of the man 
 were so different from those of the tramp 
 who had opened the gate for him earlier in 
 the day, that Charlie could hardly believe it 
 was the same. 
 
 1 Is it so very particular, then, what you 
 have to say V he asked. 
 
 1 Very, sir, as you will be the first to 
 admit when I tell you.' 
 
 1 Let us go into the harness-room. There 
 is a fire, and the men are sure to be away by 
 this time.' 
 
 Charles led the way to the harness-room, 
 opened the door and went in, the tramp 
 following. Edward's saddle was drying 
 before the fire on an old wooden case turned
 
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 upside down. Charlie removed the saddle, 
 and told the tramp to take a rest on the 
 box ; then he put a log on the fire and stirred 
 it up. As he stooped to do this, his face 
 came near the tramp's. 
 
 ' You have been drinking,' he said sternly, 
 turning round with the poker still in his 
 hand. 
 
 ' Yes, sir ; I had a glass of brandy, but not 
 out of your money, for on my way to Peele 
 I earned sixpence by helping a carter to get 
 his cart out of a ditch. And if you are ever 
 as tired and hungry and used up as I was 
 this morning, you'll be glad of a drop of 
 something to put a bit of life and courage 
 into you. And I'd have no objection to 
 another glass, if you'd give me one. Might 
 a fellow smoke ?' 
 
 ' Might a fellow smoke ! Do you know 
 you are getting confoundedly familiar ? You 
 have not only been drinking — you are 
 drunk.' 
 
 ' No, I am not. One glass of brandy does
 
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 not make a man like me drunk, and that is 
 all I have had. As for familiarity, I have 
 a right to be familiar.' 
 
 ' You impertinent scoundrel ! I've a good 
 mind ' 
 
 ' Don't use bad language, my dear sir. 
 You'll be sorry for it afterwards.' 
 
 ' 'Pon my word, this is intolerable ! Say 
 at once what you have to say, or I'll send for 
 a constable.' 
 
 1 I don't think you will, sir.' 
 
 6 Why not ? You are either an impostor 
 or worse.' 
 
 ' Well, perhaps I am — in one sense. All 
 the same, don't you know me ?' 
 
 1 Know you ? How on earth should I 
 know you ?' 
 
 ' Look at me.' 
 
 The tramp rose, doffed his hat, removed 
 the patch from his eye, and then threw back 
 his head. 
 
 1 Look !' he repeated. 
 
 Charles shook his head.
 
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 1 By this fitful light,' he said, again stirring 
 the fire — ' by this fitful light I should not 
 know my own brother.' 
 
 ' I am your own brother.' 
 
 ' My own brother ! Good heavens ! You 
 don't mean to say you are Jack ?' 
 
 ' Yes, I am your vagabond, ne'er-do-weel 
 brother — the same, though I can hardly 
 believe it, who, when you were a little chap 
 so high, used to romp with you in this very 
 room, and ride you round the garden there 
 on his back.' 
 
 Charlie's first impulse was to exclaim 
 ' Dear old Jack !' and take his hand. Then, 
 remembering the evil Jack had wrought — 
 though he did not know the worst — he drew 
 back. 
 
 1 What are you doing here, and what has 
 brought you to this pass ?' he asked coldly. 
 
 1 I will tell you. But not so loud, not so 
 loud ; the servants — somebody might hear. 
 But let me ask you, first of all, did the 
 governor square Peploe and Pope V
 
 THE BLESSING 141 
 
 ' I believe so. At any rate, he paid a 
 good deal of money !' 
 
 1 Then they did not burst up ? there was 
 no scandal ?' 
 
 ■ Peploe and Pope did not burst up ; 
 there was no scandal/ 
 
 ' Then he must have squared them ! I 
 wonder how much it cost him. But did he 
 square the bank as well V 
 
 1 What bank ?' 
 
 ' Jardine and Jameson.' 
 
 ' I cannot tell you ; I never heard of them 
 before. Now, answer my questions — where 
 have you been, and what do you want ?' 
 
 ' Where have I been ? Well, when I 
 found the game was up I jumped a 
 ship ' 
 
 ' You ran away from your debts, you 
 mean ? That was cowardly.' 
 
 ' My debts ? Yes, I ran away from my 
 debts,' answered Jack, with a hard laugh, 
 1 and a good job I did. I put on a suit of 
 sailor clothes, went down to the docks, jumped
 
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 on board a ship as she was being towed out, 
 got a berth as ordinary seaman, and sailed 
 in her to China ; and a rough voyage we 
 had, I can tell you ! At Hong-Kong I left 
 her, and got a billet in a merchant's office ; 
 and if I had been a steady-going chap I 
 might have saved money and got on. I did 
 save some, but I sjjent it in a spree, and 
 lost my billet at the same time. There was 
 nothing for it but to go to sea again, so I 
 shipped on board a brig bound to Queens- 
 town for orders. We got orders to go on 
 to Liverpool ; and that being about the last 
 place in the world I wanted to go to, I 
 slipped overboard and swam ashore, and, as 
 I had not a copper in my pocket and hardly 
 a shirt to my back, I 'listed. By the time 
 I had finished my drill the regiment was 
 sent to Colchester, and there I got across 
 with an infernal brute of a sergeant-major. 
 One day last week he provoked me beyond 
 endurance, and I knocked him down. I 
 was placed under arrest, of course ; but the
 
 THE BLESSING 143 
 
 same night I escaped from the lock-up, 
 went to a boozing ken, a common lodging- 
 house, and exchanged clothes with a tramp 
 while he slept, then set off on the tramp 
 myself.' 
 
 ' You are a deserter, then V 
 
 ' A deserter — and worse ; he is ' 
 
 Jack seized the poker and sprang to his 
 feet. Charlie turned sharply round. There 
 was a dark figure in the doorway. 
 
 * You, Ned ?' he exclaimed. 
 
 ' Yes ; you dropped this note in the hall, 
 and recognising the handwriting, and guess- 
 ing what had happened, I came here just in 
 time to hear this vagabond's confession 
 — or so much of it as he chooses to tell. 
 — How dare you show your face here, 
 Jack V 
 
 1 What is that to you, Ned ? You are 
 not my keeper. I have done you no harm.' 
 
 ' Done me no harm ! You have harmed 
 us all. Are we not partners in your dis- 
 grace ? To make good your defalcations
 
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 and prevent a frightful scandal, father had 
 to borrow money and incur a liability 
 which will hamper him as long as he lives. 
 Is that no harm ? Is it no harm to us — 
 to Charlie and me — think you, that our 
 eldest brother should be guilty of forgery 
 and fraud, and become a drunkard, a de- 
 serter, and a tramp V 
 
 1 Forgery and fraud!' exclaimed Charlie. 
 ' No, no, Ned ! It is surely not so bad 
 as that ?' 
 
 ' You were so young at the time that 
 father did not want you to know ; so, for 
 God's sake, keep it to yourself ! But it is 
 true — ask him if it isn't.' 
 
 ' It is true,' murmured Jack, bowing his 
 head. 
 
 1 And the bankers refused to be squared. 
 If they find out that you are in the country 
 they will prosecute you. Why on earth 
 didn't you stay in China, or go somewhere 
 else ? If you possessed the slightest vestige 
 of a conscience, you would have cut your
 
 THE BLESSING 145 
 
 throat or blown out your brains rather than 
 come back here.' 
 
 ' Don't say that, Xecl,' interrupted Charlie. 
 1 It is almost as if you told him to commit 
 murder. And he is our brother, after all. 
 It is not for us to throw stones at him. If 
 we don't forgive him, who will ?' 
 
 1 Well, I might have forgiven him if he 
 had not come back. But this is the worst 
 thing he has done yet. If he is taken up 
 as a deserter — and he may be any moment, 
 for I have not the least doubt the police are 
 on the look-out for him — if he is taken he 
 
 is sure to be recognised, and then It 
 
 makes my very blood run cold to think of it ! 
 . . . What is your object in coming here, 
 Jack ? I suppose you have an object V 
 
 ' I thought I might get a little help. 
 There's not a beggar on the road who is 
 poorer than I am !' 
 
 ' And you shall be helped, Jack,' broke in 
 Charlie impetuously. ' I cannot do much, 
 but whatever I can do I will.' 
 
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 1 He does not deserve to be helped, 
 Charlie ; and if it was not for the disgrace 
 it would cause the family, I should say leave 
 him to his fate.' 
 
 ' No, you would not, Ned. When it 
 came to the point, you would not have the 
 heart to turn your own brother from your 
 door without raising a hand to help him, 
 though he is a black sheep.' 
 
 ' You are right, Charlie,' said Jack 
 gloomily. ' I am a black sheep, and I fear 
 I always shall be ; but is it entirely my own 
 fault, think you? A man is pretty much as 
 God makes him. At school I was always 
 getting into scrapes ; Ned was never in a 
 scrape in his life. I could never do right, 
 he could never do wrong; and it has been so 
 ever since. How I wish my father had let 
 me go to sea when I wanted ! I should 
 have got licked into shape while I was a 
 cub. What was the use of trying to make 
 a barrister of a fellow like me V 
 
 ' Not a word against the pater, Jack, if
 
 THE BLESSING 147 
 
 you please,' said Charlie. ' He has been 
 only too good.' 
 
 ' I am not saying a word against him ; 
 merely expressing regret that I was not 
 allowed to go to sea. I regret still more 
 that he did not drown me while I was a 
 whelp. I wish I had never been born. 
 Don't you think I feel my degradation ? 
 Ned accused me of being a drunkard. I 
 am not — at any rate, I am not a sot ; but 
 sometimes I get utterly reckless — I think 
 of what I am, and what I might have been, 
 and then T am ready for anything. I try 
 to drown dark memories in drink — and, I 
 won't deny it, the habit grows. . . . But 
 I wont trouble vou. Whv should I ? You 
 
 tJ d 
 
 are among the fortunate of the earth, while 
 I, like Cain, am a vagabond on the face of it ! 
 Let me £0. What though I am lagged ? 
 It will only be fifty lashes ! I can stand 
 that, and I did not enlist in my own name.' 
 ' That would not do at all, Jack,' said 
 Edward, speaking kindly for the first time.
 
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 1 You would have to be brought before the 
 bench, and somebody would be sure to 
 recognise you ; and I cannot bear to think 
 of you wandering about the country like a 
 common tramp. Have you any money in 
 your pocket, Charlie V 
 
 ' Three or four sovereigns.' 
 
 ' And I have no more.' 
 
 ' That will do, thank you,' said Jack 
 humbly. ' Five pounds w 7 ill make me rich 
 beyond the dreams of avarice.' 
 
 ' No. You should have enough to take 
 you out of this country, and start you in 
 another — forty or fifty pounds at least — 
 and you must be away from Peele before 
 daylight to morrow — by the 5.30 train. . . . 
 I have it. I am going to town to-morrow 
 by the 10.30 express, in re Lincoln. I can 
 get the money there, and you can meet me 
 — it won't do for you to come to Wood's 
 Hotel — at the Black Bull in Holborn, 
 between five and six o'clock. Where will 
 you go ?'
 
 THE BLESSIXG 149 
 
 ' To New York, in a sailing ship from 
 the Thames. I must fight shy both of 
 Liverpool and Queenstown.' 
 
 ' You will really go, now ? You won't 
 spend the money in drink ?' 
 
 ' I assure you, Ned ' 
 
 ' Well, it is your last chance, remember ; 
 and I don't mean to give you all this money 
 at once. Fifteen pounds or so will be 
 enough to keep you a few days in London 
 and pay your passage in a sailing ship to 
 Xew York. I will remit the balance to 
 the care of some banker to wait your arrival. 
 What may be your latest alias V 
 
 ' It was John Jones the other day. It 
 is anything you like now.' 
 
 1 Let it be grandfather's, then — Mark 
 Darnley. And now we must go in, or we 
 shall be missed. Charlie will bring you 
 some clothes and a rug presently. You 
 cannot go to London in those rags ; and 
 you must be off before the men come in the 
 morning.'
 
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 ' Couldn't I see him and my mother and 
 ask their forgiveness ? It might help me 
 to do better.' 
 
 ' No. It would be too cruel. It would 
 reawaken painful memories ; their hearts 
 would bleed afresh ; and — there are other 
 reasons.' 
 
 The ' other reasons ' were Edward's dread 
 of a scene, and a fear that the scapegrace 
 might obtain from his father a great deal 
 more money than the modest sum which he 
 himself proposed to give him. 
 
 ' Anyhow, he may see them,' Charlie 
 said. ' We have evening prayer about ten 
 o'clock. When the stable clock strikes the 
 hour go round to the dining-room window, 
 Jack. I will arrange the blinds so that you 
 can look in without being seen. But take 
 care they don't see you. I will bring you 
 the things as soon as I can, and I shall 
 come again in the morning to see you off 
 and say good-bye.' 
 
 When his brothers were gone, Jack put
 
 THE BLESSING 151 
 
 his elbows on his knees and his head 
 between his hands, and gazed gloomily at 
 the flickering lire. 
 
 ' Evening prayer ! Evening prayer f he 
 
 moaned. ' They keep it up, then. How 
 
 long is it since ? To think of that time 
 
 and what I am now is enough to make a 
 
 fellow hang himself, as my dear brother 
 
 advised me to do. How proud I was when 
 
 mother took me in to prayers for the first 
 
 time, and held me on her lap while father 
 
 read ! and then I would kneel at her side 
 
 and say my own prayer, " God make me a 
 
 good boy !" . . . Not much use, that 
 
 prayer ! He has made me a deuced bad 
 
 boy — or the devil has — worse than I dare 
 
 tell or anybody knows. . . . I'll ask Ned 
 
 to pay my passage and see me safely on 
 
 board. If he gives me all that money I 
 
 shall go on the loose and get lagged, to a 
 
 dead certainty. . . . They are very good, 
 
 'pon my soul ! Charlie is really kind ; he 
 
 means it. Ned is srood because he wants
 
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 to get rid of me. He is nothing if not 
 respectable. Gad ! if he saw me marched 
 off with those things on my wrist, between 
 a couple of fellows with fixed bayonets, he 
 would have a fit. ... I am on the down 
 grade, and no mistake. If I could only 
 keep off drink ! Unless I do I shall go to 
 the deuce fast, and utterly — faster, I dare 
 say, in America than here. However, as 
 nobody knows me there and nobody cares 
 for me here, it don't much matter. Life 
 is but a thought, and I have seen more of 
 it than most men twice my age.' 
 
 And so his vagrant thoughts ran on until 
 the clock struck ten. Then he went out 
 and crept furtively, by well-known paths, to 
 the dining-room window, and looked into 
 the house from which he was an outcast, 
 and might never enter aoain. The room 
 was empty, but there presently came a 
 servant and laid a Bible and a Prayer-Book 
 on the table. Next a bell rang, and Mr. 
 and Mrs. Prince and their two sons, followed
 
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 by several domestics, entered the room and 
 took their places, just as they had done in 
 days gone by. For the most of those 
 present it was a ceremony without any 
 particular meaning — Mr. Prince taking part 
 in it mainly to please his wife, and because 
 it was the right thing to do — but the vaga- 
 bond's interest in it was intense ; he lost 
 neither a word nor a gesture ; it was his 
 last glimpse of home, the last time he should 
 look on his father and mother, for whom, 
 despite his sins and degradation, there was, 
 deep down in his heart, an undying affection. 
 When Mr. Prince had read a few verses 
 and a short prayer the servants withdrew, 
 and Mrs. Prince, sitting down at the piano, 
 asked her sons and her husband to join her 
 in singing the old Evening Hymn : 
 
 ' Glory to Thee, my God, this night, 
 For all the blessings of the light ; 
 Keep me, oh, keep me, King of kings, 
 Under Thine own almighty wings.' 
 
 When it was finished she rose from her 
 seat.
 
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 1 Are you going to bed already, mother ?' 
 asked Charlie. 
 
 ' Yes, I feel rather tired.' 
 
 The two young men kissed her. 
 
 ' Good-night, and may God bless you !' 
 she said with emotion ; ' and may He also 
 bless poor erring Jack, wherever he is this 
 night. I have thought much about him 
 to-day.' 
 
 1 Ay, God bless him !' added Mr. Prince, 
 in a choking voice. ' He needs a blessing, 
 if anybody does. It is nearly three years 
 since his name passed my lips. He has 
 done us a cruel wrong ; but he is our own 
 lad still. That is a fact one cannot blot 
 out ; and for aught we know he may be 
 leading a better life. I often wonder where 
 he is, and how occupied. All the same, I 
 hope we may never hear of him again — 
 unless it be something good. Better that 
 he should perish in a foreign land than come 
 back and disgrace us.' 
 
 All this fell on the listening vagabond's
 
 THE BLESSING 155 
 
 ears and burnt into his soul. His whole 
 body trembled with suppressed emotion, and 
 his face was bathed with tears. 
 
 ' I have their blessing,' he murmured ; 
 ' they love me still, drunken reprobate 
 though I am. Please God, I'll never touch 
 drink again ; and when they hear of me it 
 shall be something good — it shall — it shall !' 
 
 And then he crept back to his hiding- 
 place, by the way he had come. 
 
 A few days later Jack was at sea, on 
 board a ship bound for New York ; and 
 during the voyage, which was long and 
 stormy, he never turned in without mur- 
 muring : 
 
 ' Keep me, oh, keep me, King of kings, 
 Under Thine own almighty wings,' 
 
 and saying to himself : ' It shall be some- 
 thing good, if I live.'
 
 CHAPTER IX. 
 
 mrs, Lincoln's plan. 
 
 Though Mrs. Prince was neither a match- 
 maker nor a schemer, it would have been 
 strange if the idea of mating her son Edward 
 with Olive Lincoln had not occurred to her. 
 The advantages of such an alliance would 
 have been obvious to a much less intelligent 
 matron. Olive was an heiress, and albeit 
 somewhat wayward and self-willed, a very 
 charming girl ; and Edward, who was a model 
 son, could not fail to make an exemplary 
 husband. Moreover, in the improbable event 
 of the misappropriation of the trust-money 
 coming to light, the fact of Olive being 
 Edward's wife would disarm Mrs. Lincoln's 
 resentment and prevent scandal. The secret
 
 MRS. LINCOLN'S PLAN i 57 
 
 would be kept in the two families ; and the 
 intercourse between them had latterly be- 
 come so frequent and friendly that she 
 anticipated no difficulty in the realization of 
 her designs. Formerly the Lincolns were 
 generally from home — if they could be said 
 to have a home — dividing their winters be- 
 tween Paris, Italy, and the Riviera, making 
 occasional visits to America, and spendino^ 
 only their summers at All Hallows. But 
 since Mr. Lincoln's death his widow and 
 his daughter had lived there exclusively 
 and in strict seclusion, making few calls, 
 and receiving scarcely anybody save the 
 Princes. 
 
 Mrs. Prince opened the campaign by 
 sounding her son. 
 
 ' Olive is a charming girl,' she said, ' and 
 will make a very fine woman. Don't you 
 think so ?' 
 
 ' Yes, I think she is. All the same, she 
 would be more so if she were a little less wil- 
 ful and capricious ; and not being a prophet,
 
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 I am unable to say whether she will make a 
 fine woman,' answered Edward, who (probably 
 owing to his legal habit of mind) had a pro- 
 voking way of never assenting to a propo- 
 sition without cavilling. 
 
 1 I did not say that she was faultless,' 
 observed Mrs. Prince rather impatiently. 
 ' A girl brought up as she has been is sure 
 to be a little wilful ; and she has seen so 
 much of the world that she is older than her 
 years. But I think I know her as well as 
 you do, and I assure you she is a girl of 
 noble nature, whose love any man might be 
 proud to win.' 
 
 'Unquestionably — always of course, pro- 
 vided ' 
 
 ' Oh, don't give me any of your " always 
 provided." You need not talk to me as if 
 you were afraid of committing yourself. I 
 am very much in earnest. Tell me without 
 equivocation whether you would not be proud 
 to win her, wmether the advantages, both to 
 yourself personally and to the family, which
 
 MRS. LINCOLN'S PLAN 159 
 
 would accrue from a marriage with Olive, 
 have not occurred to you ?' 
 
 ' Of course they have, and as you press 
 for an answer, I admit that I should be very 
 glad ; but there are difficulties in the way 
 which you do not seem to have taken into 
 account.' 
 
 1 What are they V 
 
 ' Well, in the first place, I might have to 
 keep her.' 
 
 ' Naturally, but as you have now a share 
 in the office, and as she is an heiress, that 
 is surely not much of a difficulty.' 
 
 ' You forget that Mr. Lincoln, in his will, 
 expressed a strong desire, amounting almost 
 to a command, that his daughter should not 
 marry until she was at least twenty-one ; 
 and in the event of her marrying without 
 her guardian's consent before she is twenty- 
 five, the whole of her fortune, except two 
 hundred a year, goes to another branch of 
 the family (after her mother's death), a 
 provision intended, no doubt, to prevent
 
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 her being snapped up by a mere fortune- 
 hunter.' 
 
 ' But her guardians have nothing against 
 you?' 
 
 ' Perhaps not, but they would certainly 
 object to her marrying before she comes of 
 age. In no case can she touch a penny of 
 her fortune pending that event, and my 
 share in the business would not enable me 
 to give her such an establishment as she has 
 a right to expect. Besides, I know for a 
 fact that Mrs Lincoln would object to 
 any engagement whatever during Olive's 
 minority. She would regard it as a viola- 
 tion of the spirit, if not the letter, of her 
 husband's injunction ; and in my opinion it 
 would be impolitic even to raise the ques- 
 tion.' 
 
 'That does make a difference, certainly,' 
 said Mrs. Prince pensively. ' All the same, 
 I do not see why you should not make 
 yourself agreeable to Olive in the meantime. 
 There are a hundred ways in which a young
 
 MRS. LINCOLN'S PLAN 161 
 
 man may let a girl know that he loves her, 
 without actually proposing. And the 
 sooner you begin the better, for though 
 Olive is fancy-free now, she is at an im- 
 pressionable age, and there is no knowing- 
 how long she may remain so. It will be 
 quite enough to propose in two years or so, 
 and, if you have secured her affection in the 
 meantime, I am sure Mrs. Lincoln would 
 not object. Why should she ? Where will 
 she find a man more likery to make Olive 
 happy ?' 
 
 ' All very well, but suppose I fall in love 
 with Olive and she does not reciprocate — 
 how then V 
 
 1 That is a risk you must run, my dear, 
 and remember that " faint heart never won 
 fair lady." ' 
 
 ' I don't think I have a faint heart, 
 mother, though I do confess to a cautious 
 temperament. And, to tell the truth, I 
 have begun your plan already ; I have tried 
 to make myself agreeable to Olive, as yet, 
 
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 however, without much tangible success. I 
 seem to get no " forrader." She gives me 
 the go-by for Charlie, and, do you know, I 
 have sometimes had a suspicion that those 
 two are slightly spoons on each other. Has 
 that possibility entered into your calculations, 
 mater ?' 
 
 Mrs. Prince laughed. 
 
 ' You are really too absurd with your 
 doubts and suspicions and misgivings, 
 Edward. Mentally Charlie is little more 
 than a boy. They saw a good deal of each 
 other when they were children ; that is the 
 reason why they are so friendly. Besides, 
 he is both too young and too much taken 
 up with hunting and that to fall in love. 
 He thinks more of Kitty than Olive, and 
 he is not Olive's ideal. These Americans 
 are very practical. Mrs. Lincoln is a 
 farmer's daughter, and Mr. Lincoln made 
 his own way. They think nothing of 
 a man who does not put all his energies into 
 his profession and make money. I do wish
 
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 father would insist on his spending more 
 time at the office.' 
 
 1 Charlie is a lad after father's own heart/ 
 answered Edward with a supercilious smile. 
 
 ' Yes ; he says he was much the same at 
 the same age, and that Charlie will buckle 
 to when he has had his fling. We shall 
 see. . . . You will think of what I have 
 said, dear V 
 
 ■ I will, mother ; and, to be quite open 
 with you, I care for Olive very much — per- 
 haps more than, considering the circum- 
 stances and having regard to my own peace 
 of mind, is quite prudent — and I am glad 
 you think I have a chance.' 
 
 ' A chance ! You have every chance — 
 good looks, a good position, good manners, 
 a stainless character, a fair future and no 
 rivals : what could you want more ?' 
 
 If Mrs. Prince had known that at the 
 very time she and Edward were concocting 
 this ingenious scheme for the capture of 
 Olive's heart Mrs. Lincoln was beginning
 
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 to question whether it was not in danger 
 from another quarter, the former lady 
 might have seen reason to modify her 
 opinions and revise her plans. Mrs. Lincoln 
 could have told her that, despite Charlie's 
 faults and the other's virtues, Olive's pre- 
 ference was for the younger and (matri- 
 monially) less eligible brother. 
 
 Nevertheless, Mrs. Lincoln had no reason 
 to suppose that her daughter's happiness 
 was compromised as yet, much less that 
 Charlie had spoken words of love ; but 
 young people were young people, and the 
 latent spark might easily be kindled into a 
 flame which it w r ould be difficult, perhaps 
 impossible, to control. This contingency 
 Mrs. Lincoln greatly deprecated. Even 
 though Charlie were a desirable parti, it 
 would be her duty to respect her husband's 
 wishes as well in the spirit as the letter, and 
 the surest way of doing so would be to pre- 
 vent Olive from forming any attachment 
 whatever for several years to come.
 
 MRS. LINCOLN'S PLAN 165 
 
 On the other hand, it would be the height 
 of indiscretion to talk to Olive in this strain, 
 or warn her against Charlie. Indeed, Mrs. 
 Lincoln shrewdly suspected that she had 
 talked too much about that young gentleman 
 already, and that her somewhat exaggerated 
 reflections on his faults, instead of making 
 her daughter think worse of him, had made 
 her think better of him. 
 
 Had it not been for the exigencies of the 
 lawsuit, the difficult}^ might easily have 
 been got over by a voyage to America or a 
 trip to the Continent. But neither of these 
 expedients being admissible, she adopted a 
 third, which, as she believed, would prove 
 equally effective. 
 
 This was to renounce the seclusion in 
 which she had lived since her husband's 
 death, entertain freely, and encourage the 
 visits of young men and maidens, who might, 
 she hoped, prove a counter-attraction to 
 Charlie. 
 
 As a beginning she resolved to give a
 
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 breakfast to the hunt, of which the late Mr. 
 Lincoln, though he never rode to hounds, 
 had been a liberal supporter. 
 
 Mr. Prince, who thought she had mourned 
 quite long enough, and delighted in anything 
 which gave eclat to the noble sport which 
 the famous Mr. Jorrocks happily described 
 as the image of war, without its guilt and 
 only twenty-five per cent, of its danger, 
 warmly approved of his client's design, and 
 rendered her every help in his power. 
 Negotiations were opened with the master 
 and secretary of the hunt, and a fortnight 
 later the local papers announced that the 
 Riversdale Hounds would meet at All Hallows 
 on the following Monday at 10.30 (for break- 
 fast). The words in brackets, it is hardly 
 necessary to observe, referred exclusively to 
 the biped members of the hunt, the dietary 
 of hounds on hunting days being strictly 
 limited to fox — when they can catch one. 
 
 The occasion afforded a fine opening for 
 Edward Prince. He was a good caterer
 
 MRS. LINCOLN'S PLAN 167 
 
 an adept in the management of picnics, 
 outings, and parties, and made himself very 
 useful to the ladies of the house. Mrs. 
 Lincoln left all the details to him, and the 
 butler and the cook were ordered to place 
 themselves at his disposal. The result 
 justified her confidence : the breakfast was 
 all that could be desired, and Echvarcl w r on 
 great praise. 
 
 On the eventful morning All Hallows, a 
 fine old country house, commanding a wide 
 prospect of green valley and sylvan heights, 
 was as merry as a fair. Gay cavaliers were 
 cantering across the park, dashing dog-carts 
 driving up the avenue, hounds reposing on 
 the lawn, led horses pacing to and fro before 
 the house. The portico, the hall, and the 
 dining-room were ablaze with scarlet, and 
 brilliant with white breeches, shining boots, 
 and resplendent spurs. The gathering was 
 large, for Mrs. Lincoln had invited several 
 of her neighbours to see the show, and 
 some had come to breakfast whose hunting
 
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 would be finished when the first fox broke 
 cover. 
 
 At one end of the principal table sat Mr. 
 Prince (who was doing the honours for Mrs. 
 Lincoln), at the other Bertie Harden, the 
 master of the hounds and the captain of 
 the county eleven, a long-limbed, broad- 
 shouldered gentleman, whose handsome face 
 was radiant with health and high spirits, 
 as well it might be, seeing that its owner 
 hunted four days a week in winter, played 
 cricket as often in summer, and between 
 whiles did a. fair amount of shooting and 
 fishing. The banquet was graced with the 
 presence of several elderly ladies and a few 
 fair girls ; and Olive's bright eyes, scarlet 
 jacket, and broad-brimmed low-crowned hat, 
 turned the heads of at least half a dozen of 
 the younger members of the hunt. 
 
 Time being limited, everybody worked at 
 high speed, and most of the guests, so soon 
 as they had finished, gave place to late- 
 comers, who had not been fortunate enough
 
 MRS. LINCOLN'S PLAN 169 
 
 to find seats. Among them was Charlie, 
 but while the majority of the others went 
 out of the room he went no further than the 
 back of Olive's chair — a fact which did not 
 escape the notice either of his brother or 
 Mrs. Lincoln. 
 
 When the clock on the mantelpiece 
 cuckooed eleven, the master stood up and 
 signified that he had something to say. But 
 his erstwhile radiant face had become 
 pathetically solemn, for speech-making was 
 more abhorrent to him than a dodging fox 
 or a hard frost, and even his warmest friends 
 were fain to admit that oratory was not his 
 forte. 
 
 ' Ladies and gentlemen,' he began in 
 faltering accents, ' ladies and gentlemen, I 
 have to thank you — no, I don't — I mean 
 that it would not be right for us to separate 
 without expressing our high sense of Mrs. 
 1 incoln's kindness in inviting the Riversdale 
 Hounds to breakfast this morning, and on 
 their behalf '
 
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 ' " Is thy servant a clog that he should 
 do this thing?" ' interrupted the waggish 
 secretary in a sotto voce sufficiently audible 
 to set the table in a roar. 
 
 ' Hang it, Winterbrook, don't cross a fellow 
 in that way !' exclaimed the master with a 
 bewildered look, and pulling up short. ' What 
 
 the dickens ? Ah, I see, I must hark 
 
 back. I beg your pardon, ladies and gentle- 
 men, hounds was a slip — I meant members 
 of the hunt ' 
 
 ' Gad ! I think the hounds are the most 
 important members of the hunt,' muttered 
 the irrepressible secretary. 
 
 ' If you don't shut up, Bob, I shall. On 
 behalf of the hunt, I thank Mrs. Lincoln 
 for her hospitality, also for the interest she 
 takes in our sport. Her covers are always 
 a sure find. Charlie Prince, who has almost 
 as keen a nose for his namesake as a veteran 
 hound, tells me that an uncommonly fine 
 fox was seen in Whitethorn Wood this 
 morning. I hope he is there yet, and will
 
 MRS. LINCOLN'S PLAN 171 
 
 give us a good run. Gentlemen, fill your 
 glasses, and join me in drinking the healths 
 of our highly-respected hostess and her lovely 
 daughter.' 
 
 Mrs. Lincoln bowed, Olive smiled and 
 blushed, and after the healths had been drunk 
 Mr. Prince responded in a neat little speech, 
 which was very much applauded. He had 
 scarcely sat down when a sporting farmer, 
 whose breeches and boots looked as if they 
 had been heirlooms in his family for several 
 generations, went up to the master and 
 whispered something in his ear. 
 
 ' Gentlemen,' said Mr. Harden excitedly, 
 ' a fox, probably the fox I alluded to just 
 now, was viewed away from Whitethorn 
 Wood ten minutes ago. If the hounds are 
 laid on at once we may have a good run. 
 Perhaps Mrs. Lincoln will kindly excuse us.' 
 
 The words were hardly out of his mouth 
 when there was a general stampede for the 
 door; and the next moment men were 
 rushing wildly about in all directions, looking
 
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 for their horses, calling for their grooms, and 
 mounting in hot haste. 
 
 Charlie leant over to Olive. 
 
 ' Let us mount quickly in the stable yard, 
 and get out the back way,' he said. ' Come.'
 
 CHAPTER X. 
 
 WELL SAVED. 
 
 Olive followed her pilot, and their horses, 
 which had been waiting on the pillar reins, 
 were brought out at once. Daisy being 
 amiss, Miss Lincoln was going to ride a 
 thoroughbred chestnut, belonging to a dealer, 
 which her mother had promised to buy for 
 her if he behaved to her satisfaction. 
 
 Charlie had tried the animal a few days 
 previously, and pronounced him to be a fine 
 goer and a good jumper. 
 
 ' But you will have to be careful at first,' 
 he said, as they rode out of the yard. ' He 
 is quiet enough by himself, but he may get 
 excited with hounds, and chestnuts are some- 
 times rather hot.'
 
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 ' Oh, I think I can manage him. He 
 seems very gentle, and you will keep near 
 me, won't you ?' 
 
 ' Of course I shall. Don't I always V 
 
 Olive smiled. She was quite conscious of 
 the fact that Charlie generally did keep near 
 her, whether they were in the hunting field 
 or elsewhere. 
 
 The ' back way ' was a short-cut which 
 brought them to Whitethorn Wood in 
 advance of the crowd, and just as the hounds 
 were laid on. But the scent had grown 
 cold almost to nothingness, and as Quickly, 
 the huntsman, did not believe in pottering 
 about to no purpose, he blew his horn and 
 went off at a canter to Lorton Springs, a 
 cover about two miles distant, which was 
 probably the fox's point. The way thither 
 led across some large grass fields and through 
 a line of gates. 
 
 So far the chestnut, which rejoiced in the 
 name of Rataplan, had been quite under 
 control, but with the hounds before him, and
 
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 a hurrying crowd of horses behind him, he 
 grew excited and began to pull. 
 
 ' Not so fast, Olive,' said the watchful 
 Charlie ; ' if he gets fairly into his stride you 
 won't be able to stop him.' 
 
 1 1 am doing my best,' returned Olive, 
 straining at the bridle ; 'but the harder I pull 
 the faster he goes.' 
 
 Right before them was a ditch, bounded 
 on the further side by a quickthorn hedge, 
 which, though high, seemed too thin to 
 be either difficult or dangerous ; but Charlie 
 knew it of old. 
 
 ' This way,' he said ; ' there is a gate 
 yonder, and that hedge is topped with wire ; 
 it would be certain grief.' 
 
 ' He will neither stop nor turn,' cried 
 the girl, tugging at the reins with all her 
 might. 
 
 Charlie rode close up to her, and, seizing 
 the bridle, tried to pull the horse round. 
 He might as well have tried to turn a steam 
 engine. Rataplan had got his head down,
 
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 and had evidently made up his mind to charge 
 the bullfinch. 
 
 ' He will come an awful cropper ! You 
 must get off, Olive. Quick ! slip your foot 
 out of the stirrup ; see that your skirt is 
 clear, and when I put my arm round your 
 waist, throw yours round my neck. Now !' 
 
 The next moment Olive was on Kitty's 
 back and in Charlie's arm, and as the 
 young fellow turned his mare from the fence, 
 Rataplan rose at it ; but he was going too fast 
 to jump high, and hitting the almost invisible 
 wire with his forelegs, made a complete 
 somersault in the air, and landed in the next 
 field on his back. 
 
 ' Dear Olive, thank God you are safe !' 
 exclaimed Charlie passionately. 
 
 ' And I owe my life to you.' 
 
 ' It was nothing. Any other fellow would 
 have done the same.' 
 
 ' But no other fellow did ; and oh, Charlie, 
 I would rather owe my life to you than any- 
 body else in all the world !'
 
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 Her face was very pale, but her eyes were 
 bright, and there was a light in them which 
 Charlie had never seen before. 
 
 Just then the secretary and several other 
 men, who had observed the incident from a 
 distance, galloped up to offer their help. 
 The secretary jumped from his horse and 
 helped Olive, who was half fainting, to the 
 ground. 
 
 ' That was a deuced near thing, and very 
 well saved !' he exclaimed. ' The beggar 
 bolted, I suppose. Take a drink from my 
 flask, Miss Lincoln ; it will do you good.' 
 
 Olive drank and felt better. Meanwhile 
 Macadam and the butcher, who had scrambled 
 through the bullfinch, shouted that Rataplan 
 was all right — he had fallen in a soft place — 
 and they would lead him round to the gate. 
 
 ' But vou will surelv not ride that bolting 
 beggar again, Miss Lincoln,' put in the 
 secretary. ' He may bolt when Charlie 
 Prince is somewhere else, and you would be 
 in the wrong box then.' 
 
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 ' She shall have Kitty, and I will ride 
 Rataplan,' said Charlie ; ' then she won't lose 
 the day's sport.' 
 
 ' But won't he bolt with you ?' asked Olive 
 anxiously. 
 
 ' I think I can hold him ; I am a little 
 stronger than you,' smiling. ' Besides, that 
 tumble will have taken the devil out of 
 him.' 
 
 It seemed so, for when the butcher brought 
 him round to the gate the horse looked as 
 quiet as a lamb. 
 
 The saddles were changed, and the 
 secretary, who was the pink of politeness 
 where ladies were concerned, having helped 
 Olive up, they resumed their interrupted 
 journey. 
 
 Presently Edward overtook them, looking 
 not very happy. Albeit he had resolved 
 not to lose sight of Olive, even though he 
 should break his neck, he had made a bad 
 start, owing to the temporary disappearance 
 of the rustic to whom he had entrusted his
 
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 horse, and if the hounds had found at the 
 first draw would have been left hopelessly 
 behind. When he heard that Charlie had 
 saved Olive from a great danger — probably 
 from death — by a brilliant feat of horseman- 
 ship, he did not feel any happier. Never- 
 theless, he could not help congratulating her 
 and complimenting him — in a fashion. 
 
 ' I hope you have quite recovered from 
 the shock, Miss Lincoln,' he said, with 
 slightly exaggerated anxiety. 
 
 ' Quite, thank you ; but I confess that 
 when I saw that wire, and Rataplan would 
 not stop, I was horribly frightened.' 
 
 ' Of course you were ; I should have been 
 myself,' returned Edward sympathetically. 
 ' It was very well done of my brother, very 
 well done. How fortunate he was with 
 you ! All the same, Charlie, I am rather 
 surprised you did not discover that the horse 
 was a bolter when you tried him the other 
 day.' 
 
 ' When I tried him the other day he was
 
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 as easy to hold as a parson's hack. You 
 forget, too, that Bristowe said he was quiet 
 with hounds and a perfect lady's hunter. 
 Besides, I am by no means sure that the 
 horse is a bolter. He was very fresh, and 
 when he heard the field clattering behind 
 him got excited. Exercise him regularly, 
 and ride him to hounds twice a week, and 
 he will be as safe a mount as Daisy.' 
 
 Olive was about to say that Charlie had 
 acted nobly, and to protest that he deserved 
 unqualified praise, when a thought, suggested 
 by a new-born prudence, arrested the words on 
 her lips, and, turning to Edward, she inquired 
 how he had left his mother, rather to his 
 bewilderment. But as he always assumed 
 — unless there was strong evidence to the 
 contrary — that other people took him as 
 seriously as he took himself, he answered 
 with becoming gravity that his mother, 
 though not fully recovered from her cold, 
 was much better. 
 
 When they reached Lorton Springs the
 
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 hounds were ' blown out.' Reynard was 
 not there. After a word with the master, 
 Quickly led the eager pack to a third cover, 
 Raklow Park, at so fast a pace that the 
 hindmost hunters imagined that the hounds 
 were running, and did not discover their 
 mistake until they overtook the main 
 body. 
 
 A big cover was the so-called park, w^ith 
 deep winding rides, and so difficult to get 
 away from that even hard riders were some- 
 times left lamenting in the fastnesses of its 
 impenetrable thickets. 
 
 By the advice of the urbane secretary, 
 who, having been brought up in the way he 
 should go, knew every brake and bush in 
 the country, Olive, the Princes, and several 
 others took up a strategic position at the 
 north-east corner of the cover. 
 
 ' Here,' he said, ' we command a view of 
 two sides. Whether the fox breaks this 
 way or that, we shall see him. If he breaks 
 yonder we shall hear the whip's view hallo ;
 
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 if on the other side, Quickly's horn. Now, 
 silence in the ranks, if you please.' 
 
 The secretary's prescience was justified by 
 the event. 
 
 ' What is that, Charlie ?' asked Olive, a 
 few minutes later, pointing to a dark object 
 which was gliding across a stubble field some 
 two or three hundred yards from where they 
 stood. 
 
 ' That is the fox, Miss Lincoln,' answered 
 the secretary. ' He has stolen out of the 
 cover unbeknown, as Mrs. Gamp would say. 
 But keep quiet until he is fairly aw T ay, or 
 those loitering fools in that old lane will 
 either head him back or get before the 
 hounds.' 
 
 But when Reynard was in the next field 
 and had put a brook with rotten banks 
 between himself and the ' loitering fools ' in 
 question, the secretary and Charlie gave a 
 series of view hallos that made the horses 
 prick their ears, and nearly frightened to 
 death a poor hare which had been hiding in
 
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 her form. Before the echo of them died 
 away, Quickly, followed by his pack, leaped 
 from the wood, and soon the baying of the 
 hounds proclaimed that the chase had 
 begun. 
 
 ' Over the brook by the bridge,' said 
 Charlie, leading the way. ' We shall nick 
 in on the other side.' 
 
 Which they did, just as the hounds, 
 closely followed by the master and Quickly 
 (who had done the brook despite its rotten 
 bank), were streaming over a big pasture, 
 bounded by a flight of posts and rails, which 
 was easily done by the timber jumpers ; the 
 others rode for a o-ate. 
 
 For fifteen minutes or so the pace was 
 fast and furious ; then, after a short check, 
 it became slower, yet not too slow for enjoy- 
 ment — more enjoyable, indeed, for folks who 
 liked to look about them and had an eye for 
 the picturesque. 
 
 They were in the best of the Riversdale 
 country, a country which, though mostly
 
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 under plough, rode light and carried a good 
 scent, slightly undulating, and intersected 
 with ditches so wide that the man and horse 
 who went in were seen no more until they 
 got out — yet quite practicable for resolute 
 jumpers and riders of nerve. No use looking 
 for gaps or riding for places ; those who did 
 not take things as they came had to stop 
 behind or make ignobly for the nearest 
 road. 
 
 As the chase swept on, the sun, which 
 had been hiding all the morning, came out 
 nobly, investing the far-away hills and 
 brightening the brown fields and dark wood- 
 lands with the wondrous witchery of his 
 smile ; and all this beauty, blending with 
 the sights and sounds of sylvan war, red 
 coats and galloping horses, the cries of men, 
 and the music of hounds, gladdened still 
 more the two young souls who had just 
 made the supreme discovery of their lives — 
 that they loved and were loved. 
 
 They talked in snatches ; it is not easy to
 
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 keep up a conversation when hounds are 
 running. 
 
 ' Are you enjoying it, Olive V he asked. 
 
 ' Can you ask ? So much !' 
 
 ' You look so. Your eyes are as bright 
 as the sun.' 
 
 ' Oh, Charlie ! But mind what you say ; 
 somebody might — and your brother is close 
 behind. How well he is going !' 
 
 Edward was going well. He had made 
 up his mind to keep close to Olive, and as 
 he was riding the cleverest horse in his 
 father's stud he had no difficulty in sticking 
 to his resolve. He had only to stick on, 
 and though he had no stomach for the sport, 
 and never took a jump without fearing a 
 fall, the thought that he was gaining credit 
 with Miss Lincoln for his bold riding and 
 preventing her from getting too thick with 
 Charlie steeled his nerve and converted what 
 would otherwise have been a penance into 
 the semblance of a pleasure. 
 
 After a run of two hours, the latter part
 
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 of it rather dragging, the fox was handsomely 
 killed in the open, and the brush awarded to 
 Miss Lincoln. Then the hounds went further 
 afield to draw again ; but as Olive said she 
 was tired, and Charlie declared that Rataplan 
 had had enough, and Edward said he had, 
 they decided to hie them home, as did most 
 of the others who had no second horses 
 out. 
 
 Olive rode between the brothers, and was 
 very gracious to Edward, complimenting 
 him warmly on his riding, though not quite 
 as judiciously as she might have done. 
 
 1 You went as well as anybody,' she said. 
 ' With a little more practice you will soon 
 be as good a man with hounds as Charlie.' 
 
 ' It is very kind of you to say so, Miss 
 Lincoln, but I am sure I shall never be 
 Charlie's equal in horsemanship. He gives 
 his mind to it ; I don't,' answered Edward in 
 a tone which implied that he held horseman- 
 ship in light esteem. 
 
 1 Well, if you want to excel in anything
 
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 you must give your mind to it, mustn't you ? 
 You onve your mind to law, therefore you 
 excel as a lawyer. But would it not be 
 possible for a man to excel in both ? — like 
 your father, for instance.' 
 
 ' I am not sure that my father does excel 
 as a lawyer. But there were no examina- 
 tions in his time. He owes his success 
 rather to native shrewdness, sound judgment, 
 and capacity for business than profound 
 knowledge.' 
 
 ' Xo matter, he excels. And you forget 
 his high sense of honour and his pleasantly 
 genial manner, so important in a lawyer.' 
 
 ' It is not for me to praise my father, 
 Miss Lincoln ; but you are quite right. 
 Character and a manner which inspires 
 confidence are more essential to success — 
 at any rate, in a country lawyer — than 
 mere knowledge of the law,' he answered, 
 wondering at the same time what she would 
 say if she were to know about the broken 
 trust.
 
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 Charlie listened in silence, but he guessed 
 that some of Olive's remarks were intended 
 for him. 
 
 ' She wants me to take the pater for my 
 example,' he thought, 'and I will.' 
 
 The brothers saw Olive home. 
 
 ' I am sorry I cannot ask you to stay,' 
 she said, as they reined up at the door ; ' my 
 mother has gone to town and won't be back 
 till dinner-time. Will you change saddles 
 here, Charlie V 
 
 1 No, I will ride round to the stables. 
 You go on, Ned ; I'll overtake you before 
 you get to the lodge-gates.' 
 
 Whereupon, after shaking hands with the 
 two cavaliers and bidding them good-night, 
 Miss Lincoln tripped into the house. 
 
 As Charlie was mounting his horse in the 
 stable yard a man put a note into his hand. 
 
 ' From Miss Olive,' he said. 
 
 It contained these words : 
 
 ' At four to-morrow afternoon, in the 
 King's Path.'
 
 CHAPTER XI. 
 
 THEIR FIRST TRYST. 
 
 On the next day Charlie was early at the 
 office, and, having an object in view, worked 
 with unwonted diligence. He drafted a 
 rather complicated lease so well that Lilly - 
 white declared he could not have done it 
 better himself, and Mr. Prince said the 
 same. 
 
 Shortly before three o'clock Charlie, 
 having finished his lease, went into his 
 father's room. 
 
 1 I am going to Fountains,' he said ; ' one 
 of the chimneys is in a very bad way, and 
 Pringle wants somebody to look at it.' 
 
 ' Yes, you had better ; but take care 
 what you promise. If we let the account
 
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 for disbursements get too high, we shall 
 have his lordship complaining again. I 
 suppose you will be back in time to go 
 home with us in the dog-cart V 
 
 1 No, I think I shall walk home by the 
 fields. One gets so little walking in the 
 hunting season.' 
 
 ' Anyhow, you won't be late for dinner ?' 
 
 ' Trust me for that ! I have always a 
 frightful appetite the day after hunting.' 
 
 Fountains was a farmhouse in the neigh- 
 bourhood of All Hallows, and thither, after 
 leaving the office, the young fellow went 
 with swift strides. The chimney was, of 
 course, only a pretext. A few days pre- 
 viously he had met Mr. Pringle 'promiscuous 
 in the street,' when that gentleman casually 
 observed that his kitchen -chimney was 
 tumbling down, and suggested that the 
 1 mending of it ' was rather a landlord's job 
 than a tenant's. 
 
 Pringle seemed surprised that Charlie had 
 taken his joke seriously, and, after showing
 
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 him the chimney and his prize bullocks, 
 invited him to step inside and have a glass 
 of home-brewed. Charlie being, as he said, 
 pressed for time, prayed to be excused, and, 
 after taking leave of the farmer, made a bee- 
 line for All Hallows, whistling blithely as he 
 crossed the fields, vaulting all the gates, and 
 feeling generally as though he were walking 
 in air. For was he not going to his first love 
 tryst ? Little recked the high-spirited lad 
 just then of prudence and caution, of im- 
 pending difficulties and possible trials. 
 
 < Olive ! Olive ! Dear Olive ! She 
 loves me ! she loves me !' was his sole 
 thought, a thought which quenched every 
 doubt and silenced every misgiving. 
 
 And was it not better so ? Youth is the 
 time of illusion and love, the time when 
 life seems endless and the future has no 
 terrors. Let those to whom it is given 
 enjoy it while they may. 
 
 As Charlie drew near All Hallows he 
 sobered down somewhat, and looked sharply
 
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 about him. The house, which occupied the 
 site of an ancient hunting-lodge built by 
 Henry VIII., stood on the brow of a gentle 
 acclivity, overlooking a spacious park, dotted 
 with noble trees and begirt with broad 
 woodlands. The King's Path (so called 
 after the much-married monarch), where 
 Olive had asked Charlie to meet her, was a 
 sequestered walk winding between laurel 
 bushes and leading to a small lake, nestling 
 in a grove of copper beeches and weeping 
 willows, invisible from the house. 
 
 Though the time was winter, the weather 
 was mild and the air balmy. The setting 
 sun was raining gold on Whitethorn Wood, 
 and as he sank below the horizon a crescent 
 moon mirrored itself in the still waters of the 
 tiny lake. 
 
 It was an ideal try sting-place. 
 
 Charlie, guessing that Olive did not want 
 him to venture too near the house, leaned 
 against the bole of a lordly beech-tree and 
 waited. He was too happy to be impatient,
 
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 and his thoughts were of the pleasantest, 
 and he knew she would come. 
 
 Presently a light hand touched him on 
 the shoulder. While he was looking one 
 way, Olive had come another, and the soft 
 carpet of fallen leaves had deadened her 
 footsteps. 
 
 ' Dear Olive ! How good of you to 
 come !' he exclaimed, turning to her. He 
 would have clasped her in his arms, but 
 young love is often timid, and not yet daring 
 to do more, he took both her hands. ' Dear 
 Olive ! How good of you to come !' he 
 repeated ardently. 
 
 ' I am not sure that it is quite right, but 
 after yesterday it seemed necessary to have 
 an explanation — I feared you would be 
 committing some imprudence, and there 
 may be no other opportunity for a long 
 time. But first of all let me thank you 
 again for saving me from a danger which, if 
 it had not been my death, would almost 
 certainly have made me a cripple for life. I 
 
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 am really very grateful, Charlie ; so is my 
 mother, as she will tell you when you call. 
 How can I thank you enough V 
 
 ' By letting me kiss you and saying you 
 love me.' 
 
 Then Charlie, taking silence for consent, 
 and growing bolder, drew her to him and 
 looked into her love-bright eyes, and took 
 love's tribute from her yielding lips. 
 
 ' You love me ?' he said, still holding her 
 in his arms. 
 
 ' Do you think I should be here if I did 
 not ?' she returned with a happy laugh. 
 ' But until yesterday I knew not myself how 
 much. I thought my affection for you was 
 no more than sisterly. But when I felt 
 that I was safe in your arms, and I looked 
 up at your face, and heard you call me 
 " dear Olive," it was like a revelation. I 
 learnt the truth. What did I say ? I am 
 afraid it was something very foolish.' 
 
 ' That you would rather I had saved you 
 than anybody else ; which meant, I thought,
 
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 that you loved me better than anybody 
 else.' 
 
 ' You might have made a worse guess, 
 my Prince. But it must be all love, 
 remember.' 
 
 ' Naturally, my sweet Olive. Is not Love 
 lord of all ?' 
 
 'I did not mean in that sense, you 
 foolish boy ! I meant that we must not 
 be eno-aofed.' 
 
 ' In love and not engaged ! How can 
 that be, Olive ? You talk in riddles. 
 What is the difference ?' 
 
 ' Immense. We cannot help being in 
 love — love comes of itself ; but we may help 
 being engaged ! In the one case we can 
 keep it to ourselves ; in the other we should 
 have to tell everybody. You would have to 
 ask my mother's consent, which you would 
 not get, and tell your own people, and that 
 might lead to trouble.' 
 
 ' So you think your mother would not 
 consent ?'
 
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 ' I am sure. My father disapproved of 
 early marriages. I am forbidden to marry 
 before I am twenty-one, and my mother dis- 
 approves of long engagements, and I fear she 
 would also disapprove of you.' 
 
 1 Personally, do you mean V 
 
 1 Personally, in the sense that she thinks 
 that you take life too easily and your 
 character is unformed. But that is not the 
 point. She would not consent to an engage- 
 ment now, though you were all she could 
 wish ; and if you were to ask and be refused 
 you could not come any more to our house ; 
 we should not be allowed to meet, and that 
 would not be nice ; and if I marry without 
 the consent of my guardians, who would, of 
 course, be guided by my mother, I forfeit 
 my fortune.' 
 
 1 I don't care anything about your 
 fortune.' 
 
 ' But I do. I have heard my father say 
 that only fools despise money, and I think 
 he was right. It would be dreadful to
 
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 many on narrow means. Fancy not being 
 able to buy pictures and have things, and go 
 on the Continent or to America whenever 
 you wanted ! You must let it be as I say, 
 if you please, dear.' 
 
 ' I see,' said Charlie thoughtfully ; ' we 
 are to regard ourselves as being in love, 
 but not engaged. Being in love is a state 
 of mind ; an engagement is a quasi-con- 
 tract. But how long ?' 
 
 1 Until I am of age. I shall be eigh- 
 teen next month.' 
 
 1 So long V 
 
 1 Well, perhaps my mother might con- 
 sent to our being engaged when I am 
 twenty, or so — if you wish it very much, 
 and please her in the meantime. But what 
 does it matter so long as we love each 
 other V Engaged couples are so stupid. 
 Three months will be quite long enough 
 to be ridiculous. And there is another 
 reason for not saying anything — Edward.' 
 
 ' I think I know w T hat you mean. I
 
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 have had the same idea myself. You think 
 he is in love with you, then ?' 
 
 ' I think he is very much in love with my 
 fortune, and perhaps a little with myself. 
 Dear Charlie, I love you, I adore your 
 father and mother, but I am not enamoured 
 of your brother, and if he knew that I prefer 
 you to him I am sure he would make 
 trouble.' 
 
 ' I dare say he would try. Well, we must 
 keep him in the dark — as long as we can. 
 I say, Olive, what a wise little head you 
 have got !' 
 
 ' It is an American head, Charlie ; that is 
 the reason. Now, you must promise not to 
 be jealous if I seem to prefer Edward to you 
 sometimes, and let other men pay me little 
 attentions — only, of course, to hoodwink the 
 censorious and suspicious.' 
 
 ' All right ! I promise. Am I to con- 
 sider myself at liberty to pay little atten- 
 tions to other girls — to hoodwink the sus- 
 picious, you know ?'
 
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 ' Certainly not. The idea ! Other girls, 
 indeed ! All you have to do is not 
 to pay me marked attention in public, 
 or look at me too often or too ardently. 
 If you do I shall flirt outrageously, so 
 mind.' 
 
 And then, as if to enforce the admonition, 
 she gave him a playful tap on the cheek, 
 which Charlie resented, as a Christian should, 
 with a kiss. 
 
 ' But surely, Olive, you will meet me 
 here sometimes, or elsewmere ?' he said rue- 
 fully. 
 
 1 If you are good and discreet, and if we 
 play our parts properly and keep them in 
 the dark, we shall have many opportunities 
 of exchanging a word. So long" as we don't 
 seem to care for each other you will be a 
 welcome guest at All Hallows. And now I 
 am going to read you a kcture. You won't 
 be vexed V 
 
 Charlie warmly protested that he would 
 not be vexed whatever she said, and putting
 
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 his arm round her waist and taking one of 
 her hands in his, he bade her begin. 
 
 ' You are a foolish boy,' she said, smiling 
 and nestling up to him, ' and I have a great 
 mind to ' 
 
 < What ?' 
 
 ' Leave you right away. Let me go.' 
 
 ' Not until I have had my lecture.' 
 
 ' We will take that as read, then, as they 
 do at meetings,' she said with a smile. 
 1 You had the substance of it as we rode 
 home after that good run with the harriers. 
 But then I was talking to you merely as a 
 friend, rather telling you what my mother 
 said than I myself thought ; and perhaps 
 she exaggerated, hoping thereby to make 
 me think less of you.' 
 
 ' And she did not succeed.' 
 
 ' No, dear. All the same, I want my 
 mother and my people in New England to 
 think well of you, when they know ; and if 
 they hear that you are merely a lawyer's 
 clerk, and that you give all your energy and
 
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 your time to sport, I am afraid it will be 
 just the other way. In America — I mean 
 in New England, for I know nothing of the 
 South — everybody works, the rich as well as 
 the poor. My mother says she would not 
 give a fig for the man who has no occupa- 
 tion, or who, having one, does not put all 
 his energies into it. You have now a great 
 chance of securing yourself in her good 
 opinion. She is grateful for what you did 
 yesterday, and thinks even that there is 
 some advantage in fine horsemanship. It is 
 not a question of money. You will have 
 some ; I shall have a great deal ; it is a 
 question of having a purpose. And I need 
 not say how anxious I am that my Prince 
 should be well thought of by all who are 
 dear to me.' 
 
 ' Is that all V asked Charlie, after a 
 minute's thought. 
 
 ' Yes, I have said my say.' 
 
 1 And a very good say, too ! What 
 terribly earnest people they must be in
 
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 New England ! and I really don't see the 
 good of being rich if you have to work as 
 hard as if you were poor. However, I am 
 not rich, and I quite agree with you that I 
 ought to work harder than I have done. I 
 knew that you would expect me to turn 
 over a new leaf, and I began this morning, 
 and did so well as to win high praise both 
 from my father and Lilly white. And I 
 mean to go on. I will w T in your mother's 
 good opinion, and when you meet your toil- 
 ing kinsfolk in New England you shall have 
 no reason to be ashamed of your young man. 
 For the remainder of the season I shall hunt 
 only two days a week. I am through with 
 my articles. Next year my father will give 
 me a small interest, and I shall become a 
 member of the firm. As for a purpose, I 
 have a threefold purpose — to be as smart a 
 lawyer as Ned, as honourable a gentleman 
 as my father, and to make myself worthy 
 of the love of the best and dearest and 
 sweetest girl in the world.'
 
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 1 Oh, Charlie, you have made me so 
 happy !' she cried joyously. ' And you are 
 so clever that you can be anything you 
 like.' 
 
 1 Didn't you know that before ?' 
 
 ' I knew you were good and brave, but I 
 was not so sure about the cleverness. And 
 afterwards — my fortune will be yours, you 
 know — you must run for Parliament — I am 
 sure you could get in for Peele — you must 
 run for Parliament and become a great 
 statesman — perhaps Prime Minister.' 
 
 ' Hadn't I better go to America, and run 
 for the Presidency ?' 
 
 1 You couldn't. You are not a born 
 American. You might become a citizen 
 and go into Congress. But no, that would 
 not be good enough ; the best people don't 
 go into Congress ; our politicians, I am 
 sorry to say, are for the most part scalla- 
 waers.' 
 
 ' That sounds very dreadful, dear, though 
 I have not the least idea what it is. Still,
 
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 on the whole, I think I would rather be an 
 English Premier than an American scallawag. 
 I once thought of being a general ; in 
 dreams I have been an M.F.H. But I 
 dare say the Premiership would suit me 
 almost as well. Yes, I decide for the 
 Premiership.' 
 
 After the laugh which this sally provoked 
 had subsided, and Olive had observed that 
 more unlikely things had happened, she be- 
 thought her that it was time for them to 
 part. Her mother would be wondering 
 where she was, and if she should send 
 one of the maids to look for her, the result 
 would be too awful to contemplate. Charlie 
 appreciated too keenly the necessity of 
 prudence to press his sweetheart to prolong 
 her stay. 
 
 He went with her to a point where the 
 path bent towards the house — she would not 
 let him go farther, for fear he should be seen 
 — and there they parted as lovers, engaged 
 or otherwise, are wont to part.
 
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 Charlie jumped no gates as he wended 
 homewards, for, though happy and exultant, 
 his exultation was not altogether free from 
 apprehension. He had accepted new re- 
 sponsibilities, and the position of an accepted 
 yet unbetrothed lover was not entirely to 
 his mind. And if Xed were kept in the 
 dark and Olive led him to think that he was 
 not indifferent to her, he would have just 
 cause for complaint, and when he knew the 
 truth there would be a bitter quarrel, much 
 unpleasantness, and, perhaps, lifelong enmity 
 between his brother and himself, to the great 
 distress of his father and mother. The 
 possibility was undeniable, and Charlie could 
 not help asking himself whether it would 
 not be better for him and Olive to avow 
 their love and take the consequences. But 
 Olive thought differently ; her will was his 
 law, and when he remembered that the 
 avowal would be followed by an interdict on 
 their love-making, and probably by Mrs. 
 Lincoln's departure from the neighbourhood,
 
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 he felt that he had not the courage to advise 
 or adopt so bold a course. 
 
 ' There will be a row in any case,' he 
 soliloquized. ' What is the good of meeting 
 it half-way ? If we can put it off a couple 
 of years, that will be so much to the 
 good.' 
 
 ' How about Pringle's chimney V asked his 
 father, when they met at dinner. 
 
 ' I had my walk for nothing. The chim- 
 ney only wanted pointing and a new pot, and 
 Pringle had it done himself 
 
 ' Just like Pringle ; he always calls out 
 before he is hurt/ 
 
 1 Pringle ! You must have been close to 
 All Hallows. Did you call V asked Edward 
 suspiciously. 
 
 ' No. But I suppose it will be our duty 
 to call in the course of the week. Will you 
 go with me ?' 
 
 Edward would rather have gone alone, 
 but, seeing that if he went alone Charlie 
 would qto alone, he said ' Yes,' and it was
 
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 agreed that they should call on the following 
 Thursday. 
 
 Both he and his mother had been a good 
 deal exercised in mind by Charlie's rescue 
 of Olive. 
 
 ' I am glad he showed so much courage 
 and presence of mind, and it is a mercy dear 
 Olive was not killed,' said Mrs. Prince. 
 1 But I wish you had been the rescuer. It 
 is just the sort of thing that makes an 
 impression on a young girl's mind — dramatic 
 and romantic and that. However, as Charlie 
 cares nothing about girls, and is not her 
 ideal, I don't think any harm has been done. 
 But you should lose no opportunity of 
 paying Olive delicate little attentions, and 
 letting her see that she is not indifferent to 
 you.' 
 
 Whatever misgivings Edward might have 
 had were set at rest by his visit to All 
 Hallows. Mrs. Lincoln thanked Charlie 
 warmly for his rescue of Olive, and compli- 
 mented him greatly on his gallantry, and
 
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 while he talked with the mother Edward 
 talked with the daughter, who seemed 
 pleased with his company, and was more 
 gracious to him than she had ever been 
 before. But while her smiles were for him, 
 the responsive pressure of her hand was for 
 Charlie, and both brothers went away happy 
 — the one in the belief that he had made an 
 impression, the other in the assurance that 
 he was the favoured swain. 
 
 As, owing to bad weather and stress of 
 circumstances, the King's Path was not 
 always available, the lovers had to do most 
 of their courting in the hunting-field. "It 
 w T as the only place where they could talk 
 freely ; and as Mrs. Lincoln had asked 
 Charlie to act as her daughter's pilot, he 
 was doing no more than his duty in looking 
 after her. Nevertheless, when Edward was 
 out, she rather affected his company, and 
 gave him frequent opportunity of paying her 
 those little attentions to which his mother 
 attached so much importance. This was
 
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 generally when they were riding to the meet 
 or drawing the first cover ; for after the fox 
 went away he had to give place to his 
 younger brother, and as often as not was 
 either left behind or thrown out, the result 
 being that three times out of four Olive and 
 Charlie found themselves together at the 
 close of the dav, and had a delightful ride 
 home together. On the whole, however, 
 Edward was well satisfied with the way in 
 which things were shaping. The hunting 
 season would not last for ever, and when it 
 was over his innings would begin. Mean- 
 while, as the result of close observation, he 
 had arrived at three very definite and com- 
 forting assurances — that his attentions were 
 beginning to tell ; that Olive's liking for 
 Charlie, never more than a feeling" of 
 camaraderie, was fast changing into in- 
 difference ; and that Charlie had not yet 
 turned his thoughts to love. Rather was 
 he turning them to business — buckling to, 
 as his father and Lilly white always said he 
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 would — and working almost as industriously 
 as his elders. 
 
 From all of which it mav be inferred that 
 the lovers were playing their parts well. 
 They, too, were satisfied ; so were Mrs. 
 Lincoln and Mrs. Prince — the one because 
 she felt sure that her fears touching the 
 relations of her daughter and Charlie were 
 groundless ; the other because she was 
 equally confident that her plan for a mar- 
 riage between Olive and Edward was work- 
 ing to a successful issue.
 
 CHAPTER XII. 
 
 THROWN OUT. 
 
 It was one of the last days of the season ; 
 the winter was past, and Spring was coming 
 forth in all her glory. The erstwhile dark 
 wheat-fields had donned their livery of green ; 
 farmers were busy harrowing their meadows 
 and making up their fences ; hedgerows were 
 beginning to bud, birds to build their nests, 
 and gentlemen-foxes to ramble from their 
 native wilds and be out o' nights. 
 
 It was one of the last days of the season, 
 and the Riversdale hounds were meeting at 
 Blackthorn. Not a favourite fixture, by any 
 means, Blackthorn being a great wood as big 
 as a small forest, where it was easy to go 
 astray, and which it was difficult to make a
 
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 fox quit. On the other hand, Blackthorn 
 was a sure find, and when the hounds got 
 away with one of the right sort the result 
 was generally satisfactory to the fortunate 
 few who happened to see him break cover or 
 hear the halloes of those who did ; to the 
 residue and remainder confusion and dis- 
 appointment. 
 
 Nevertheless, there was a full muster, for 
 the weather was propitious, and devotees of 
 the sport were eager to put in all the hunt- 
 ing they could before Diana for a season 
 bade the world farewell. 
 
 Among those present were Olive Lincoln 
 and the two Princes, who, with their horses, 
 had ' railed ' from Peele to a station some 
 three miles from Blackthorn. En route 
 Edward had been very fortunate ; he sat 
 opposite to Olive, and talked to her and 
 feasted his eyes on her all the way ; for that 
 had come to pass which he once expressed 
 himself to his mother as fearing — he was 
 smitten, and so deeply withal that the
 
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 material advantages which a marriage with 
 Miss Lincoln would bring him faded into 
 insignificance as compared with the fair girl 
 herself. At the station he superintended 
 the boxing of Olive's horse, helped her to 
 mount, and rode with her to cover, Charlie 
 pairing off with the second Miss Spankaway, 
 one of a trio of red-haired, hard-riding 
 sisters. 
 
 At the cover-side counsels were divided, 
 even the knowing ones hesitating whither to 
 betake themselves. Some tried to follow 
 the hounds into the thick of the wood ; 
 others kept in the rides, or stole round to 
 points where they thought it likely the fox 
 would break; the majority, of whom were our 
 friends, took post to windward of the wood. 
 
 While Edward, who had a weakness for 
 bigwigs, was being introduced by the secre- 
 tary to Sir Somebody Something, a dis- 
 tinguished strano-er from a distance, and 
 Lydia Spankaway was talking to Mrs. 
 Rivers, Charlie exchanged signals with
 
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 Olive, and then turned his horse quietly 
 into a contiguous ride. She followed, and 
 presently came up with him. 
 
 ' Do you think we are going in the right 
 direction ?' she asked. ' Have they found 
 a fox ?' 
 
 * I have not the remotest idea. I wanted 
 to give Ned and Lydia Spankaway the slip 
 and have a talk with you, dearest. Don't 
 you think I care more for you than for all 
 the foxes in the country ?' 
 
 1 I hope so. All the same, there is some- 
 thing in your tone — you speak as if you were 
 not quite happy.' 
 
 ' How can I be quite happy ? Did not 
 Ned monopolize you all the way, and the 
 last time we were out you flirted with Teddy 
 Spankaway all the time.' 
 
 ' How horrid you are, Charlie !' returned 
 Olive, with her prettiest pout. ' Didn't you 
 promise not to be vexed if I pretended not to 
 care for you, and let other men pay me little 
 attentions ?'
 
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 ' I call them big attentions, and you flirt as 
 if you liked it/ muttered the young fellow. 
 
 ' Well, I do, just a little. It is great 
 fun. Your brother was quite wild when 
 I was flirting with your friend Teddy 
 the other day, and I dearly like to tease 
 Edward. He thinks so much of himself. 
 All the same, I almost think I did him 
 an injustice in saying that my fortune was 
 the exclusive object of his affections. I 
 begin to think he is half in love with me.' 
 
 ' Of course he is ; everybody is.' 
 
 ' Not quite so bad as that, I hope, Charlie 
 dear. You must not imagine that everybody 
 is as infatuated as yourself. And don't be 
 jealous and absurd. Rather give me credit 
 fur tact and fine management. Nobody 
 either suspects us or talks about us ; and 
 you know that I love you. What would 
 you have more ?' 
 
 Charlie saw that it was time to climb 
 down. 
 
 1 You are quite right — you are always
 
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 right,' he said penitently. ' I am an ass, a 
 dolt, and you are wise and clever. But 
 I love you so dearly that I begrudge every 
 smile that you give to another. It is one 
 the less for me.' 
 
 ' You avaricious wretch ! Cannot you 
 console yourself with Lydia Spankaway ? 
 She is always smiling on you.' 
 
 ' Hang Lydia Spankaway ! She is always 
 smiling on everybody. Her life is a perpetual 
 giggle.' 
 
 The words were hardly spoken, when the 
 young woman in question and her brother 
 came tumbling out of the wood a few yards 
 ahead of them. 
 
 ' Where are the hounds V asked the 
 brother. 
 
 ' That is just the question I was going to 
 ask you, Teddy,' said Charlie. 
 
 i We tried to follow them into the hollow 
 and got bogged.' 
 
 ' Of course.' 
 
 ' By Jove ! I believe I heard a hallo.
 
 THROWN OUT 217 
 
 Come along, Lydia. Won't you come, 
 Prince ?' 
 
 ' Xo. We are just as well here, and if you 
 ride to every semblance of a shout you hear, 
 your horse will be used up before the fun 
 begins.' 
 
 1 It's a view hallo — I'll swear it's a view 
 hallo !' exclaimed the youth excitedly. 
 * Come along, Lydia. If they have gone 
 away I'll give a screech, and if they come 
 this way, you do as much for me, there's a 
 0-0 od fellow.' 
 
 And with that Mr. Spankaway and his 
 sister went off at full gallop. 
 
 1 Do you think they are gone away V 
 inquired Olive anxiousl}^. 
 
 1 As likely as not.' 
 
 ' Then why ' 
 
 ' Why don't we ride after the Spank - 
 aways ? Because I would rather ride home 
 with you, darling !' 
 
 1 Ride home with me ? What ? Listen ! 
 I am sure that is Teddy screeching.'
 
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 1 Let him screech. I'd rather ride quietly 
 home with you than have a galloping run of 
 forty minutes without a check. It is almost 
 our last chance. The season is as good as 
 over, and I doubt whether we shall be able 
 to contrive a tete-a-tete of more than a few 
 minutes all summer. Now the days are so 
 long the King's Path is not safe — too many 
 people about.' 
 
 ' But isn't it a very long w T ay, and won't 
 it seem strange ?' 
 
 ' Only fifteen miles, and our horses are 
 fresh, and we can gruel them and get a cup 
 of tea at the Beehive. And there is nothing 
 strange in losing hounds in Blackthorn high 
 woods. Half the field will be in the same 
 fix ; and having lost them, it will be better 
 for us to go straight home than potter about 
 here for the remainder of the day, or wait in 
 the village for the 4.30 train.' 
 
 * I am not sure that it will be quite wise,' 
 said Olive pensively. ' All the same, if it 
 will give you pleasure '
 
 THROWN OUT 219 
 
 1 Give me pleasure ! Oh, Olive, if you 
 onlv knew ! This way,' and with that he 
 turned his horse in the direction of Teddy 
 Spankaway's last screech. 
 
 1 You are going to look for the hounds, 
 then V 
 
 1 We must find out what has become of 
 them. They may be in the wood yet. It 
 would never do to leave without having a 
 proper tale to tell when we get home.' 
 
 Olive smiled. It pleased her to think 
 that, impetuous though he was, her lover 
 had not altogether lost sight of prudence. 
 
 As they went on they were joined by 
 many others, and presently the master 
 himself came up in a great heat and asked 
 the question everybody else was asking, 
 ' Where are the hounds V and like everybody 
 else o-ettino' no answer. 
 
 ' I do believe they have slipped away, he 
 said. 
 
 And so it proved. On reaching the con- 
 fines of the wood thev found there several
 
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 yokels and second horsemen, from whom 
 they learnt that the hounds had gone away 
 ten minutes previously, Quickly and some 
 two score gentlemen with them, very fast, 
 and, as it seemed, running towards Sandford. 
 
 ' What a sell !' chorused twenty voices. 
 
 ' I shall go on and try to nick in ; they 
 may check, or run a ring,' said the master, and 
 off he went, followed by a dozen of the 
 belated ones, whose number was continually 
 increasing. 
 
 1 Not a bit of use,' said another. ' Ten 
 minutes' start and a fast thing. They will 
 only hammer their horses' legs to pieces on 
 the hard highroad. I shall chuck it up 
 and go home.' 
 
 ' I sup])ose we had better do the same/ 
 observed Charlie to Olive, as though the idea 
 were occurring to him for the first time. 
 ' If we try to overtake them we shall only 
 use up our horses to no purpose.' 
 
 ' You think it would be a vain pursuit, 
 then V
 
 THROWN OUT 221 
 
 ' Decidedly.' 
 
 ' Very well. Let us go home, then. 
 Which is the way V 
 
 Several of the others set off with them ; 
 but they soon parted company, and Charlie 
 had Olive all to himself for the rest of the 
 ride, and a delightful long-drawn-out ride it 
 was, through green lanes and pleasant bridle- 
 paths, past ancient halls nestling among 
 trees, farmhouses with red roofs and high 
 gables, and barns such as are not built now- 
 adays — big enough for cathedrals — and 
 quaintly picturesque churches, whose ivy- 
 mantled towers looked down on the dust of 
 twenty generations. 
 
 At the Beehive, an old timbered inn, 
 which had been a house of entertainment 
 since the dissolution of monasteries, the 
 travellers halted to bait their horses and 
 refresh themselves. Tea was served in a 
 snug little parlour with black oak wains- 
 coting and diamond-shaped window-panes, 
 looking into a venerable garden ; and as there
 
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 was nobody in the garden, and the lovers 
 were sole occupants of the parlour, they were 
 quite happy, forgetting for awhile every- 
 thing but themselves and their love, and 
 lingering perhaps longer than was altogether 
 wise. Nevertheless they reached home an 
 hour sooner than they would have done had 
 they returned by rail. 
 
 ' What will Edward say ?' asked Olive, 
 as they reined up at All Hallows lodge-gates. 
 
 ' I do not see that he has a right to say 
 anything. I am your duly ajDpointed pilot, 
 and I have taken you home many a time 
 before.' 
 
 ' The circumstances were very different, 
 though. We have been alone nearly all 
 day, and he will be vexed at beino- left to 
 train home by himself — perhaps say some- 
 thing to mother which may reawaken her 
 suspicions. Anyhow, for the next few 
 weeks we shall need to be extremely cir- 
 cumspect, and I will be very gracious to 
 Edward. No, don't come up to the house
 
 THROWN OUT 223 
 
 with me. If mother thinks you are neglect- 
 ing me, so much the better. Good-night, 
 Charlie dear.' 
 
 ' Good-night, darling. This has been the 
 happiest day I ever had in my life/ 
 
 ' I hope we may not have to pay a heavy 
 price for it,' thought Olive as she trotted up 
 the avenue ; ' but something tells me that 
 Edward will be very angry — and I distrust 
 him more than I like to let Charlie know. 
 Dear old Charlie ! How strange it is that 
 two brothers should be so different !'
 
 CHAPTER XIII. 
 
 JEALOUS. 
 
 Edward did not miss the lovers until some 
 time after they had stolen away. Then, 
 after making several fruitless inquiries, he 
 went to look for them. He might as well 
 have looked for a needle in a haystack ; but 
 while he was seeking the lovers he found 
 the hounds, and the hounds found a fox. 
 Feeling sure that he was now on the right 
 track, he rode to the first whip's view 
 hallo, and was one of the first out of the 
 wood ; and having no doubt that he should 
 presently encounter Charlie and Olive (who 
 were generally in the first flight), he w T ent 
 boldly on. But the field being rather 
 scattered and the country rather heavily
 
 JEALOUS 225 
 
 timbered, he looked for the fugitives in 
 vain, and had to console himself with the 
 reflection that he should find them when 
 the hounds checked — or, at any rate, at 
 the end of the run, which he devoutly 
 hoped would not be long. It lasted a good 
 hour, the latter part of it, however, being 
 rather slow, and ended in the middle of a 
 covert, where Reynard ran into a drain and 
 could not be persuaded to come out and be 
 killed. 
 
 Edward, who, thanks to easy fences and 
 a line of gates, was well up, looked round, 
 and when he saw nothing of those whom 
 he sought, his first feeling was a sense of 
 elation. He had beaten his brother for 
 once. But when the last of the laggards 
 appeared on the scene, and the said brother 
 and the young lady were still invisible, he 
 began to feel uneasy. 
 
 1 Have you seen anything of my brother 
 and Miss Lincoln V he asked of Teddy 
 Spankaway, who was standing at his horse's 
 
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 head, devouring a ham sandwich and drink- 
 ing whisky-and-water from an electro-plated 
 flask. 
 
 ' The last time I saw them was in 
 Blackthorn Wood, and very thick they 
 seemed.' 
 
 1 Thick ! What do you mean V 
 
 1 They were in close converse, and very 
 near together — heads almost touching, in 
 fact — and though I told them I had heard 
 a hallo, and when I knew the hounds were 
 running gave a screech which I am sure 
 they must have heard, they did not come 
 on. Anyhow, they are out of it, and 
 I expect that is where they want to 
 be. That brother of yours is a sly dog, 
 Prince, and Miss Lincoln is a deuced nice 
 girl' 
 
 And then Mr. Spankaway, who was 
 himself rather sweet on Olive, and jealous 
 of Charlie, laughed maliciously and offered 
 Edward his flask. Edward tried to look 
 unconcerned, muttered something about the
 
 JEALOUS 227 
 
 possibility of anybody losing hounds in 
 Blackthorn Wood, and asked whether they 
 were sfoingf to draw aofain. 
 
 1 Of course we are, as soon as Harden 
 turns up. He has been thrown out, too — 
 not often that happens. Do you know 
 your horse has lost a shoe ?' 
 
 ' Confound it ! so he has. Where is 
 there a forge ?' 
 
 ' Down the road to the right, near the 
 windmill.' 
 
 The loss of the shoe delayed Edward half 
 an hour, and when he set his face towards 
 Blackthorn, hounds and hunters were no- 
 where to be seen ; but presently he met 
 a groom with a lame horse, who was able 
 to tell him that Mr. Harden had fallen in 
 with the hounds, and that his brother and 
 Miss Lincoln were gone home. 
 
 ' But there is no train till 4.30 V 
 
 ' I think they are hacking all the way, 
 sir.' 
 
 ' The deuce they are !' and Edward
 
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 Prince went on, looking as black as thunder 
 and in a very evil frame of mind. 
 
 Teddy Spankaway's words had re- 
 awakened the suspicion he had once en- 
 tertained, that Olive and Charlie had a 
 sneaking kindness for, and perhaps a secret 
 understanding with, each other. 
 
 ' It looks like a planned thing,' he 
 thought. ' It looks as if they had stopped 
 in the covert on purpose. Anybody may 
 lose hounds in that horrid wood ; but why 
 did not they come on with Franklin, and 
 why, oh why ! have they gone home by road 
 without waiting for me, or making an effort 
 to find me ? It is not fair, it is not right, 
 it is scarcely courteous.' 
 
 Edward was furiously jealous ; the idea 
 of being supplanted by his brother, whom 
 in his heart he rather despised, was gall 
 and wormwood to him, and he had made 
 so sure that Olive liked him and cared no 
 more for Charlie than Charlie cared for her 
 that the disappointment was doubly bitter.
 
 JEALOUS 229 
 
 He had been deceived, played with, made 
 a ' spoon -handle of,' and he said in his 
 anger that he would let ' those two ' see 
 that he could not be befooled with impunity. 
 
 But when he cooled down somewhat and 
 considered the matter further, he perceived 
 that he had really very little ground for 
 complaint ; the existence of a secret under- 
 standing between Olive and Charlie had 
 still to be proved. Spankaway, a mere 
 sporting man, who regarded coarse jokes as 
 high wit, was quite capable of straining a 
 point to provoke a laugh. He had no doubt 
 grossly exaggerated, if not actually invented ; 
 and, after all, there was nothing very alarm- 
 ing in Charlie and Olive being left behind 
 for once in a way, and hacking home 
 instead of waiting for a train. In like 
 circumstances he would probably have done 
 the same. 
 
 Notwithstanding this commendable effort 
 to weigh both sides of the question, Edward 
 was suspicious still. Though the circum-
 
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 stances were consistent with either theory, 
 the thoughts and memories which came 
 unbidden to his mind fed the flame of his 
 jealousy, and he felt furiously anxious to 
 know the truth. But how was he to know 
 it ? He could not openly ask Charlie with- 
 out risking a rebuff and showing his own 
 hand. He was neither his brother's keeper 
 nor Olive's guardian. Charlie had just as 
 much right to fall in love with her as he had, 
 and he would certainly refuse to disclose 
 anything which might compromise her, or 
 which he desired in his own interest or hers 
 to keep secret. 
 
 After long cogitation Edward made up his 
 mind to dissemble his jealousy and keep his 
 suspicions to himself. Until he had evidence 
 that Olive and Charlie were carrying on a 
 clandestine courtship he would not say a 
 word to anybody — even to his mother. 
 But he would seek for evidence, leave no 
 stone unturned to obtain it, and when he had 
 obtained it, act. How, he could not as yet
 
 JEALOUS 231 
 
 decide — that would depend on circum- 
 stances ; only he was fully resolved that 
 Olive should be his, and not Charlie's. The 
 mere thought that he might lose her angered 
 him almost past bearing. He had known 
 for some time that he loved Olive, but never 
 until then had he realized the intensity of 
 his passion, and how necessary to his happi- 
 ness she was become. 
 
 Charlie, indeed ! Charlie's partiality for 
 Olive — if it existed — was mere calf love, the 
 fugitive fancy of an overgrown boy, who took 
 no thought for the morrow ; his, the strong 
 love of a mature man, who had formed 
 definite views of life, and meant to get on. 
 If the matter were fairly put to Olive, there 
 could, he felt sure, be no question as to her 
 choice. Meanwhile, the fair putting being 
 neither feasible nor expedient, there was 
 nothing for it but to wait, and, as Edward 
 said to himself, everything comes to the man 
 who knows how to wait — and watch. 
 
 His first question to the groom who met
 
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 him at Peele Station was whether his brother 
 had returned, 
 
 ' Yes, sir ; he hacked.' 
 
 ' He got home early, then V 
 
 'Not very. About half -past five, I 
 think. It is a longish way from Black- 
 thorn.' 
 
 1 Fifteen miles. They took five hours to 
 do fifteen miles, and their horses quite 
 fresh,' thought Edward. ' What could they 
 be doing all the time V 
 
 And the demon of jealousy gnawed harder 
 at his heart than ever. But when he got 
 home and met Charlie in the hall he smiled 
 pleasantly. 
 
 1 A nice fellow you are, to run away and 
 leave me to come home alone !' quoth he. 
 
 ' Nay, it was you who ran away and left 
 us. When we got out of the covert you 
 were non est, and you had been gone so long 
 that there was no chance of overtaking you. 
 So we just hacked home, Olive and I.' 
 
 ' You did not stop anywhere, then V
 
 JEALOUS 233 
 
 ' Only at the Beehive to gruel. Had you 
 a good run V 
 
 ' A regular clinker. A good sixty 
 minutes, first twenty as fast as we could leg 
 it, and lost the fox in a drain at Slasher's 
 Mill.' 
 
 ' And we were out of it ! But make 
 haste and get changed. The pater wants 
 you in his room.' 
 
 ' What's in the wind now V 
 
 1 A family council. You are required to 
 make it complete, so hurry up.' 
 
 Edward, though particular about his 
 person, and generally slow over his toilet, 
 did hurry up, and, on entering his father's 
 room some fifteen minutes later, found the 
 other members of the family in deep con- 
 sultation. The matter was this : 
 
 The firm of Lincoln, Lyman, and Jump 
 (whose affairs were in Chancery) had made 
 heavy advances to one of their correspon- 
 dents in Trinidad, on the security of various 
 properties there. The correspondent in
 
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 question having failed, and the amount in- 
 volved being large, and the business compli- 
 cated, it was considered necessary to send 
 somebody out to protect the interests of the 
 house and realize the hypothecated proper- 
 ties ; and in the opinion of the Vice-Chan- 
 cellor no gentleman could so well perform 
 this duty as Mr. Leonard Prince ; he was a 
 lawyer, a man of business, and had all the 
 facts at his fingers' ends. Would he accept 
 the commission, and on what terms ? 
 
 ' The letter came after you were gone this 
 morning,' said Mr. Prince to Edward, ' and, 
 as you see, it requires a prompt answer. 
 Mother and Charlie are rather for it. They 
 are pleased to think the trip would do me 
 good. What is your opinion ?' 
 
 Edward was also rather for it. Like the 
 others, he thought the trrp would do his 
 father good ; moreover, during his absence 
 he would naturally take his father's place in 
 the office, and represent him in the town, 
 and the idea pleased Edward. But he was
 
 JEALOUS 235 
 
 not the man to answer an important ques- 
 tion by simply saying ditto to somebody 
 else. 
 
 1 What is your opinion ?' repeated Mr. 
 Prince. 
 
 1 What is my opinion ?' said Edward, 
 knitting his brows and looking wondrous 
 wise. ' This is a very serious matter, and 
 requires a good deal of consideration. 
 Mother and Charlie think the trip would do 
 you good. I hope they are right ; but 
 what is their authority ? Those West India 
 islands are not generally supposed to be the 
 most healthy places in the world.' 
 
 ' Mr. Lincoln has been several times to 
 Trinidad, and I have heard him say that the 
 island was healthy and the voyage there 
 pleasant.' 
 
 ' Then we may regard that point as 
 settled. The next is, can you be spared ?' 
 
 ' That is rather for you to say. Charlie 
 has been doing very w T ell lately, and I don't 
 see why you and he and Lillywhite should
 
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 not be able to do without me for three or 
 four months, and the pay I get for going 
 out would be all to the good.' 
 
 ' Less the extra premium on your life 
 policy.' 
 
 Mr. Prince's countenance fell. Some- 
 thing was always happening to remind him 
 of that terrible skeleton. Only the week 
 before Peploe and Pope had written to say 
 that they doubted whether they should be 
 able to pay any more interest. 
 
 ' I had not thought of that,' he said 
 gravely. ' It is not indisputable yet.' 
 
 1 It does not become indisputable for two 
 years. In the meantime you are limited to 
 Europe and North America. But the 
 company would give you a license.' 
 
 ' Of course they would. But upon what 
 terms ? You had better go to town to- 
 morrow and ascertain. If they make any 
 charge at all it should be something quite 
 nominal. As my policy permits me to 
 cross the Atlantic, the mere voyage involves
 
 JEALOUS 237 
 
 no extra risk, and the trip out and home, 
 and the change and that, can hardly fail to 
 benefit my health.' 
 
 ' That is a good point. I will urge it/ 
 said Ned, making a mem. in his note-book. 
 ' If this can be arranged you will go, of 
 course/ 
 
 ' 1 think so. It will be an agreeable 
 trip and a new experience, and they cannot 
 give me less than five hundred and my 
 expenses.' 
 
 ' Five hundred is not enough, father. 
 Shall I arrange that for you also while I 
 am in town ?' 
 
 1 By all means, Ned. You are a better 
 hand at a bargain than I am, and will pro- 
 bably get more than I should dare to ask. 
 And now, having finished our business, let 
 us go in to dinner.' 
 
 The next morning Edward went to 
 London, and justified his father's opinion of 
 his business capacity by making two very 
 satisfactory bargains. By persuading the
 
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 assurance company that the contemplated 
 voyage could not fail to benefit his father's 
 health, he obtained the license on very 
 favourable terms, and by taking the oppo- 
 site tack with the Chancery people — dwell- 
 ing on the perils of ocean travelling and the 
 manifold dangers of a tropical climate 
 (especially for a man at his father's time of 
 life) — he obtained a hundred and fifty 
 pounds more than the sum which Mr. 
 Prince had named, and with which he 
 would have been content. 
 
 Edward called this diplomacy — his father 
 would have called it sharp practice, if he 
 had known the facts ; but Mr. Prince was 
 too well satisfied with the result to be in- 
 quisitive about details, and the money would 
 be very useful. 
 
 The license granted by the insurance 
 company (in consideration of a payment of 
 twenty pounds) was for a voyage to Trinidad 
 and back per Royal mail steamer, and the 
 perils incident thereto, and a residence in
 
 JEALOUS 239 
 
 the island not exceeding three months — 
 unless Mr. Prince should be detained there 
 longer than that period by circumstances 
 beyond his control. 
 
 For a hundred and thirty pounds more 
 the company would have anticipated the 
 time by which the policy was to become 
 indisputable and ' good for all the world.' 
 But as this seemed to Edward like paying 
 so much money for nothing, he elected for 
 the conditional license, and plumed himself 
 on having scored a great success. But it is 
 possible to be too clever, and in the issue 
 Edward discovered that the proverb about a 
 penny saved being a penny gained is not of 
 universal application.
 
 CHAPTEK XIY. 
 
 lillywhite's demand. 
 
 Mr. Prince's main (though unconfessed) 
 reason for desiring to go to the West Indies 
 was that he might get away from the 
 skeleton for a time. With three or four 
 thousand miles of ocean rolling between 
 them, it would (metaphorically) be out of 
 sight, and, as he hoped, out of mind. The 
 fresh scenes he should behold and the new 
 and varied impressions he should receive 
 must needs divert the current of his 
 thoughts, and he would enjoy a short inter- 
 lude of peace, which he sorely needed, for 
 latterly the skeleton had been unpleasantly 
 obtrusive. 
 
 After paying the agreed interest in full,
 
 LILLY WHITE S DEMAND 241 
 
 though intermittently, for three years, 
 Peploe and Pope had ceased their remit- 
 tances, and intimated pretty plainly that it 
 was unlikely they would ever be resumed. 
 This meant a loss of six hundred a year ; 
 and the premium on the triple life policy 
 brought up to a thousand pounds per annum 
 the cost of keeping the skeleton under lock 
 and key. But for the profits arising out of 
 the Lincoln lawsuit, the burden would have 
 been almost more than Mr. Prince could 
 bear without making such retrenchments as 
 would seriously affect his position in the 
 town. For Mrs. Lincoln's sake he wanted 
 the suit to end ; for his own, it were better 
 for it to ox> on — a conflict of interests that 
 sometimes rendered it difficult for him to 
 advise his client with that singleness of 
 purpose which for three generations had 
 been the rule of the office. 
 
 Edward, on the other hand, was rather 
 disposed, for financial reasons, to protract 
 the suit, and father and son had occasionally 
 
 vol. 1. 16
 
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 1 words ' on the subject. The young man 
 had, moreover, an unpleasant way of refer- 
 ring to the skeleton as that ' terrible busi- 
 ness,' and hinting that in using Mrs. 
 Lincoln's trust-fund to square Peploe and 
 Pope his father had committed a fatal 
 mistake. This Mr. Prince knew only too 
 well ; but he did not like being told so. It 
 was as bad as rubbing bay-salt into an open 
 wound. Nor did he in his heart approve of 
 his wife's project for making a match between 
 Edward and Olive ; there was something 
 underhand about it. He had a great regard 
 for Olive, and felt sure that Edward and she 
 would not pull well together. But Dorothy 
 had set her mind on it, and if he could not 
 successfully oppose her alone, much less 
 could he do so when she was supported by 
 Edwaid, who was a host in himself, and to 
 whom the disclosure of the secret had given 
 additional power. 
 
 Oppressed by all these cares, and feeling 
 as he had never felt before the weight of
 
 LILLYWHITE'S DEMAND 
 
 243 
 
 years, there were times when Mr. Prince 
 wished himself dead. His death would 
 settle everything ; the assurance money 
 would make good his breach of trust, and 
 though he could not leave his sons a fortune, 
 he should leave them an excellent business 
 and a name free from reproach. These fits 
 of depression were, however, infrequent, 
 and he was forgetting his worries in the 
 work of preparing for the approaching 
 voyage, and beginning to contemplate the 
 future more hopefully, when an incident 
 occurred that revived his fears, and £ave 
 
 7 o 
 
 him the most severe shock he had sus- 
 tained since the discovery of Jack's defal- 
 cations. 
 
 Two or three days before his departure he 
 was in his room, looking over papers, and 
 making notes for Edward's guidance during 
 his absence, when the door opened and in 
 walked Lillywhite. In this there was 
 nothing unusual, but the deliberation of 
 the managing clerk's movements, and the
 
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 solemnity of his visage, bespoke the import- 
 ance of his errand. 
 
 ' What is it now, Lillywhite ?' said Mr. 
 Prince, looking up. * Has our best client 
 run away without paying his bill of costs, 
 or does Mr. Trumpler want a new will 
 making V 
 
 Instead of greeting his employer's joke 
 with a smile, Lillywhite looked more solemn 
 than ever. 
 
 ' It is not office business this time, Mr. 
 Prince. It's touching a matter personal to 
 our two selves that I want a word with 
 you.' 
 
 ' Can he want his salary raised ?' thought 
 Mr. Prince. ' All right, Lillywhite ; if 
 there is anything I can do for you, I am 
 sure I shall be very happy ' 
 
 ' You set sail on Friday ?' 
 
 I God bless me ! Is that what you had 
 to say ?' quoth Mr. Prince, with a laugh. 
 1 Yes, I set sail on Friday.' 
 
 I I hope you will come back, sir.'
 
 LILLY WHITE'S DEMAND 245 
 
 ' 'Pon my word, Lilly white ! Of course I 
 shall come back. Why not V 
 
 ' Well, there's a sight of water between 
 this and the West Indies ; and where there 
 is water there is danger. I never liked it — 
 either inside or out. I don't want to dis- 
 courage you, sir, but I cannot help thinking 
 that it is a very hazardous undertaking for a 
 gentleman at } r our time of life. And as you 
 may never come back, though I sincerely 
 hope you will, I should like to have a proper 
 understanding.' 
 
 ' As to what ? For heaven's sake, come 
 to the point, Lilly white ! You know how 
 busy I am.' 
 
 ' My position in the office.' 
 
 ' Your position will be what it has been — 
 that of managing clerk.' 
 
 ' Under Mr. Edward ?' 
 
 ' Of course. You surely don't suppose 
 that he will be under you ?' 
 
 ' He might do worse. He has not all the 
 sense in the world, though he evidently
 
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 thinks so ; and his manner to me is often 
 very discourteous — almost offensive, indeed ; 
 and if I am to be under him during your 
 absence, he must promise to treat me with 
 becoming respect ; also, I should like a slight 
 increase of salary.' 
 
 ' Anything else ?' asked Mr. Prince 
 sarcastically. ' You had better open your 
 mouth wide enough while you are about it.' 
 
 ' Not at present ; I think that will do till 
 you come back.' 
 
 ' Not at present ! Gad ! you speak as 
 though you were surprised at your own 
 moderation. You have been with me a 
 long time — more than twenty years.' 
 
 ' Twenty -two on the tenth of next 
 month.' 
 
 ' Twenty-two, then — and served me well 
 and faithfully ; and I have treated you hand- 
 somely, giving you my entire confidence, and 
 letting you have pretty nearly your own 
 way in everything. In point of fact, I have 
 spoiled you. It is as Edward said the other
 
 LILLY WHITE'S DEMAND 247 
 
 day — you cannot stand corn ; you are 
 getting above yourself.' 
 
 ' Edward said that, did he ? I am obliged 
 to him,' interposed the managing clerk, with 
 an angry shake of his portentous nose, which, 
 after blushing violently, had become almost 
 blue. 
 
 'You are getting above yourself,' repeated 
 Mr. Prince, heedless of the interruption, 
 1 and as your demands are unreasonable 
 and cannot be complied with, I fear we 
 shall have to part — unless you choose to 
 withdraw them. Think about it, Lilly- 
 white ; I should be sorry for you to decide 
 hastily. ' 
 
 'I have thought about it already, and my 
 mind is made up ; but before you finally 
 make up yours, sir, there is one observation 
 I should like to offer. You say you have 
 given me your entire confidence. So you 
 have — with one exception — and a very 
 important exception.' 
 
 1 What is that, Lillywhite ?'
 
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 1 The matter of your son John and Peploe 
 and Pope.' 
 
 Mr. Prince turned as pale as if the cup- 
 board had opened of itself and the skeleton 
 had walked into the room. 
 
 ' My son John — Peploe and Pope ! What 
 do you mean ?' he exclaimed, trying to keep 
 his countenance. 
 
 ' I guess you know, sir,' returned Lilly- 
 white grimly. ' I can perhaps put two and 
 two together, and likewise see as far into a 
 stone wall as anybody else. When Peploe 
 came here three or four years since I thought 
 something was wrong — he would not come 
 all the way from Liverpool for nothing — 
 and when I heard that Mr. John had got 
 into debt and run away I felt sure some- 
 thing was wrong. I took Peploe's measure. 
 He would not have cared a button how 
 much Mr. John got into debt, so long as it 
 was not to him. So I put two and two 
 together, and from certain things that 
 happened at that time and afterwards I
 
 LILLYJVHITE'S DEMAND 249 
 
 came to the conclusion that you had sold 
 out Mrs. Lincoln's ' 
 
 ' Lillywhite, I did not expect this of you !' 
 interrupted Mr. Prince in a voice of bitter 
 reproach. ' You have been playing the spy 
 — prying into affairs that do not concern 
 you, and, I very much fear, opening my 
 private letters.' 
 
 1 No, sir ! no, sir ! no, sir !' thundered the 
 clerk, emphasizing each denial with a re- 
 sounding thump of his fist on the table. ' I 
 never opened a private letter of yours in my 
 life. I would scorn to stoop to any such 
 rascality. I am curious, I know, but I am 
 not a scoundrel. But those who run may 
 read, Mr. Prince. The outward appearance 
 of a letter, like the outward appearance of a 
 man, often gives clue to what is inside. The 
 way of it was this, sir : when that un- 
 fortunate affair took place, and I saw that 
 you could not or would not trust me, I felt 
 hurt, and I resolved to fathom the mystery 
 — by strictly honourable means, of course.
 
 250 TRUST. MONEY 
 
 Peploe comes unexpectedly, stays a long 
 time, and leaves you much disturbed ; the 
 next day you go off and don't return for 
 three or four days ; you decline to sell out 
 Mrs. Lincoln's stock and lend the money 
 on mortgage as I proposed. Nevertheless, 
 there comes a letter from the Bank of 
 England, which, unless I am much mistaken, 
 was an intimation that application had been 
 made for power of attorney to sell out stock, 
 and I knew, of course, that Mrs. Lincoln's 
 was the only trust-money we had in Consols ; 
 also, before-time her dividends passed through 
 my hands, whereas afterwards you took the 
 management of the trust entirely into your 
 own. From these and other circumstances, 
 which I need not mention, 1 drew certain 
 conclusions.' 
 
 ' Ah ! You drew certain conclusions. 
 What were they ? You may speak fully ; 
 but bear in mind, please, that inferences are 
 not evidence, and I admit nothing whatever.' 
 
 ' I did not suppose you would, sir — at
 
 LILLYWHITE'S DEMAND 251 
 
 first. It is a safe rule not to admit any- 
 thing. Well, my conclusions — or, if you 
 like it better, my suspicions — amounted to 
 this : that your son got into trouble about a 
 bit of paper, or something of the kind, and 
 to prevent him from being prosecuted you 
 made up the deficiency by — shall we say 
 borrowing? — the whole or the greater part of 
 Mrs. Lincoln's trust-fund. When Mr. John 
 appeared here a little while ago, disguised as 
 a tramp, these suspicions became absolute 
 certainty. People don't run away and return 
 in disguise for nothing more serious than 
 contracting debts which they are unable to 
 
 1 Jack here ! Jack in disguise !' exclaimed 
 Mr. Prince, after a long stare of bewilder- 
 ment and surprise. ' Preposterous ! It is 
 absurd — impossible ! This is an invention 
 of your own, Lilly white — a wicked inven- 
 tion !' 
 
 ' It is no invention, sir, though I judge 
 by your manner that you were not aware
 
 252 TRUST-MONEY 
 
 of the circumstance,' returned the clerk 
 quietly ; ' I saw Mr. John with my own 
 eyes.' 
 
 ' You did really, Lillywhite ? You are 
 sure you are not deceiving me ?' said Mr. 
 Prince in a husky voice, as he wiped away 
 the sweat which stood in big beads on his 
 forehead. 
 
 ' I did, sir ; and T am not the only one 
 that saw him. One evening about the end 
 of October, or the beginning of November — 
 I have the exact date in my diary — I met a 
 tramp in Church Lane, in whose appearance, 
 though his clothes were ragged, and he 
 had a patch over his left eye, there was 
 something strangely familiar to me. All the 
 same, I could not make him out, but I'm 
 naturally of a curious turn, and as I never 
 like to have an unsatisfied doubt on my 
 mind, I just followed my young gentleman, 
 which the growing darkness enabled me 
 to do without attracting his attention. He 
 took the road to Holmcroft. and when I saw
 
 LILLYWHITKS DEMAND 253 
 
 him enter your grounds the mystery was 
 solved. I knew that the tramp was John 
 Prince.' 
 
 Mr. Prince's face broke into a smile of 
 relief. It was not as bad as he thought. 
 Lillywhite was either trying to impose on 
 him or had found a mare's-nest. 
 
 1 What nonsense !' he said. ' How could 
 you know anything of the sort ? Not a 
 day passes that half a dozen unrecognisable 
 tramps don't come begging to Holmcroft.' 
 
 ' Wait a minute, sir ; I have not done 
 yet. On the following night I happened to 
 drop into the Blue Bear, and there met 
 Turnbull, the leather-seller, who was just 
 back from London. He went by parlia- 
 mentary train the same morning, and he 
 saw a man with a patch over his left eye, 
 who got in at Peele and got out at London, 
 for all the world like John Prince.' 
 
 1 It was not John Prince. It could not 
 be John Prince. Do you think that if he 
 had been here and come to Holmcroft I
 
 254 TRUST-MONEY 
 
 should not have known ? You are mis- 
 taken, and Turnbull is a fool. And now let 
 us come to the point. I have no time for 
 more talk. You think you have found 
 something out, and want paying for your 
 silence. Mind, I don't admit you have 
 found anything out — of importance, and if 
 you were to say outside what you have been 
 saying to me now I should either treat it 
 with silent contempt or prosecute you for 
 slander. But I detest scandal, and I don't 
 want to have my family affairs discussed in 
 every taproom in the town. 
 
 'So let me know, please, at how much 
 you value your silence, which, allow me to 
 remind you, it is your duty to observe in 
 any circumstances. To divulge anything 
 
 you may have learnt here would be ' ' a 
 
 gross breach of trust,' Mr. Prince was going 
 to say, but remembering that he had himself 
 committed a still grosser offence of the same 
 sort, and fearing a tu quoque, he stopped 
 short.
 
 LILLYWHITE'S DEMAND 255 
 
 ' Oh, sir, you do me a great injustice/ 
 protested Lillywhite, in a tone of injured 
 innocence, which Mr. Prince thought was 
 put on, but which may well have been 
 sincere. ' You do me a great injustice. All 
 that comes to my knowledge professionally 
 I regard as sacred ; but what I discover is 
 surely my own property, in the sense that I 
 may keep it secret or not at my pleasure. 
 And I ask no price for my silence : merely 
 such a modest increase of my salary as my 
 long and faithful services deserve — say a 
 hundred a year — and the assurance that 
 during your absence Mr. Edward will treat 
 me with ordinary courtesy and respect.' 
 
 ' I en^ao-e that he shall do so. You 
 shall also have the increase you ask for, but 
 you will please to remember that if you do 
 not observe the most absolute discretion we 
 shall have to part. When Mr. Edward 
 comes in be good enough to tell him I 
 would like to speak to him.' 
 
 The clerk, who was evidently rather taken
 
 256 TRUST-MONEY 
 
 aback by the firmness of his principal's 
 manner, rose from his chair, bowed, and 
 retired. 
 
 ' D Mr. Edward !' he muttered when 
 
 he was outside. ' I'll be even with that 
 jackanapes one of these days. The governor 
 put a better face on it towards the last than 
 I expected. But he could not deny it ; he 
 could not deny it. I might have done 
 better. However, a hundred a year isn't to 
 be sneezed at, and I reckon I can have 
 more for the asking. But not yet — more 
 haste less speed. Slow and sure is a good 
 horse.' 
 
 ' My God, what a life !' murmured Mr. 
 Prince, leaning his head on his hands. ' Why 
 did I let Dorothy overpersuade me ? Why 
 didn't I have the courage of my opinions, 
 and face the thing ? It would have been 
 forgotten by this time. . . . How I have 
 been deceived ! And Lilly white ! He pro- 
 fesses to be hurt because I did not give 
 him my confidence. That would not have
 
 LILLYWHITE'S DEMAND 257 
 
 mended matters at all. I should be more 
 in his power than I am now, and I fancy he 
 cares quite as much for power as money. 
 If he had asked for two hundred I should 
 have Qfiven it.' 
 
 Presently Edward came in. His father 
 told him what had happened. 
 
 1 Dear me ! dear me !' he exclaimed. 
 1 That terrible business again ! What will 
 be the end of it ?' 
 
 ' That is a question I often ask myself. 
 I often think it will be the end of me, and 
 that would perhaps be the best of all. The 
 insurance mone}^ would put everything 
 straight. One man can steal a horse, while 
 another may not look over a gate. It seems 
 hard that I should be harassed in this way 
 for a single dereliction of duty — the only 
 one, as I can truly say, which I ever com- 
 mitted.' 
 
 1 It was worse than a dereliction of duty, 
 father. It was a blunder. Had you bor- 
 rowed the money openly it would have been 
 
 vol. 1. 17
 
 25 S TRUST-MONEY 
 
 even worse. You misrht have been called 
 upon to repay it, whereas you are now prac- 
 tically your own creditor. I am rather 
 afraid, though, it was another blunder giving 
 in to Lilly white. He knows nothing ; it is 
 all surmise. In your place I should have 
 set him at defiance.' 
 
 1 No, no, Ned ; that would not do at all. 
 If I did that I should make an enemy of 
 him at once. He would talk. Think what 
 a fine handle such a rumour would be for 
 the Radicals. Mrs, Lincoln would be sure 
 to hear of it, and though she should regard 
 it as a base calumny, she might propose 
 to lessen my responsibility by appointing 
 another trustee ; and a trustee in my posi- 
 tion should be above suspicion. . . . Do 
 you know, I think Lillywhite really believed 
 that the tramp he saw going to Holmcroft 
 was Jack.' 
 
 ' Very likely. Nothing is more easy than 
 to confound one person with another — 
 especially after dark. The leather-seller's
 
 LILLYWHITE'S DEMAXD 259 
 
 story also belongs to the category of illu- 
 sions. You may depend upon it that Jack 
 is thousands of miles away from Peele.' 
 
 ' I hope he is. All the same — poor 
 Jack P And the father s eyes filled with 
 tears. 
 
 Edward had very promptly decided to 
 treat Lillywhite's statement as illusory, 
 partly out of a commendable desire not to 
 add to his father's anxieties on the eve of 
 his departure ; mainly because his father 
 would be sure to tell his mother, and he 
 feared her reproaches for keeping her in 
 ignorance of the scapegrace's return and 
 sending him away without giving her an 
 opportunity of seeing him. 
 
 When Edward left his father's room he 
 took Lilly white aside. 
 
 1 My father has told me what passed 
 between you a little while ago,' he said. 
 ' You want to be treated with more courtesy, 
 it seems. Well, I will treat you with more 
 courtesy. Not because I am afraid of you,
 
 2 6o TRUST-MONEY 
 
 mind ; merely because of my father's pro- 
 mise. But if I had been in his place I 
 should have promised nothing ; I should 
 have told you to do your worst.' 
 
 ' Then you would have done a very bad 
 thing, sir. Your father is a wiser man than 
 you are, though I dare say you don't think 
 so.' 
 
 Edward certainly did not think so. He 
 looked on his father as old-fashioned, and 
 lacking in judgment and resolution, and felt 
 quite sure that he could have managed 
 things a great deal better. 
 
 END OF VOL. I. 
 
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