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 BILLY BELLEW
 
 HEW LIBRARY NOVELS. 
 
 THE CONVICT SHIP. By W. Clark Russell. 3 vols. 
 THE TREMLETT DIAMONDS. By Alan St. Aubyn. 2vols 
 THE THREE GRACES. By Mrs. Hungekford. 2 vols. 
 THE DRIFT OF FATE. By Dora Russell. 3 vols. 
 BEYOND THE DREAMS OF AVARICE. By Walter 
 
 Besant. 1 vol. 
 IN DEACON'S ORDERS. By Walter Besant. i vol. 
 HONOUR OF THIEVES. By C. J. Cutcliffe Hyne. i vol. 
 RHODA ROBERTS. By Harry Lindsay, i vol. 
 THE MACDONALD LA.SS. By Sarah Tytler. i vol. 
 THE MINOR CHORD. By J. Mitchell Chapple. 1 vol. 
 VILLAGE TALES AND JUNGLE TRAGEDIES. By B. M. 
 
 Croker. 1 vol. 
 MADAME SANS-GENE. By E. Lepelleti er. i vol. 
 MOUNT DESPAIR. By D. Christie Murray, i vol. 
 THE PHANTOM DEATH. By W. Clark Russell, i vol. 
 THE PRINCE OF BALKISTAN. By Allen Upward, i vol. 
 
 London : CHATTO & WINDUS, Piccadilly.
 
 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 BY 
 
 W. E. NORRIS 
 
 AUTHOR OF 'THE ROGUE,' ' SAINT ANN'S,' ETC. 
 
 IN TWO VOLUMES 
 VOL. I. 
 
 HonUon 
 
 CHATTO & WINDUS, PICCADILLY 
 
 1895
 
 
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 CONTENTS OF VOL. I. 
 
 CHAPTER PAGB 
 
 I. FOREIGN SERVICE ----- I 
 
 II. WINIFRED FORBES - - - - - 20 
 
 III. BILLY DOES THE STRAIGHT THING - - 38 
 
 rv. A LITTLE HOLIDAY - - - "58 
 
 V. MRS. LITTLEWOOD TAKES THE FIELD - - 78 
 
 VI. MICKY RECEIVES AND GIVES INFORMATION - 99 
 
 VII. A LITTLE DISAPPOINTMENT - - - II4 
 
 VIII. HARRY LYSAGHT - - - - "132 
 
 IX. MOONLIGHT - - - - " I 5 I 
 
 x. micky's prescription - - - - 171 
 
 XI. A WESTERLY BREEZE - - - - 165 
 
 XII. MISPLACED CONFIDENCE - - - 209 
 
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 4
 
 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 CHAPTER I. 
 
 FOREIGN SERVICE. 
 
 One bitter January afternoon Billy Bellew, striding 
 along at his accustomed high rate of speed through 
 the fog and darkness of St. James's Street, reached 
 the door of his club, which he had no sooner flung 
 open than he was greeted by a little knot of friends, 
 who had encountered one another a few minutes 
 previously in the hall of that establishment. 
 
 ' Hullo, Billy,' called out one of them, ' frozen 
 out, like the rest of us, eh ?' 
 
 1 Bather !' answered the young man addressed, 
 unbuttoning his fur-lined coat and rubbing his 
 
 vol. i. 1
 
 2 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 hands as he approached the group. ' I've been 
 rapping that beastly old barometer for four days ; 
 but he said he didn't mean going down yet awhile, 
 so I thought I had better come up. Do the theatres 
 and give one's horses a rest, you know. After all, 
 we've had a pretty good time of it, so far. I 
 always think one gets the best of the hunting 
 before Christmas.' 
 
 ' Well, that's a cheerful view to take of the 
 subject,' remarked the first speaker ; ' but I can't 
 say I agree with you. Personally, I don't care 
 about riding over a blind country, and I'm a bit 
 too old now to appreciate the pleasure of getting 
 up in the dark. I haven't had a dozen days with 
 the hounds yet, and Lord knows whether I shall 
 get a dozen before I have to send my horses up to 
 TattersalFs. It don't look like it at present.' 
 
 I Oh, you'll be all right,' returned Billy confi- 
 dently ; ' don't you worry yourself. A week of 
 frost, or even a fortnight, isn't such a bad thing, 
 when it comes at the right time.' 
 
 I I like your easy-going way of calling January
 
 FOREIGN SERVICE 3 
 
 the right time,' ejaculated a melancholy-looking 
 little man, whose hands were thrust deep into the 
 pockets of his overcoat, and whose hat was rammed 
 down over his eyes. ' It may be right enough for 
 you lazy beggars ; but I'll be hanged if it's right 
 for a poor devil of an M.P. I've got to begin work 
 early next month, or my constituents will want to 
 know the reason why. And it isn't going to freeze 
 for a week or a fortnight ; it's going to freeze for 
 six weeks straight on end : it always does. 1*11 
 tell you what it is : I'm a devilish patient fellow, 
 and I can stand a lot; but really and truly this 
 isn't good enough. I shall get influenza and be 
 ordered off to the Riviera — that's what I shall do.' 
 ' Oh, I wouldn't do that ." said Billy, in a tone of 
 shocked remonstrance. ' Of course it must be an 
 abominable nuisance for you to have to sit and 
 listen, day after day, to a lot of jabbering duffers, 
 and I can't think why you go in for that sort of 
 thing. But I suppose you have your reasons ; 
 and, after all, you ought to be able to manage a 
 run down into the country once a week. It isn't
 
 4 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 much ; still, it's better than nothing. Better than 
 kicking your heels at Nice or Cannes, or some such 
 beastly hole, anyhow.' 
 
 The disconsolate legislator shook his head and 
 refused to be comforted. He said he might as well 
 give up hunting at once, and he believed he would 
 give it up. He added that, if there was one char- 
 acter more obnoxious to him than another, it was 
 that of the prosperous, unsympathetic brute who 
 insisted upon making the best of his neighbours' 
 misfortunes. Finally he dug Billy viciously in the 
 ribs with his umbrella and wandered off towards 
 the smoking-room, whither he was presently 
 followed by the other malcontents, each of whom 
 had his own particular tale of woe to narrate before 
 departing. 
 
 The prosperous and unsympathetic brute did not 
 accompany them ; he found, on glancing at the 
 clock, that there would hardly be time. He made 
 a sort of conditional promise to dine in company 
 with two of them and ' go on somewhere after- 
 wards,' but he was careful to impress upon them
 
 FOREIGN SERVICE 5 
 
 that the} 7 mustn't wait for him, because he couldn't 
 be quite sure yet what his engagements might be : 
 whereat they exchanged meaning smiles. So he 
 marched off into the darkness again, a tall, well- 
 knit figure ; and as the feeble glimmer of the gas- 
 lamps fell upon him, the passers-by were privileged 
 to behold for an instant a face which in point of 
 beauty could, perhaps, hardly have been matched 
 in London or out of it. For Billy Bellew, with his 
 black hair, his violet eyes and his perfectly 
 moulded features, might almost have posed as a 
 model for a somewhat robust Apollo. He was 
 clean-shaven, after the modern fashion, but his 
 mouth was so well shaped and his upper-lip was 
 so short that the modern fashion was by no means 
 as unbecoming to him as it is to most men of his 
 complexion. 
 
 1 Poor old Billy!' remarked one of the friends 
 whom he left behind him ; ' it's easy to guess what 
 has brought him up to London, and why he looks . 
 so confoundedly hilarious over it.' 
 
 1 He always looks hilarious,' said the other ; ' it's
 
 6 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 his little way — just as it's your little way to look 
 sulky. Splendid digestion, I suppose. It's simply 
 inconceivable that he can have remained in love 
 all this time with that yellow-haired, underbred 
 woman, who is ten years older than he is, if she's 
 a day.' 
 
 Most of us believe in quite a large number of 
 inconceivable things, such as eternity and unlimited 
 space, so that we ought to find no difficulty what- 
 soever in grasping the idea that a well-to-do, well- 
 connected and strikingly handsome young man 
 may fall in love and remain in love with an under- 
 bred woman who dyes her hair and is his senior 
 by a decade or thereabouts. As a matter of fact, 
 poor Billy had fallen in love with a lady answering 
 to that description ; and if he had not remained 
 in love with her for two years, he honestly thought 
 that he had. He would, indeed, have been terribly 
 ashamed of himself had he admitted a doubt upon 
 the subject into his mind ; although, seeing that 
 the lady in question was a married lady, it may 
 be deemed by some that his constancy was no
 
 FOREIGN SERVICE 7 
 
 legitimate matter for pride. But, then, the amazing 
 innocence of Billy Bellew would doubtless be a 
 more difficult conception to some people than 
 eternity or infinite space. 
 
 He walked for a short distance along Piccadilly, 
 and then hailed a passing hansom, which took him 
 to a house in Lowndes Street, where he ascertained, 
 on inquiry, that Mrs. Littlewood was at home. 
 Presently he was ushered into one of those drawing- 
 rooms, encumbered by screens and drapery and 
 flowering plants and little tables adorned with old 
 silver knick-knacks, which would be really pretty if 
 they had not of late years acquired a certain 
 vulgarity of association ; and he was greeted, on 
 his entrance, by a lady who would also have been 
 really pretty, if late years had not produced the 
 effect upon her which years inevitably produce and 
 which art is powerless to conceal. Mrs. Little- 
 wood's hair had once been golden ; but it had 
 never been (because nobody's ever is) of the colour 
 which it now claimed as its own, nor had she 
 always exhibited to the disrespectful wonder of the
 
 8 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 world her present impossible complexion. How- 
 ever, her china-blue eyes and her girlish figure 
 remained to her : besides which, she dressed ad- 
 mirably and had very small hands and feet. She 
 started up from her low chair by the fireside, 
 exclaiming : 
 
 ' So here you are at last ! I began to think that 
 your telegram was a humbug, and that you had 
 gone in for skating, now that the hunting is 
 stopped.' 
 
 ' Am I late ?' asked the young man, consulting 
 his watch and the clock on the mantelpiece. 'I'm 
 awfully sorry if I am; but I just looked in at the 
 club for a minute or two, and those fellows kept 
 me, jawing away about the weather and one thing 
 and another. Well, and how have you been getting 
 on all this long time ?' 
 
 He dropped into a chair and rubbed his hands, 
 gazing smilingly at his opposite neighbour, who 
 responded by a shrug of her shoulders and a 
 grimace. 
 
 1 I have been getting on so badly,' she answered,
 
 FOREIGN SERVICE 9 
 
 ' that the doctor tells me I must be getting off. I 
 suppose, as you have never made a single allusion 
 to it in your letters, you paid no attention to what I 
 told you about my having had a horrid cold, which 
 has settled on my chest ; but the truth is that I 
 have been wretchedly seedy, and we are going to 
 spend the rest of the whiter in Algiers. I am 
 thankful to say that we have let the house ; so it 
 is possible for us to obey the doctor's orders.' 
 
 Mr. Bellew endeavoured to say what was kind 
 and sympathetic : it was not his fault if experience 
 had taught him how little cause there was for 
 alarm in Mrs. Littlewood's transient ailments. But 
 he rather clumsily forgot to express the dismay 
 which he ought to have felt at the news of her im- 
 pending departure from England. 
 
 'Oh, you don't care!' she returned pettishly; 
 1 it will be all the same to you if I leave my bones 
 in that outlandish place. As far as that goes, I ' 
 shan't much care either — there are many worse 
 things than death. What I do dread is the 
 prospect of four or five months' tete-a-tete life with
 
 io BILLY BELLEW 
 
 Alfred. You know what my life with him 
 is!' 
 
 1 Oh yes,' murmured Billy, shaking his head 
 sorrowfully. 
 
 Not that he did know ; but he knew what she 
 had told him, and he also knew that Colonel Little- 
 wood was a singularly despicable person. After a 
 pause, she resumed : 
 
 ' I think you might come out, too, Billy. You 
 can't say that I am ever selfish with you, and I 
 haven't attempted to drag you away from your 
 beloved hunting since it began ; but now that the 
 frost has set in, it wouldn't be such a very great 
 sacrifice to you to come abroad with us, and it 
 would make all the difference to me. You could 
 take up your quarters in a hotel near us, you 
 know ; I won't even suggest that you should share 
 our villa, because I am well aware of the 
 tremendous importance that you attach to gossip.' 
 
 Billy tried hard not to look aghast, and failed 
 signally. Not such a very great sacrifice to leave 
 England in the middle of the hunting season, and
 
 FOREIGN SERVICE n 
 
 dawdle through interminable weeks of enforced 
 idleness upon the shores of North Africa? Good 
 Lord ! But he only thought this, he did not say 
 it ; for in his own way he was something of a 
 hero ; and that wretched little woman knew full 
 well how much heroism was implied in his cheer- 
 ful rejoinder of : 
 
 * All right : I'll manage it. Only I shall want a 
 little time to make arrangements and get rid of 
 the horses and all that, you see. I'll follow you 
 out in a week or so. You're off at once, I sup- 
 pose ?' 
 
 Mrs. Littlewoocl's nature was too essentially 
 feminine to be magnanimous, and she had had too 
 lengthy an experience of the slippery ways of men 
 to run unnecessary risks. She said : 
 
 1 We don't start until next Monday. You can 
 easily make all the arrangements that you want to 
 make before then, and I do hope you will travel 
 with us. Alfred never thinks of anybody but him- 
 self, and doesn't even know how to take care of 
 himself when he is removed from his ordinary
 
 i2 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 surroundings. I really don't feel strong enough 
 just now to look after him.' 
 
 She was, however, strong enough, it appeared, 
 to go to the theatre that night, and she had taken 
 a ticket for Billy, whom she expected t to escort her. 
 He therefore gave up all idea of dining at the club, 
 and, having signified his willingness to accompany 
 the travellers on the following Monday, went away 
 to change his clothes. As he was leaving the house, 
 he encountered a dapper little red-faced personage, 
 with small, twinkling eyes and a grayish moustache, 
 who said : 
 
 1 Hullo, old man ! Been arranging matters with 
 the wife ? Devil of a nuisance, this fancy of hers 
 for going abroad, ain't it ? But you're going to 
 join the party, I hope? You are, are you? That's 
 all right ! And we shall see you at dinner, shall 
 we? That's all right !' 
 
 From the very beginning of the business — which 
 now seemed such a long, long time ago — Colonel 
 Littlewood had thought, or had affected to think, 
 that it was all right. He was perhaps a bad
 
 FOREIGN SERVICE 13 
 
 husband ; he certainly was not an affectionate one ; 
 he was a confirmed tippler ; he had on various 
 occasions borrowed money from his wife's friend, 
 whom he invariably treated as a personal friend of 
 his own and welcomed to his house at all times 
 and seasons. He had persistently ignored rumours 
 which could scarcely have failed to reach his ears. 
 It was difficult to speak civilly to the man, and 
 impossible to help despising him ; yet it did not 
 seem quite so certain as it ought to have seemed 
 that some of those who despised him were less 
 contemptible than he. 
 
 This was the unwelcome reflection which thrust 
 itself upon Billy Bellew as he strode, with bent 
 head, along the filthy, slippery London pavement. 
 It was true that he had done Colonel Littlewood no 
 injury of which the law can take cognisance ; but 
 he had unquestionably done Mrs. Littlewood the 
 injury of compromising her, and he had also 
 (though that was a minor consideration) done a 
 good deal of injury to himself. He had, in short, 
 behaved like a fool. There was no blinking the
 
 i 4 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 matter ; and, as he no longer attempted to blink it 
 in his self-communings, it will be perceived that he 
 was no longer in love. Nevertheless, he had once 
 been in love with the woman who had first flirted 
 with him, then made him her confidant, and had 
 finally given him to understand that, had it been 
 possible for her to begin her life over again, she 
 would have chosen him out of all the world as her 
 husband. As he was still fond of her, he still 
 believed in her, and he still pitied her from the 
 bottom of his heart. Only he sometimes wished 
 that she could bring herself to face the necessity of 
 submission to hard facts ; he sometimes wished 
 that she were a little less reckless and indifferent 
 to public opinion ; and sometimes (but that was an 
 idea upon which he hastened to turn his back) he 
 half suspected her of being a trifle selfish. For the 
 rest, any man who had dared to breathe a word 
 against Mrs. Littlewood's fair fame in the presence 
 of Billy Bellew would have been a sadly battered 
 and disfigured man within a few minutes after the 
 utterance of his shameful calumny.
 
 FOREIGN SERVICE 15 
 
 Unfortunately, one cannot blacken the eyes of 
 ladies or knock their teeth down their throats ; so 
 calumnies had been uttered, and it had been im- 
 possible to take any notice of them. And now he 
 was going to Algiers with the Littlewoods ; and 
 everybody would hear of it ; and he would have to 
 sell his horses in a hurry ; and he didn't know 
 what on earth to do with himself out there ; and 
 he wished he had never been born ! 
 
 The above irritated soliloquy might naturally 
 enough be taken as portending that the end of a 
 foolish entanglement was in sight ; but anyone 
 who had been aware of that soliloquy and had 
 arrived at that natural conclusion would have been 
 imperfectly acquainted with the character of Billy 
 Bellew. Such, indeed, was Billy's own case ; for 
 he had never thought his character worthy of close 
 inspection, and had never supposed that he differed 
 in any essential particular from the rest of the 
 world. He did differ from the great majority in 
 one particular, namely, that he was absolutely un- 
 selfish. There are a few people like that, but only
 
 16 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 a few, and most of them are old maids. Every- 
 thing pointed to the probability that Billy would 
 remain an old bachelor ; because he would have 
 submitted to any personal inconvenience rather 
 than cause Blanche Littlewood one moment of 
 additional distress, and it was certain that Blanche 
 Littlewood would have been infinitely distressed by 
 the loss of his allegiance. 
 
 So it came to pass that, in the early morning of 
 one of those divine winter days which our Northern 
 summer can only at rare intervals contrive to rival, 
 three passengers from Marseilles disembarked upon 
 the modern quay beneath the white and glittering 
 old city of pirates. Two of them had been sea-sick 
 and were cross ; the third, upon whom had devolved 
 all previous trouble and responsibility during their 
 joint journey, was in his accustomed condition of 
 equanimity, and was able to derive such enjoyment 
 from the novelty of the scene as an uneducated 
 sense of form and colour brought within the range 
 of his capacities. He dispersed the vociferous 
 Arabs ; he obtained possession of the luggage,
 
 FOREIGN SERVICE 17 
 
 after a delay of which Mrs. Littlewood complained 
 querulously ; lie chartered a conveyance, and, as a 
 matter of course, he drove up to the suburb of 
 Mustapha Superieur with his companions to see 
 them comfortably established in their villa before 
 securing a resting-place for himself. 
 
 1 This is very jolly — awfully pretty, and unlike 
 anything one has ever seen before, and — and that 
 sort of thing, you know,' was the comment upon 
 the scenery which suggested itself to him while the 
 little horses toiled up the dusty road towards that 
 quarter which wealthy and invalid Anglo-Saxons 
 have marked for their own. 
 
 Colonel Littlewood said rather snappishly, ' Oh, 
 I dare say it's all right ;' and Mrs. Littlewood 
 remarked that paradise itself would hardly be 
 worth gaining at the cost of so horrible a voyage. 
 She added that she was quite sure the servants. 
 who had been despatched by a previous steamer, 
 would not have taken the trouble to put anything 
 straight. 
 
 This gloomy foreboding was, unhappily, verified. 
 
 vol. 1. 2
 
 1 8 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 The villa which Colonel Littlewood had taken, in 
 obedience to his wife's behests, was a very charm- 
 ing house, built in the pseudo-Moorish style by an 
 enlightened architect, surrounded by a prettily laid- 
 out garden and commanding a view of the bay and 
 the snowy Djurdjura Mountains beyond, which in 
 itself justified the high rent demanded by the 
 proprietor ; but breakfast was not ready, and the 
 baths had not been unpacked, and Mr. Bellew had 
 to perform many menial offices before he was re- 
 leased, without a word of thanks. 
 
 ' Upon my word, Blanche, you do make that poor 
 devil work like a slave !' exclaimed the Colonel, 
 with a touch of compunction, after Billy had de- 
 parted for the Hotel d'Orient. 
 
 1 Oh, he likes it, and it's good for him,' returned 
 Mrs. Littlewood lightly. 
 
 It may have been good for him ; but it was an 
 exaggeration to affirm that he liked it. However, 
 as has already been intimated, he was one of the 
 most good-natured of men, and he was irresistibly 
 impelled by his temperament to make the best of
 
 FOREIGN SERVICE 19 
 
 things, even when things did not look particularly 
 bright. Youth and redundant health are scarcely 
 compatible with melancholy. It had been a trial to 
 give up the hunting ; but that trial was now over 
 and done with ; and the blue sky, and the white 
 houses, and the sunny slopes, and the palm-trees, 
 and the feathery bamboos, were pleasant to the 
 eye. 
 
 * I expect one will manage to pull through some- 
 how,' said Billy to himself in cheerful accents when 
 he reached the suburban hostelry where a couple of 
 rooms had been engaged for him by telegraph.
 
 CHAPTER II. 
 
 WINIFRED FORBES, 
 
 The town of Algiers faces east, and the wooded 
 slopes which trend upwards around and above it 
 are thickly sprinkled with whitewashed villas, 
 looking for the most part towards the same quarter 
 or a point or two northwards thereof. In old days 
 the inhabitants of the town naturally wished to 
 keep their country houses as cool as possible, and 
 the winter visitors who have supplanted them must 
 needs make the best of narrow windows and an in- 
 sufficient supply of sunshine. The winter visitors, 
 however, are gradually straggling further and 
 further away from the district known as Mustapha 
 Superieur ; so that some of them have already
 
 WINIFRED FORBES 21 
 
 overtopped the ridge which used to be considered 
 its utmost limit, and, turning their backs upon the 
 town and the bay, gaze due south across the wide 
 Metidja Plain. If they thus deprive themselves of 
 a charming and varied prospect, they acquire what 
 is perhaps of more practical importance to them, 
 the privilege of basking in the sun's rays until the 
 Angelus-bell rings and the brief twilight gives place 
 to darkness. Not that the view of the Metidja and 
 the Atlas Mountains is wanthig in space or beauty 
 of outline or exquisite soft gradations of tint. It 
 lacks the Mediterranean ; but if the Mediterranean 
 were not within reach, it would satisfy most 
 people. 
 
 It amply satisfied the soul of Miss Winifred 
 Forbes, who sat in the little arbour at the end of 
 the garden one morning, looking out upon a scene 
 with which she was becommg familiarized by 
 degrees, but which it seemed to her impossible that 
 she could ever learn to accept as an everyday back- 
 ground to existence, like the view from the library 
 windows at home in Shropshire. From a point
 
 22 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 almost directly beneath her feet the hillside fell 
 away in abrupt declivities of uncultivated ground, 
 where the palmetto and the asphodel grew and 
 nourished amongst the rocks ; immediately opposite 
 were slopes, clothed with vineyards — a compara- 
 tively recent and scarcely a satisfactory feature in 
 the landscape ; beyond stretched the vast plain, 
 with its orange - groves, its cornfields and its 
 scattered habitations, and in the distance rose 
 range after range of purple hills, fading into 
 shadowy outlines against a sky of unclouded blue. 
 She was not of a poetic or romantic temperament ; 
 at least, if she was, she had been too busy all her 
 life to cultivate any natural tendency in that 
 direction ; but scenery and sunlight made her 
 happy and appealed to her, as, indeed, they do and 
 must to nine out of every ten human beings ; and, 
 since nothing is more becoming than happiness to 
 the average human being, it may be said without 
 flattery of Miss Forbes that, as she sat contentedly 
 there in her clean pink cotton gown, she was an 
 agreeable object for the eye to rest upon.
 
 WINIFRED FORBES 23 
 
 Her mother, a dispassionate judge, was wont to 
 say, ■ Winnie isn't exactly pretty — of course, nothing 
 like as pretty as Daisy ; but she always looks nice, 
 and she has a clear, healthy skin.' Strictly speak- 
 ing, her complexion did no doubt constitute her 
 sole valid claim to beauty, although she had a pair 
 of soft brown eyes which were wonderfully ex- 
 pressive at times, and which never expressed ill- 
 will to man, woman, or child. But the rest of her 
 features were not much to boast of, and she was 
 too tall, too thin, too angular, to meet the require- 
 ments of any artistic standard. Nevertheless, it 
 was universally and quite justly admitted that she 
 1 looked nice.' Probably she was such a good girl 
 that she could not have helped looking nice, even 
 though fewer physical advantages had been vouch- 
 safed to her. 
 
 One knows, from having seen so many examples 
 of it, what invariably happens to a good girl who 
 is the eldest of her family, who has a younger 
 sister better-looking than herself, and whose parents 
 do not happen to be energetic persons. Ever since
 
 24 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 she had reached years of discretion Winifred had 
 been at once the providence and the maid-of-all- 
 work of the Forbes household. It was she who 
 engaged and dismissed the servants, ordered the 
 dinner, scolded the cook, took the railway tickets 
 and looked after the luggage ; it was she who copied 
 out manuscripts and corrected proofs for her erudite 
 and inefficient father, a country gentleman with 
 an odd mania for scribbling upon historical and 
 political topics ; it was she who supervised Daisy's 
 wardrobe and subsidised that extravagant young 
 woman with occasional doles out of her own not 
 very liberal allowance ; above all, it was upon her 
 shoulders that the responsibility of seeing that 
 Micky did not get his feet wet or over tire himself, 
 or otherwise endanger his health, had, by common 
 consent, been placed. Now, as Micky was a boy of 
 fourteen, as he held decided views with respect to 
 the right of every freeborn Briton to personal 
 liberty, and as it was on his account that the 
 Forbeses had been packed off South for the winter 
 by their medical adviser, it will be seen that the
 
 WINIFRED FORBES 25 
 
 task of keeping her young brother in a state of 
 discipline and submission was not the easiest of 
 those which Winifred was expected to discharge. 
 
 Presently he sauntered out of the house behind 
 her, with his hands in his pockets, and, making 
 his way across a somewhat untidy garden, which, 
 in spite of neglect, was gay with tea-roses and 
 geraniums and giant cinerarias, threw himself 
 down upon the bench by his sister's side. He was 
 tall for his age, but not as broad across the chest 
 as his relations would have liked him to be, and 
 the colour on his cheeks was rather too vivid to be 
 a sign of health. For the rest, he promised to 
 develop into a tolerably good-looking man, notwith- 
 standing his short, turned-up nose, and his reddish- 
 brown hair and eyes were much admired in the 
 family. 
 
 ' Winnie, my love,' he began, ' it is with sincere 
 regret that I have to inform you of my inability 
 to pursue my ordinary course of study this 
 morning.' 
 
 Winifred did not rebuke him for the above dis-
 
 26 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 respectful imitation of his father's accustomed tone 
 and phraseology, because she knew by experience 
 that remonstrances upon such points were seldom 
 of much avail ; she only shook her head, and said 
 quietly : 
 
 'I can't give you another holiday, Micky. If 
 you don't do your lessons now, you will be sorry 
 for it when you go back to school and find yourself 
 placed among the infants. After all, you must 
 admit that you haven't been very hard worked 
 since we came here.' 
 
 1 1 cheerfully make that admission, my love, and 
 I feel the full force of your remarks. At the same 
 time, it will be obvious to you that I cannot do my 
 lessons in the absence of my kind preceptress, and 
 my kind preceptress will be unavoidably absent 
 this morning. Shortly before twelve o'clock, my 
 love, you will put on your Sunday clothes and go 
 out into society with your papa and mamma. Lady 
 Ottery — may her shadow never be less ! — has sent 
 to beg that they will bring one of their charming 
 daughters with them to her breakfast-party, and
 
 WINIFRED FORBES 27 
 
 the lot has fallen upon you. It seems that a stray 
 man has turned up, and a stray woman is wanted 
 to match him.' 
 
 1 But why isn't Daisy going ?' asked Winifred, 
 raising her eyebrows a little. 
 
 1 Daisy has been approached upon the subject, 
 and has declined. She said she would see the 
 whole lot of them jolly well blowed first — or words 
 to that effect. I am afraid our dear Daisy got out 
 of bed the wrong side to -da}' — though it is not for 
 me to complain. And I must say I should think a 
 breakfast-party was a rather ghastly sort of enter- 
 tainment.' 
 
 Perhaps Miss Forbes may have thought so too ; 
 but it would never have occurred to her that 
 personal disinclination to take part in an enter- 
 tainment could be any excuse for shirking it ; 
 and, as a matter of fact, breakfast-parties are not 
 quite so objectionable abroad as they would be in 
 England. English sojourners in Algiers and other 
 Southern watering-places have, at all events, 
 assimilated the foreign custom in that respect,
 
 28 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 contenting themselves with a cup of coffee and a 
 roll at nine o'clock, and being prepared for social 
 intercourse at an hour when, if they were at home, 
 they would very properly refuse to see anybody. 
 Lord and Lady Ottery, who occupied a villa of 
 imposing dimensions, had invited no less than 
 twenty people to share their mid-day meal 
 that morning, and were now destined to provide 
 food for twenty-two, including Winifred Forbes 
 and the stray man of whom mention has been 
 made. 
 
 The former hastened to array herself in what her 
 brother, with masculine ignorance, had described 
 as her ' Sunday clothes ' ; but she had several 
 small jobs to attend to before starting, so that she 
 vexed her father by keeping him waiting nearly 
 three minutes. When she had seated herself, with 
 her back to the horses, in the little open carriage 
 which had been hired for the winter, Mr. Forbes — 
 a tall, spare, nervous-looking old man, whose long 
 gray hair fell over his coat-collar, and whose 
 convex spectacles nearly hid the weak eyes behind
 
 WINIFRED FORBES 29 
 
 theni — thought it right to utter a mild remon- 
 strance. 
 
 * Winifred, my love,' said he, ' you would save 
 me an immensity of worry if you would try to 
 cultivate the virtue of punctuality. One may 
 almost call punctuality a virtue, and it is scarcely 
 saying too much to call unpunctuality a vice. 
 May I hope that you have looked over those proofs 
 and made the corrections which I indicated to you ? 
 They really ought to be despatched to the printers 
 by to-morrow's mail, at the latest.' 
 
 ' I corrected the proofs last night and sent them 
 off this morning, papa,' answered Winifred cheer- 
 fully. ' I'm sorry I wasn't down in time ; but I 
 wanted to make sure that Micky had something to 
 eat before he started for his ride.' 
 
 Mrs. Forbes, who was small, fragile, very prettily 
 dressed, and had the remains of considerable 
 beauty, exclaimed : 
 
 1 You don't mean that you have let that boy go 
 out riding all by himself again ! I cannot think 
 that it is safe, Winnie. These Arab horses are so
 
 30 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 extraordinary in their ways of going on ! You say 
 they are not vicious ; but if they aren't vicious, why 
 are they always squealing ?' 
 
 Mr. Forbes explained. He was not himself an 
 equestrian, but his historical and ethnographical 
 researches had made him acquainted with the 
 methods of equine management adopted by the 
 various races of mankind, and he imparted his 
 acquired information to his hearers in the low, 
 level accents habitual to him, much as though he 
 had been delivering a scientific lecture. 
 
 ' I am given to understand,' he concluded, ' that 
 Michael has a secure seat, and I do not share your 
 apprehensions with regard to his physical safety, 
 my dear. On the other hand, I confess that I am 
 not free from anxiety on the score of his mental 
 growth. When he is riding he cannot be studying, 
 and he certainly should be made to study at least 
 five hours of every day. I presume I may take it 
 for granted that he will not accomplish even that 
 modest minimum to-day.' 
 
 He would not accomplish so much as a fifth part
 
 WINIFRED FORBES 31 
 
 thereof, and Winifred's eyes dropped apologetically 
 beneath the accusing gaze of her father's spectacles. 
 To be sure, it had been no fault of hers that she 
 had been called away from her educational duties ; 
 but it was a very common experience with her to 
 be blamed for mishaps which she was innocent of 
 having caused, and she had a fine stock of un- 
 conscious philosophy at command. She was also 
 fortunate in being able to take things as they came, 
 and enjoy to the full whatever happened to strike 
 her at the moment as beautiful or pleasant ; so she 
 enjoyed the warm sun, and the pellucid air, and the 
 distant views of sea and shore, and the picturesque 
 Oriental-looking figures which had already lost all 
 the charm of novelty for her mother. As for enjoy- 
 ing Lady Ottery's overgrown assemblage of ex- 
 patriated Britons, and the too sumptuous repast to 
 which they would presently be compelled to sit 
 down, that was another affair. Still, she was 
 willing to try. 
 
 Happily, it turned out that no great effort would 
 be necessary, for as soon as she and her parents
 
 32 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 had joined the throng, fat, good-natured Lady 
 Ottery took her by the arm, and whispered : 
 
 1 I'm not going to victimize you with an old 
 fogey, my dear ; I've got the nicest of young men 
 for you — a Mr. Bellew. I don't know whether you 
 have ever heard of him, but he is pretty well 
 known as a gentleman rider. Ottery was quite 
 delighted to come across him yesterday. He used 
 to see a great deal of him hunting last winter, and 
 we both liked him immensely. Such a good sports- 
 man, and so simple and modest ; besides being 
 superlatively handsome, which isn't a drawback, 
 you know.' 
 
 The first thought that entered Winnie's mind, 
 after she had been introduced to this highly-praised 
 gentleman, and had been conducted by him into 
 the Moorish dining-room, which was profusely 
 decorated with the roses which Algiers provides 
 without stint to those who can afford to pay for 
 them, was, ' What a pity poor Daisy didn't come 
 instead of me ! This is just the sort of man whom 
 she would have been sure to like.'
 
 WINIFRED FORBES 33 
 
 However, in the unavoidable absence of Daisy, 
 there was no reason at all why other people 
 shouldn't like him ; and Winnie, for her part, soon 
 discovered that she liked hirn very much indeed. 
 He was, as Lady Ottery had truly said, remarkably 
 modest and simple ; he gave himself no airs upon 
 the strength of personal beauty ; he did not grumble 
 (as almost everybody else in the room did) at being 
 out of England, and he seemed quite eager to make 
 acquaintance with his fellow-exiles. 
 
 1 Well, you see, Miss Forbes,' said he in answer 
 to some observation of hers, ' the way I look at it 
 is this : what can't be cured must be endured. 
 And, after all, I think this is rather a jolly sort of 
 place, don't you ? Lots of funny things to be seen, 
 I mean ; and I dare say one might get up a few 
 picnics and excursions, and so on. I suppose you 
 ride and drive about a good deal ?' 
 
 Winnie replied that she did when she had time, 
 but that she was generally rather busy at home ; 
 and so he heard all about Daisy and Micky and 
 Mr. Forbes's literary labours, and they became 
 
 vol. 1. 3
 
 34 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 excellent friends. Probably it was the interest 
 which the young man displayed in Micky that won 
 Miss Forbes' s heart. 
 
 ' Poor little chap !' he exclaimed compassionately. 
 1 What awful hard lines for him to be seedy at his 
 age ! Fond of riding, you say ? I wonder whether 
 he would care to come out for a ride with me some 
 da} 7 . I might be able to give him a hint or two, 
 and I assure you that nothing is more important 
 than learning to ride in the right way. If you 
 begin wrong, you let yourself in for no end of 
 bother afterwards.' 
 
 This offer was unhesitatingly accepted, as was 
 also Mr. Bellew's further diffident suggestion that 
 perhaps he might be allowed to call on Mr. and 
 Mrs. Forbes. 
 
 There is a sort of freemasonry between all classes 
 of human beings which stands in need of no 
 explanatory signs. Kogues recognise one another 
 at a glance, and so do honest folks. Unhappily, 
 honest folks may, and not unfrequently do, find 
 themselves in equivocal situations, so that Winifred
 
 WINIFRED FORBES 35 
 
 had to modify the good opinion which she had 
 formed of her companion before the party dispersed. 
 She was standing beside him after breakfast, when 
 coffee and cigarettes had been carried out into the 
 garden, and when Lady Ottery, in the innocence of 
 her heart, came up to inquire what in the world 
 had brought him to Algiers of all places. 
 
 'Oh, I've come out with the Littlewoods !' he 
 answered. ' Mrs. Littlewood has had a nasty 
 cough, and they've been ordered to whiter abroad. 
 I don't think you know them, do you ?' 
 The smile faded from Lady Ottery's lips. 
 ' No ; I don't know them,' she replied, a little 
 dryly. 
 
 1 They are great friends of mine,' said that foolish 
 Billy ; and his tone of voice was nothing short of 
 defiant — ' especially Mrs. Littlewood. She is about 
 the best friend I have.' 
 
 1 Yes,' returned Lady Ottery, moving off at once 
 to speak to somebody else. 
 
 Billy, who was not skilful at disguising his 
 feelings, was obviously annoyed, and lost no time
 
 36 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 in taking his leave. After he had departed, Lady 
 Ottery regretfully narrated what she knew of his 
 recent history to Mrs. Forbes, who, having been 
 struck by his engaging manners, asked a few 
 questions about him. 
 
 ' It is a thousand pities,' said she ; ' but I suppose 
 the poor young man is bent upon making himself 
 impossible for the present. I had no idea that he 
 was here in tow of that dreadful Littlewood woman. 
 Of course, one isn't supposed to know, and if only 
 he will refrain from parading her before our eyes 
 we needn't see her ; but I suspect, from the way in 
 which he spoke to me just now, that he means to 
 play the idiot. It really is too provoking of him ! 
 He would have been so useful in a place like this, 
 where well-connected and nice-looking bachelors 
 are worth even more than they are in London.' 
 
 Mrs. Forbes was less anxious than the generality 
 of mothers to scrape acquaintance with eligible 
 bachelors, because one of her daughters was already 
 engaged to be married, and the other, she hoped, 
 would be so ere long ; therefore, as she drove away,
 
 WINIFRED FORBES 37 
 
 she felt free to express her abhorrence of the conduct 
 of such men as Mr. Bellew. 
 
 ■ Without cutting him — which is quite unnecessary 
 — you had better avoid him for the future, Winnie 
 dear,' was her concluding remark. ' Under the 
 circumstances, I am surprised that he should try 
 to force himself upon the society of the place 
 at all.' 
 
 1 1 am very sorry,' said Winifred. ' I thought 
 him so nice, and he asked if he might call, and he 
 spoke of giving Micky some instruction in riding, 
 too. Don't you think Lady Ottery may be mistaken 
 about him ?' 
 
 1 It is impossible to make mistakes in matters of 
 that kind,' answered Mrs. Forbes decisively. ' If 
 he chooses to call, it can't be helped, and your 
 father can leave a card upon him after a week or 
 two ; but it will be out of the question for us to 
 know him. At all events, we must wait until we 
 see what other people mean to do.'
 
 CHAPTER III. 
 
 BILLY DOES THE STRAIGHT THING. 
 
 To wait humbly for a lead before taking action of 
 any kind is the habitual attitude of fully three- 
 fourths of the human race. Such is our inherent 
 modesty that the majority of us don't care, as Billy 
 Bellew would have put it, to ' break our own 
 fences '; we have no wish to thrust ourselves into 
 undue prominence ; we are quite content to do 
 what other people do and say. Now, it so happened 
 that, for some little time after Billy's arrival in 
 Algiers, people — and highly influential people a few 
 of them were — said nothing but good of him. Mrs. 
 Littlewood was in bed with a bad cold, which may 
 to some extent have accounted for his having ab-
 
 BILLY DOESTHE STRAIGHT THING 
 
 39 
 
 stained from outraging public decorum ; but it was, 
 in any case, evident that he was upon terms of 
 intimacy with the aristocracy of his native land, 
 and this discovery softened Mrs. Forbes' s heart 
 towards him. She said to her eldest daughter that 
 she had perhaps been a little hasty, and that per- 
 haps dear Lady Ottery had also been a little 
 hasty. 
 
 All sorts of ill-natured stories got about ; and very 
 often, when you came to inquire into them, there 
 was no real foundation for them ; poor Mr. Bellew 
 could hardly be as black as he had been painted, or 
 Lady This and Lady That would never have asked 
 him to dine with them, as Mrs. Forbes understood 
 that they had done. In short, if poor Mr. Bellew 
 should call, he was not to be turned away from the 
 door. 
 
 It appeared, however, that Mr. Bellew was in 
 no great hurry to fulfil his promise; and thus 
 considerable disappointment was caused to Miss 
 Daisy Forbes, who, having cross - questioned her 
 sister about him, had come to the conclusion
 
 4 o BILLY BELLEW 
 
 that she would like very much to make his 
 acquaintance. 
 
 'Naughty he may be/ was her comment upon 
 the information imparted to her, ' but he is sure to 
 be nice. Naughty people always are nice ; and in 
 this deadly-lively place nobody is either the one or 
 the other. If he doesn't turn up soon, you must 
 write him a note and ask him to breakfast, Winnie. 
 Perhaps he is shy and wants a little encourage- 
 ment.' 
 
 1 From what I saw of him, I shouldn't say that 
 he suffered in that way,' answered Winnie, laugh- 
 ing. ' At all events, I certainly shall not send him 
 an invitation ; and, after all, I am not sure that 
 I want him to come. He is too good-looking. 
 Besides, I suppose one must assume that his affec- 
 tions are already engaged — as yours are, or ought 
 to be.' 
 
 1 According to you and mamma, his affections 
 are sadly misplaced, and it would be an act of charity 
 to him to divert them,' returned the younger girl 
 composedly. ' As for mine, I can't think why you
 
 BILLY DOES THE STRAIGHT THING 41 
 
 should say that they ought to be engaged. To the 
 best of ruy belief, they are at present concentrated 
 chiefly upon myself, and I don't propose to offer 
 them as a free gift to any Mr. Bellew.' 
 
 Daisy Forbes had a happy conviction that when- 
 ever, and upon whomsoever, it might please her to 
 bestow her affections, the}* would be enthusiastically 
 accepted. Experience had justified her in holding 
 that conviction ; for she was a very pretty girl, and 
 she had the whole art of flirtation at her fingers' 
 ends. The bachelors of Salop had been as wax 
 under the touch of those taper fingers ; the bachelors 
 of London had not escaped ; and if Miss Daisy was 
 still a spinster, it was no doubt only because, as 
 she herself averred, she had hitherto remained 
 comfortably heartwhole. Winifred sighed as she 
 gazed at her sister's small, compact figure, at her 
 golden-brown hair and her clear blue eyes, and her 
 pink and white complexion. There was a certain 
 softness and a certain hardness about Daisy ; one 
 couldn't help feeling occasional misgivings as to her 
 ultimate fate, and one couldn't help wishing that
 
 42 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 she would anticipate and annul possible perils by 
 falling in love with some honest man. The unfor- 
 tunate thing was that she had not, to all appear- 
 ance, fallen in love with Harry Lysaght, who was 
 honest and in every way suitable, and to whom 
 (supposing that she did not intend to marry him) 
 she had behaved rather badly. It was true that 
 there had been no actual engagement, but the 
 affair had been upon the very brink of conclusion, 
 when Micky had fallen so ill with bronchitis that 
 the family had been sent off abroad post-haste. Of 
 course, this had been great fun to Daisy, who 
 delighted in tantalizing her admirers ; but Winifred 
 quite hoped that all would be satisfactorily arranged 
 on their return home in the spring. Meanwhile 
 Daisy had to be amused, if that could be managed ; 
 and, so far, that had not been managed. The girl 
 was bored and out of spirits — a state of things 
 which, as her elder sister knew full well, was very 
 apt to render her mischievous. 
 
 Taking everything into consideration, therefore, 
 it seemed to be just as well that Mr. Bellew had
 
 BILLY DOES THE STRAIGHT THING 43 
 
 forgotten or repented of his intention of calling at 
 Le Bocage, which was the name of the villa tem- 
 porarily inhabited by the Forbes family. 
 
 Winifred, on her side, had almost forgotten him, 
 and had quite ceased to expect him by the time that 
 he tardily redeemed his promise. Supported by 
 the inexhaustible stock of patience and perseverance 
 which was her birthright, she was helping Micky to 
 construe a Horatian ode that afternoon. At his 
 request, she had transferred the scene of their joint 
 labours to the arbour at the end of the garden ; and 
 there (not without occasional longings to dismiss 
 her reluctant pupil and let the whole hopeless 
 business slide) she was endeavouring to turn his 
 preposterous rendering of the Roman poet into 
 passable English. A warm wind was blowing 
 across the plain from the distant Sahara. It was 
 not yet one of those terrible, furious siroccos which 
 fill the atmosphere with fine sand and convert the 
 lofty blue sky into a low, copper-coloured vault; 
 but waves of tepid air were rolling softly in and 
 relaxing the energies of all living creatures.
 
 44 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 ' Auditis, an me ludit amabilis Insania ? — do you 
 hear, or does an amiable insanity delude me ?' asks 
 Micky sleepily ; and his instructress has to rouse 
 herself with an effort, in order to point out that 
 ' amiable insanity ' can hardly have been the pre- 
 cise condition of mind contemplated by the author 
 of the lines. 
 
 'Oh, I don't know,' returned the boy, yawning; 
 1 1 expect he must have been a bit off his head, or 
 he wouldn't have written such bosh. I say, Winnie, 
 don't you think we might knock off for to-day ? It 
 is so beastly hot ! and I think I'm going to have a 
 headache. You know the doctor said most par- 
 ticularly that I wasn't to have headaches.' 
 
 1 1 can't let you go for another half-hour, Micky,' 
 the inexorable Winifred declared. ' Perhaps you 
 may escape in twenty minutes if only you will 
 try to get on. Come! " Audire et videor pios 
 errare per lucos amcence Quos et aqiue subeunt et 
 aurce" ' 
 
 Micky had resumed despondently : 
 
 ' I seem to hear pious people wandering through
 
 BILLY DOES THE STRAIGHT THING 45 
 
 something or other which both agreeable waters and 
 airs ' when he interrupted himself by exclaim- 
 ing in much more lively accents : ' Hullo ! I seem 
 to hear the voices of people who ain't a bit pious, 
 and who are advancing in this direction. Heaven 
 be praised ! it's Daisy, accompanied by a visitor. 
 Daisy isn't always what I could wish her to be ; 
 but I owe her a good turn for this, and I won't 
 forget it.' 
 
 It was not Daisy's habit to receive visitors ; still 
 less was it her habit to share the company of such 
 rare visitors as chanced to interest her with her 
 sister. But when Mr. Bellew had been conducted 
 by her into the summer-house, and had shaken 
 hands with Winifred, and when Micky had joyfully 
 gathered up his books in preparation for a strategic 
 movement of retreat, she explained this departure 
 from established custom. 
 
 1 Very sorry to interrupt you, Winnie,' said she ; 
 * it isn't my fault. Mr. Bellew simply refused to 
 quit the premises without having seen you, so I 
 had to bring him out here.'
 
 46 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 Billy laughed and coloured slightly; he was 
 neither too old nor too wicked to blush. 
 
 1 1 really ain't so pushing as all that, Miss 
 Forbes,' he protested. ' But I did rather want to 
 ask you whether we couldn't make up a riding- 
 party one of these days; and — and you promised 
 to introduce me to your brother, you know.' 
 
 Well, it was no hard matter to make friends with 
 Mr. Michael Forbes, who was a shrewd observer, 
 and who was graciously pleased to approve of the 
 stranger's aspect. Boys always took to Billy 
 Bellew, and boys make fewer mistakes at first sight 
 than men. As we grow old we learn to distrust 
 appearances, and we also, unfortunately, learn to 
 distrust our instincts; but the lessons of experience, 
 as every honest middle-aged man will admit, are of 
 singularly little practical service to us. 
 
 "Winifred, who, being a woman, was in some 
 respects as good a judge of her fellow-creatures as a 
 boy, could not for the life of her help thinking well 
 of this pleasant, handsome, unassuming young- 
 fellow. Perhaps he had been maligned. Even if
 
 BILLY DOES THE STRAIGHT THING 47 
 
 the story told about him were true, he might not 
 be wholly inexcusable. At least, he spoke and 
 acted like a gentleman ; and it was very kind of 
 him to take such an interest in Micky, to whose 
 views upon the subject of horsemanship he was 
 listening with the polite patience which masters of 
 a craft never fail to display in their dealings with 
 neophytes. 
 
 But Daisy, it may be, regarded their guest in a 
 somewhat different, though not in a less nattering, 
 light. Young men, whether in England or in 
 Algeria, did not, according to her belief, call on 
 Mrs. Forbes in order to listen to the chatter of a 
 brat of fourteen, and she soon took measures to 
 release Mr. Bellew from an incubus of which she 
 felt sure that he would be glad to get rid. 
 
 ' If I were you, Micky,' said she, ' I should make 
 a bolt for it. Winnie has her eye upon you, and 
 she is quite capable of dragging you off somewhere 
 to finish your lessons before tea.' 
 
 There seemed to be something in that. Micky, 
 after considering the question for a moment or
 
 48 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 two, decided to adopt the safer course. He tucked 
 his books under his arm and held out his hand to 
 his new friend, saying : 
 
 ' Well, I think I'll be off now. The stables are 
 just beyond the house, and if you'll ride up the 
 road outside and whistle any morning about 
 eleven o'clock, I'll be with you in a brace of 
 shakes. I can show you a place where there's 
 rare good galloping ground, and a bit of a jump, 
 too.' 
 
 1 All right ; you'll hear me whistling for you 
 before you're much older,' answered Billy ; 
 whereupon the boy nodded and promptly dis- 
 appeared. 
 
 A little ordinary tact, Daisy thought, would have 
 led Winnie to follow his example ; but Winnie was 
 sometimes provokingly obtuse. She showed no 
 disposition to withdraw, but resumed her seat, and 
 asked Mr. Bellew whether he wouldn't rather sit 
 down than stand. Moreover, when a servant came 
 across the garden presently to announce that Mrs. 
 Nugent had called, and please would one of the
 
 BILLY DOES THE STRAIGHT THING 49 
 
 young ladies come in, she had the stupidity to 
 remark : 
 
 1 Perhaps you had better go, Daisy ; Mrs. Nugent 
 may want to sse you, and I am sure she can't want 
 to see me.' 
 
 It was a stupid thing to say ; still, the advice 
 might be worth taking, because Mrs. Nugent was a 
 lady who gave frequent small dances and was very 
 particular about securing exactly the right number 
 of couples for them. It would be rather vexatious 
 to be cut out of an invitation by one's elder sister, 
 while nothing could possibly be more safe than to 
 leave a potential admirer in the temporary custody 
 of that elder sister. Therefore Daisy sighed and 
 exclaimed : 
 
 1 Bother the woman ! I suppose I must go and 
 do the civil to her ; but she won't stay long, and I 
 shall be out again in ten minutes or so. I hope 
 you won't let Winnie drive you away before I 
 return, Mr. Bellew.' 
 
 Mr. Bellew was evidently not anxious to be 
 driven away, nor was Winnie eager to dismiss him. 
 
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 50 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 On the contrary, she was glad to have this oppor- 
 tunity of conversing with him for a short time in 
 private, and arriving, if possible, at some clear 
 comprehension of the man. She felt convinced 
 that he was more sinned against than sinning ; 
 perhaps he might become communicative, and 
 perhaps she might be able to give him some assist- 
 ance, verbal or other. It was not unnatural that 
 she should entertain this expectation, for many 
 men and women, recognising in her a sympathetic 
 soul, had been communicative with her, and many 
 were the men and women whom she had been 
 instrumental in helping out of difficulties. It was 
 for some such purpose that Winifred Forbes con- 
 ceived that she had been created : probably she 
 was not mistaken. 
 
 Billy, for his part, conceived, not less naturally, 
 that Miss Forbes had been created for a totally 
 different purpose ; and this was what prompted 
 him to remark, after a pause : 
 
 1 It's awfully good of you to undertake that young 
 beggar's education. From what Mrs. Forbes told
 
 BILLY DOES THE STRAIGHT THING 51 
 
 me just now, I presume that you are undertaking 
 it ; and I should think that you must find him 
 rather a handful, don't you ?' 
 
 'No,' answered Winifred; 'Micky is really a 
 good boy — quite as good as I want him to be. If 
 he hadn't occasional fits of naughtiness, he might 
 grow up into a little prig, which would be dreadful. 
 Of course, it is a great disadvantage to him to be 
 taken away from school, and of course he has a 
 fine contempt for female authority ; but that can't 
 be helped. He is delicate, though I dare say you 
 don't think he looks so ; and for this winter, at all 
 events, he must be taken care of.' 
 
 1 Well, if I were you, I shouldn't bother much 
 about lessons, and I should let him have plenty of 
 exercise and open air ; you may depend upon it 
 that that's what all boys want,' said Billy sapiently. 
 1 That and kicking — which perhaps he may get 
 later on. Dear me, if I hadn't been well kicked in 
 my boyhood, and if I hadn't been kept in pretty 
 hard condition all my life, a nice sort of ruffian I 
 should be at the present moment ! I ain't much 

 
 5 2 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 to boast of, as it is. That's the worst of having 
 been one's own father from the outset. One don't 
 mean any particular harm ; but one is almost bound 
 to make an ass of one's self. And the stupid part 
 of it is that, after one has learnt a thing or two 
 by experience, one isn't allowed to make a fresh 
 start.' 
 
 1 It's never too late to mend,' said Winifred. 
 ' Have you made a very great ass of yourself ?' 
 
 ' So I'm told. Oh yes, I have made a great ass 
 of myself, no doubt ; perhaps I ought to be thankful 
 that I have done no worse. Anyhow, as I was 
 saying, what's done can't be undone. Only I 
 think, if I had a son, or a younger brother, as you 
 have, I might be able to give him a few valuable 
 hints.' 
 
 'He wouldn't take them,' answered "Winifred, 
 smiling. ' Everybody has to earn his own ex- 
 perience, and everybody— every man, at least — 
 should know how to control his own destiny. It 
 doesn't follow that because you have been silly in 
 the past you must be silly in the future.'
 
 BILLY DOES THE STRAIGHT THING 53 
 
 ' Oh ! doesn't it, though ?' ejaculated the young 
 man ruefully. 
 
 But as soon as the words were out of his mouth 
 he felt ashamed of them. After all, it was a shabby 
 proceeding to vilify Blanche Littlewood by implica- 
 tion ; and if he repented of what had occurred in 
 days gone by, the least that he could do, as a 
 gentleman, was to keep his repentance to him- 
 self. 
 
 Moreover, this tall girl, with the soft brown eyes, 
 whose sympathies he was, for some reason or 
 other, so anxious to gain, would not be likely to 
 think any the better of him for putting forward 
 Adani's old, unworthy excuse. Therefore he rose, 
 thrust his hands into his pockets, gazed for a 
 moment or two towards the declining sun, and 
 then, facing about, proceeded, with the somewhat 
 disconcerting directness which was characteristic of 
 him, to the point which he had been intending all 
 this time to approach. 
 
 'Look here, Miss Forbes,' said he; ' I want to 
 ask you something. After I went away the other
 
 54 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 day, did Lady Ottery speak to you about me and 
 Mrs. Littlewood ?' 
 
 I Yes,' answered Winifred, who, though slightly 
 disconcerted, was less so than most people would 
 have been under the circumstances ; ' since you ask 
 me, she did.' 
 
 I I suspected as much. Well, it's always best to 
 start fair and have a clear understanding from the 
 first, don't you think so ? I mean, if you like 
 people, and want to be friends with them and all 
 that, you know. I shan't grumble if you say that 
 you don't care about being friends with me or seeing 
 much more of me ; but I want you to know that 
 Mrs. Littlewood has been abominably calumniated. 
 The long and the short of it is that she has been 
 rather imprudent, and that's what these old cats 
 never forgive. As for me, I'm glad to say that I'm 
 a friend of hers ; and anybody who thinks fit to 
 cut me because I'm a friend of hers is heartily 
 welcome to do so.' 
 
 It was hardly possible to help laughing at this 
 defiant assertion. The poor fellow could not have
 
 BILLY DOES THE STRAIGHT THING 55 
 
 betrayed himself more completely if he had stated 
 in the plainest of terms what he would have died 
 rather than reveal. But Winifred did not laugh ; 
 she only said : 
 
 ' Oh, I hope we shall be friends, Mr. Bellew. I 
 quite believe what you tell me ; and you certainly 
 won't be cut by me, unless mamma orders me to 
 cut you, which doesn't seem likely.' 
 
 Billy drew a long breath of relief. 
 
 ' Thanks ; I'm glad that's over !' he exclaimed. 
 ' I had to say it, because it was the straight thing 
 to do ; but it's a horrid subject, and we needn't 
 refer to it again, I hope.' 
 
 Winifred thought she knew enough of human 
 nature to feel tolerably certain that he would recur 
 to it ; but for the moment she was content to 
 discourse with him about Micky, and about riding, 
 and about the chances of sport which might be 
 obtainable within reach of Algiers, until Daisy 
 emerged from the house, having duly obtained her 
 invitation from Mrs. Nugent, and being likewise 
 provided with a cut-and-dried programme, which
 
 56 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 she at once submitted to Mr. Belle w for ap- 
 proval. 
 
 Could he, she asked, manage to make a long day 
 of it, and accompany them on an excursion to Cap 
 Caxine ? They could picnic in some woods that 
 she knew of, and Mr. and Mrs. Forbes could drive, 
 and the rest of the party could go on horseback. 
 And would the day after to-morrow suit him ? 
 
 Winifred noticed, though Daisy did not, a 
 momentary hesitation on Mr. Bellew's part, the 
 cause of which was not far to seek. Doubtless he 
 would have to obtain Mrs. Littlewood's permission 
 before absenting himself for a whole day. But 
 there was no ring of hesitation in his voice when 
 he replied that he should like it of all things. 
 Only he couldn't be absolutely sure of being free 
 until he reached home. Might he send up a note 
 in the morning? 
 
 Daisy having graciously acquiesced in this 
 arrangement, he presently took his leave; and 
 almost before he was out of hearing, the younger 
 of the two girls said emphatically to the elder :
 
 BILLY DOES THE STRAIGHT THINCx 57 
 
 ' Charming — quite charming ! The best-looking 
 man I have ever seen hi my life, and one of the 
 pleasantest. Winnie, my clear, I shall make it my 
 business to save that young man from himself — 
 and his friends. Why should you have a monopoly 
 of performing good deeds ? I will take Mr. Bellew 
 off your hands, and you shall see what I will make 
 of him.'
 
 CHAPTEK IV. 
 
 A LITTLE HOLIDAY. 
 
 It would be a happy thing for some of us if the 
 post came in only once a day, and all of us can 
 escape from our present state of constant bom- 
 bardment by the comparatively simple process of 
 betaking ourselves to North Africa. Even there, 
 however, the mail- steamer arrives every twenty- 
 four hours in these times, bringing with it the 
 usual and inevitable load of worry. On the morn- 
 ing after Mr. Bellew's visit to Le Bocage it 
 brought a pile of letters, packets and newspapers 
 to that destination for Mr. Forbes, a supply almost 
 equally large for his wife, and a single epistle 
 addressed to Winifred, who, as soon as she recog-
 
 A LITTLE HOLIDAY 59 
 
 nised the handwriting, put it into her pocket and 
 carried it out with her to her favourite retreat at 
 the end of the garden. Considering that it was a 
 love-letter, that was a very natural and ordinary 
 course to adopt ; yet she was not in quite so great 
 a hurry to open it as the recipients of love-letters 
 are commonly supposed and expected to be. The 
 truth was that she had been engaged to Edmund 
 Kirby for such a long time, and the prospect of the 
 engagement terminating in marriage was still so 
 remote, that the advent of his weekly account of 
 himself had ceased to be a particularly exciting 
 episode in her life. Moreover, his epistolary style 
 was apt to be a trifle dreary and diffuse, while it 
 not unfrequently happened that two-thirds of his 
 space was taken up with records of family bicker- 
 ings and dissensions which distressed Winifred, 
 and which she could do nothing to allay. 
 
 The present letter, when perused, proved to be 
 very much like a number of its predecessors. John 
 Kirby had been getting into trouble again. He 
 had turned up at Quarter Sessions in a state of
 
 6o BILLY BELLEW 
 
 shameful intoxication ; there had been great diffi- 
 culty about getting him home: the county news- 
 papers had said nasty things, and there was a talk 
 about removing his name from the Commission of 
 the Peace. Edmund had been summoned from 
 London by his mother, had tried the effect of 
 remonstrances, and had been as good as kicked 
 out of doors, with a request, delivered in the 
 presence of the servants, that he would betake 
 himself to the devil at his earliest convenience. 
 
 1 All this,' the writer continued, ' coming upon 
 me in the midst of my work (which it has, of 
 course, interrupted), has been terribly harassing 
 to me, and I miss your constant and ready sym- 
 pathy more than I can tell you. I cannot acquit 
 my mother of all blame in the matter ; nor can I 
 understand why her affection for John should lead 
 her to accuse me of undue harshness in my conduct 
 towards him. I think that he disgraces his position, 
 and I should be dishonest if I did not tell him so ; 
 but things have come to such a pass now that I am 
 afraid I shall not be able to tell him that or any-
 
 A LITTLE HOLIDAY 61 
 
 thing else for the future. He has to all intents 
 and purposes warned me off the premises, and, 
 were it not for the hope of seeing you, I doubt 
 whether I should ever care to revisit Shropshire.' 
 
 Winifred Forbes had been betrothed to this 
 country neighbour of hers at a very early age. 
 The proposed match was not a brilliant one ; for 
 Edmund Kir by was only a struggling barrister ; 
 and the family property, which was now in the 
 possession of his elder brother, a hard -riding, 
 hard-drinking squire, did not produce a sufficient 
 annual rent-roll to leave much margin for the 
 support of younger sons ; but Mrs. Forbes had 
 given her sanction — partly because Winnie was no 
 beauty, and partly because she was so useful at 
 home. Beggars mustn't be choosers, Mrs. Forbes 
 may have thought ; and she may also have been 
 reluctant to part with one who took nearly all the 
 small burdens of daily life off her hands. For the 
 rest, "Winnie did not contemplate or desire imme- 
 diate matrimony. Her sister was wont to aver 
 that she would never have accepted Edmund Kirby
 
 62 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 if he had not been so ugly and so unlucky ; and 
 her sister ought to have known, if anybody did, 
 what constituted the most urgent claims upon 
 Winnie's regard. 
 
 Perhaps it was because she herself possessed 
 neither of the above-mentioned claims that she 
 was received with a touch of unusual asperity 
 when she came tripping lightheartedly across the 
 garden to announce that it was all right, and that 
 Mr. Bellew would join their party on the morrow. 
 
 ' I am not so sure that that makes it all right,' 
 Winnie said. ' It won't be all right if you set to 
 work to^make a fool of the man. And I am afraid 
 that is the notion that you have in your mind.' 
 
 'The notion that I have in my mind,' returned 
 Daisy composedly, ' is that some people, including 
 your friend Mr. Bellew, do not require to be made 
 into what they already are. Another humble 
 notion of mine is that you have heard from 
 Edmund Kirby, and that his letter has upset your 
 little temper. Why be so easily upset ? If I had 
 an Edmund Kirby — but, Heaven be praised, I
 
 A LITTLE HOLIDAY 63 
 
 haven't ! — he wouldn't contrive to upset rue, so 
 long as we were separated by all these miles of 
 land and water. Let us enjoy ourselves while we 
 can, and make the most of the few good things 
 that come in our way. I propose to enjoy my ride 
 to-morrow, and I don't see any reason at all why 
 you shouldn't enjoy yours. It won't be wildly 
 exciting for you, I admit ; but surely it will be a 
 shade better than sitting at home and teaching 
 Micky.' 
 
 Different people have different ideas of enjoy- 
 ment, and Winifred, with the light of past 
 experience before her eyes, did not anticipate a 
 particularly delightful day. Nevertheless, in view 
 of existing complications, there seemed little fear 
 that Mr. Bellew would prove a source of danger to 
 her sister's happiness ; and this, it subsequently 
 appeared, was likewise the opinion entertained by 
 Mrs. Forbes, who remarked : 
 
 1 He is really a very gentlemanlike young man — 
 besides having plenty of money, I am told. Of 
 course, if he were what Lady Ottery led us to
 
 64 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 suppose that he was, it would never do to allow 
 him to become intimate with Daisy ; but, from all 
 I hear, I should think he could easily shake off 
 that disreputable woman if he wanted to do so ; 
 and, under all the circumstances, I can't see any 
 imprudence in our making friends with him.' 
 
 It may, at all events, be truthfully asserted on 
 Billy's behalf that he was innocent of the faintest 
 wish or intention to flirt with Miss Daisy Forbes. 
 He did not even wish to ride beside her all day, 
 and he was rather disappointed when, after present- 
 ing himself punctually at the appointed hour on 
 the ensuing morning, he found that that was what 
 he would have to do. He would have preferred 
 assuming charge of the boy, whose seat and hands 
 required correction ; and he would infinitely have 
 preferred a quiet chat with Winifred, who chose to 
 canter on ahead and take her brother with her. 
 One can't, however, expect to get one's own way 
 invariably, and Billy was nothing if not good- 
 natured, and the day was still young, and there 
 was no denying that Miss Daisy was both pretty
 
 A LITTLE HOLIDAY 65 
 
 and attractive. So the simple hero of this simple 
 tale submitted without any great reluctance to his 
 fate, while his companion employed, successfully 
 enough, the arts of an expert to fascinate him. 
 
 She suggested that there was no occasion for 
 them to hurry themselves. The dust raised by the 
 carriage in which Mr. and Mrs. Forbes were seated, 
 the former reading a newspaper, and the latter 
 apparently dropping off to sleep beneath a huge 
 white sunshade, might as well be allowed to settle 
 down again before they followed in its track ; 
 cantering along the highroad was good neither for 
 man nor beast, and if Micky would insist upon 
 cantering, he must be left to canter alone. 
 
 ' Only he isn't alone,' Billy observed. 'It's 
 rather hard lines on your sister that she should 
 be obliged to pound along at such a pace in this 
 heat.' 
 
 1 Oh, she likes it,' answered Daisy ; ' some people 
 take a positive pleasure in doing things which 
 everybody else hates, and Winnie is one of them. 
 Don't distress yourself about her ; I will take it 
 
 vol. 1. 5
 
 66 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 upon myself to assure you that she isn't pining for 
 your society or for mine.' 
 
 It was after that vicariously administered snub 
 that Billy accepted his destiny — which, as has been 
 said, was not such a very objectionable one, after 
 all. The weather was brilliant, the scene was 
 lovely and summer-like (for Algeria is a green 
 country in winter, only turning brown and melan- 
 choly towards the end of the long hot season, when 
 all the land is thirsting for ram), he was out for a 
 holiday, he had purchased a good little horse, and 
 he would indeed have been hard to please if he had 
 quarrelled with his company. 
 
 As a matter of fact, he neither quarrelled with it 
 nor appreciated it quite as highly as many men 
 might have done. He thought Miss Daisy Forbes 
 a very nice little girl ; but he was not conscious of 
 any inclination to fall in love with her; and her 
 well-directed shots failed, somehow or other, to hit 
 the bull's-eye. Billy, in short, was good-temperedly 
 resigned, without being in the least enthusiastic or 
 grateful — which showed that there must be some-
 
 A LITTLE HOLIDAY 67 
 
 thing altogether abnormal about his condition of 
 mind. Daisy, piqued by an indifference to which 
 she was unaccustomed, did her very best to discover 
 what was the matter with him, but did not succeed. 
 He declined to be drawn by references to Mrs. 
 Littlewood ; more than once he responded with 
 total irrelevance to the questions addressed to him ; 
 he really seemed, or affected to be, more interested 
 in Micky's horsemanship, which he was watching 
 from afar, than in nearer and worthier subjects of 
 study. From this it resulted that a long tete-a-tete 
 ride over hill and dale, past the palm-crowned 
 headland of the Bouzare'ah and across the stretches 
 of rough, uncultivated country, whence wide views 
 of sea and plain and mountain were obtainable, 
 conveyed an impression of lazy satisfaction to one 
 of the equestrians, while it afflicted the other with 
 a sense of lively irritation. When at length the 
 shade of the pine-forest, under which it had been 
 decided to halt for refreshments, was reached, Mr. 
 Bellew (if he had only known it) was being inwardly 
 stigmatized by the lady whom he had escorted so
 
 68 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 far on her way as a downright donkey ; and this 
 unflattering opinion of hers was confirmed hy the 
 alacrity with which he hastened to help Winnie to 
 unpack the luncheon-basket. As if Winnie and 
 the picturesque nondescript Arab servant who had 
 been engaged to perform the functions of butler, 
 footman and valet could not have accomplished 
 that between them, without assistance ! Such 
 conduct was equivalent to a direct challenge ; and 
 Daisy, little though she might covet the admiration 
 of a downright donkey, felt bound in honour to 
 subjugate him. 
 
 He had no sort of suspicion of her designs or of 
 his own peril. Presently he seated himself upon 
 the ground between Winnie and Micky, and, while 
 he was eating chicken pie and drinking champagne, 
 addressed his remarks chiefly to the boy, who 
 listened to them with proper deference. Micky 
 knew enough about riding to know that he was 
 only a beginner and that Mr. Bellew was a finished 
 artist ; he saw the point of counsels which more 
 advanced performers are only too apt to treat with
 
 A LITTLE HOLIDAY 69 
 
 contempt, and he expressed his willingness to take 
 a day's schooling whenever his Mentor could spare 
 time to bestow that favour upon him. 
 
 'Between you and me/ he said confidentially, 
 1 you had better come up in the morning ; because 
 then you'll get me fresh, don't you see ? In the 
 afternoon I'm so stupefied by lessons that I ain't 
 fit to jump over a stick. You might just represent 
 that to Winnie when you get a chance.' 
 
 Winnie did not overhear this astute bid for a 
 whole holiday, because she was giving all her 
 attention to her father, who was holding forth 
 upon the ineptitude of the French nation as 
 colonists, and who was prone to attacks of irri- 
 tability when (as sometimes happened daring the 
 absence of his elder daughter) nobody took the 
 slightest notice of his harangues. 
 
 'These people,' he was saying, 'have flung 
 millions into a country which used to be the 
 granary of Eome, and they will never see their 
 money, or the value of it, back. The Spaniards, 
 the Maltese and the Mahonnais are reaping the
 
 70 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 reward of the blood and treasure that they have 
 expended, and they have nothing to show, except 
 a few laurel-wreaths, which might have been won 
 quite as well in a desert. Why maintain an army 
 and make roads and railways for the benefit of 
 aliens? The Eomans did not go to work after 
 that fashion; nor should we if Algeria were one 
 of our possessions.' 
 
 So the good man prosed on ; and it was all quite 
 true, and it didn't in the least signify; and the 
 wind sighed through the pine branches, and Mrs. 
 Forbes closed her eyes, and Daisy, growing im- 
 patient, remarked in a loud voice that, if they were 
 to get to Cap Caxine and home before dark, they 
 ought to be moving. 
 
 It was Winifred who managed the executive 
 department of the Forbes household, and Daisy 
 who ruled supreme over it. The banquet and the 
 period of repose which might have been allowed to 
 follow it were curtailed in obedience to the latter's 
 command; the sober revellers rose to their feet, 
 the horses w T ere released from the trees to which
 
 A LITTLE HOLIDAY 71 
 
 they had been secured, and then it was that 
 Billy found an opportunity of addressing Miss 
 Forbes. 
 
 'You aren't fond of riding,' said he in an 
 affirmative rather than in an interrogative tone, 
 while he was tightening her girths for her. 
 
 1 How do you know that ?' she asked, with some 
 surprise. 
 
 ' Oh, one can generally tell. Of course I can see 
 that you have been accustomed to ride a good 
 deal ; but you haven't done it because you liked it. 
 Your sister informed me just now that you liked 
 doing things which everybody else hated. I suppose 
 what she meant was, that you like doing things 
 which other people like, because you want to please 
 them. Yes ; I should say that that was you all 
 over.' 
 
 The compliment was perhaps a trifle clumsy and 
 commonplace, but she might have excused it in 
 consideration of the speaker's evident sincerity. 
 Probably she herself would have been puzzled to 
 explain why it had the effect of provoking her ; but
 
 72 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 provoked she was, and her rejoinder was barely 
 civil. 
 
 'Please don't try to make me out a saint and 
 martyr,' she said. ' I assure you I am not at all 
 that sort of person. It is true that I don't parti- 
 cularly care about riding ; still, I always enjoy a 
 ride with Micky — that is, provided that other people 
 don't join in and interrupt us.' 
 
 'Well, that's straight enough, at all events,' 
 Billy observed, looking a little glum. ' I was 
 going to suggest a change of partners this after- 
 noon ; but I won't make such an unwelcome 
 suggestion now.' 
 
 He would have wasted his breath if he had made 
 it, and Winifred was well aware of that fact, though 
 he might possibly be ignorant thereof. To imagine 
 that Daisy would put up with her brother's com- 
 panionship when a more or less interesting young 
 man was within reach was indeed to display a 
 surprising lack of knowledge of the ways of girls in 
 general, and of Miss Daisy Forbes in particular. 
 Still, it was nice of him to be so innocent, and it
 
 A LITTLE HOLIDAY 73 
 
 was satisfactory to note that he had so far escaped 
 unharmed from the shafts which had doubtless 
 been aimed at his heart. AYinnie would have gone 
 the length of admitting that she had no personal 
 objection to a change of partners, if Daisy had not 
 stepped up to claim her prey before anything more 
 could be said. As it was, Mr. Bellew was dismissed 
 with a strong impression upon his mind that he 
 had been metaphorically kicked, which was really 
 rather a pity. 
 
 There are, of course, male as well as female 
 flirts ; and although the former may be — as they 
 certainly are — infinitely less skilful and cool-headed 
 than the latter, they are not unfrequently actuated 
 in their behaviour by precisely similar motives. If 
 Billy Bellew was unacquainted with the art of 
 flirtation, and had never taken the slightest pains 
 to familiarise himself with it, he was none the less 
 capable of meeting an accommodating siren half- 
 way. Only he was honestly unaware that his 
 altered demeanour towards Miss Daisy, as they 
 rode at a foot's pace down the steep hillside
 
 74 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 together, was due to any .mortification on his part 
 at having been disdainfully treated by her sister. 
 He was not in love with either of them ; if he was 
 in love at all, he was in love with Blanche Little- 
 wood ; and he had no thought of being false to that 
 absent lady when his eyes encountered those of his 
 neighbour, as they did more than once during the 
 course of that downward ride. 
 
 Yet Daisy, who was an adept, and who ought 
 not to have been easily deceived, congratulated 
 herself upon having practically won the little game 
 that she was playing long before she and her 
 attendant cavalier reached Cap Caxine. By the 
 time that they arrived at the wind-swept promon- 
 tory, with its slim white lighthouse, where the 
 carriage and the other two riders were waiting 
 for them, she had heard as much as she wanted 
 to hear about him, and had told him as much 
 about herself as she deemed it advisable to tell. 
 She was confident that she had in a certain sense 
 fascinated him, and she perceived that some 
 exercise of tact and diplomacy would be required
 
 A LITTLE HOLIDAY 75 
 
 in order to complete her conquest. That was 
 entirely satisfactory, because facile victories are 
 not exciting, and a little mild excitement was just 
 what she wanted to keep her spirits up during the 
 term of her compulsory exile. 
 
 ' We have been here more than half an hour ; 
 we thought something must have happened to 
 you,' said Mr. Forbes, rather crossly. ' Winnie, 
 my dear, you had better ride on as fast as you 
 can with Michael. He ought not to be exposed 
 to the risk of catching a chill at sunset; and 
 indeed I should have preferred to avoid that risk 
 myself, had it been possible.' 
 
 Winnie obeyed orders without so much as 
 glancing at the new-comers, and the carriage also 
 was presently set in motion once more. But Daisy, 
 not being afraid of chills, was in no such hurry to 
 get home. She asked Mr. Bellew whether he was 
 in a hurry, and he was obliged to answer that he 
 was not ; although he had reasons of his own for 
 doubting the wisdom of turning up at Colonel 
 Littlewood's villa too late for dinner. Accordingly,
 
 76 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 they proceeded at a leisurely pace along the road 
 which skirts the coast, past the Pointe Peseade, 
 through the suburb of Saint Eugene, and so to 
 the Bab-el-Oued, or western gate of Algiers. It 
 was a distance of about six miles, and Arab horses 
 are not good walkers. The sun had clipped beyond 
 the purple rim of the Mediterranean, the brief twi- 
 light had deepened into night and the stars were 
 shining overhead, before this belated couple emerged 
 upon the eastern side of the town and cantered 
 up the hill towards Mustapha Superieur. Naturally, 
 it was incumbent upon Mr. Bellew to see his fellow- 
 excursionist safely home ; and although, after 
 taking leave of her, he galloped down to the Hotel 
 d'Orient with scant regard for his horse's legs or 
 his personal safety, he could not begin to dress 
 until twenty minutes after the hour at which Mrs. 
 Littlewood was wont to dine. 
 
 This was, to say the least of it, unfortunate. So 
 much so, in fact, that the prospect of coming 
 trouble robbed him of any pleasure that he might 
 otherwise have derived from the memory of a
 
 A LITTLE HOLIDAY 77 
 
 delightful conversation. Daisy Forbes was charm- 
 ing beyond a doubt; but he could have forgiven 
 her if she had charmed him with a trifle less of 
 prolixity.
 
 CHAPTER Y. 
 
 MRS. LITTLE WOOD TAKES THE FIELD. 
 
 Mrs. Littlewood, unfortunately, was a somewhat 
 exacting lady. She had, it is true, granted Billy a 
 whole day's leave of absence, upon the understand- 
 ing that he should dine with her, on his return, 
 and give a full account of himself ; but such con- 
 cessions were very seldom made by her, nor, it may 
 safely be assumed, would she have made this one 
 if she had not hoped to gain some personal profit 
 thereby. As a matter of fact, she wanted to know 
 Mrs. Forbes, and counted upon obtaining, through 
 Billy, an introduction to that lady. She wanted to 
 know everybody in Algiers who, as she herself 
 would have phrased it, was ' worth knowing.' With
 
 MRS. LITTLEWOOD TAKES THE FIELD 79 
 
 the inconsistency characteristic of her sex, she 
 delighted in snapping her fingers at Mrs. Grundy, 
 but grew uneasy the moment that Mrs. Grundy's 
 respectable back was turned upon her. Her wish 
 was to run with the hare and hunt with the hounds, 
 and she was as angry as ladies always are when- 
 ever it was demonstrated to her that this cannot be 
 done. Now, she had that very day been made 
 the recipient of a most unqualified and unmistak- 
 able snub from Lady Ottery; so that she had 
 returned from the garden-party where the snub 
 had been administered in a thoroughly bad temper, 
 which naturally had not been improved by Billy's 
 failure to put in an appearance at the dinner-hour. 
 
 Her breathless slave hurried into the dining- 
 room just as the sweets were being removed, and 
 was joyously greeted by Colonel Little wood, who 
 up to that moment had been having rather a 
 rough time of it. 
 
 ' Hullo, old man !' called out the genial Colonel ; 
 1 better late than never ! I've told 'em to keep 
 everything hot for you, and you shall have some
 
 So BILLY BELLEW 
 
 soup in half a jiffy. Took you a bit longer to escort 
 those young women round a twenty-mile radius 
 than you bargained for, eh ?' 
 
 Mrs. Little wood said nothing, but looked pained 
 and resigned. How well he knew that look ! and 
 how he had learned to dread it ! Probably it was 
 a mistake on her part to employ that method so 
 frequently; but her mistakes, like her successes, 
 were those of her sex. Long use and wont had 
 taught Billy that she would not and could not be 
 pacified without a scene ; so he ate his dinner as 
 quickly as he could and talked to the Colonel, who 
 drank while he was eating, and he did not make 
 matters worse by excessive apologies. After dinner 
 the Colonel lit a cigar and made himself comfort- 
 able in an armchair, while the younger man rose 
 and followed Mrs. Little wood. Such was the 
 established custom in that household, where, to be 
 sure, cigars were not forbidden in the drawing- 
 room, and where every guest was requested to do 
 just as he pleased. 
 
 Much as Billy Bellew hated his host, he would
 
 MRS. LITTLE WOOD TAKES THE FIELD 81 
 
 just then have been better pleased with his host's 
 company than with that of his hostess ; but it was 
 useless to attempt shirking the inevitable, and the 
 inevitable overtook him without loss of time. He 
 listened, with bent and submissive head, to a recital 
 of grievances, every one of which was only too 
 familiar to him ; he made no effort to defend 
 himself against the absurd accusations and re- 
 proaches with which he was assailed ; he admitted 
 that he had been enjoying himself, that the Misses 
 Forbes were pretty girls, and even that he hoped to 
 see more of them. That was the worst of Billy : 
 you couldn't exasperate him, nor could you by any 
 means induce him to return railing for railing. 
 Mrs. Littlewood, who was not devoid of a certain 
 intermittent sense of humour, ended by laughing 
 through her tears, and exclaiming : 
 
 1 Oh, well, if you won't quarrel, I suppose there is 
 nothing for it but to make friends ; although I do 
 think that you might have been a little more 
 considerate. You knew what horrors I should 
 have to go through at Mrs. Eyland's garden-party ; 
 
 vol. i. 6
 
 82 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 you knew I should come home in wretched spirits, 
 and the least you could have done would have been 
 to spare me the additional misery of a domestic 
 meal with Alfred, who, as you can see for your- 
 self, is in his usual condition at this hour of the 
 day.' 
 
 'I made as much haste as I could,' Billy 
 declared. ' I'm awfully sorry I couldn't get back 
 sooner ; but I really didn't know that you were 
 likely to meet with any — er — annoyance at Mrs. 
 Eyland's party. I thought you were rather looking 
 forward to it/ 
 
 'Looking forward to it! As if I ever looked 
 forward nowadays to meeting a heap of strangers, 
 who have heard all about me— and all about you ! 
 Isn't it always the same old story? They are 
 ready to welcome you ; but they take very good 
 care not to welcome me. Your friend Lady Ottery 
 was all but insulting when I was introduced to her 
 this afternoon.' 
 
 1 I'm awfully sorry,' murmured Billy, not know- 
 ing what else to say.
 
 MRS. LITTLEWOOD TAKES THE FIELD 83 
 
 1 Oh, I don't suppose you are particularly sorry ; 
 it makes no difference to you whether I am received 
 or cut. But I am not going to give in. I have 
 done nothing wrong, and I won't submit to be 
 treated as if I had.' 
 
 ' Oh no, I wouldn't,' assented Billy rather feebly. 
 ' Why should you, you know ?' 
 
 Mrs. Littlewood laughed again. This long-legged 
 admirer of hers really was rather funny at times — 
 especially when he did not intend to be so. By 
 degrees she recovered her good humour and made 
 her wishes known to him. He was to speak well 
 of her to Mrs. Forbes ; he was to enlist Mrs. 
 Forbes' s sympathies on her behalf and to pave the 
 way for an acquaintance ; he was to dine with Mrs. 
 Byland, whom he did not know, but who had 
 known the speaker from childhood and had stood 
 by her through thick and thin ; furthermore, he 
 was to signify to all whom it might concern that 
 Mrs. Littlewood's friends were his friends, while 
 her enemies were his enemies. 
 
 'It isn't that I care two straws what these
 
 84 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 people think about me,' Mrs. Littlewood explained ; 
 1 only I don't choose to live in a desert, or to be 
 shunned like a leper.' 
 
 A very simple method of avoiding so undesirable 
 a state of things was open to her ; but it was not 
 for him to suggest its adoption. Upon the whole, 
 he was only too thankful that indignation against 
 Lady Ottery had diverted her mind from the jealous 
 misgivings to which she had given expression at 
 the beginning of their interview. He had half 
 expected to be forbidden to hold any further inter- 
 course with the Forbes family, so that it was a 
 relief to find that, on the contrary, he was positively 
 ordered to cultivate friendly relations with them. 
 Whether his efforts would produce the result aimed 
 at was another question. He could not feel very 
 sanguine, having met with many previous dis- 
 appointments in similar enterprises. 
 
 The conversation drifted into other channels, and 
 was kept up, after a desultory fashion, for the best 
 part of an hour, during which time no interruption 
 was made by Colonel Littlewood, who, presumably,
 
 MRS. LITTLEWOOD TAKES THE FIELD 85 
 
 was snoring in the adjoining room. It was an 
 evening like a hundred others which had preceded 
 it, and because it was like them it was more than a 
 trifle wearisome. Billy knew that he was looking 
 bored ; he was ashamed of himself for looking so, 
 and still more ashamed of feeling so, but he 
 couldn't help it. He could not think of anything 
 new to say ; everything that could be said had 
 long ago been said and repeated again and again. 
 No wonder there were frequent pauses, and no 
 wonder Mrs. Littlewood rose at length, yawning 
 undisguisedly, with the remark : 
 
 1 You are preternaturally dull to-night ; hadn't 
 you better go home to bed ? If you are quick and 
 cautious you may make your escape before Alfred 
 wakes and comes to remind you that it is whisky- 
 and-soda time.' 
 
 He offered no protest. There had been a time 
 when he would have protested, but he had forgotten 
 it, although she had not. On the other hand, 
 there had never been a time when he had not 
 loathed the nocturnal confidences of Colonel Little-
 
 86 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 wood, who was apt to become even more offensive 
 and expansive than usual between eleven o'clock 
 and midnight. So he said good-night and stole 
 softly out of the house into that scented darkness 
 which belongs to the paradise of flowering shrubs. 
 He ought to have been safe from pursuit, and he 
 probably would have been safe, if he had not 
 played this game once or twice before, and if 
 Colonel Littlewood had not been rather particularly 
 anxious to have a few words with him. As it was, 
 that hospitable personage caught him up before he 
 reached the garden-gate and begged him to come 
 back and 'have a drink,' adding that it really 
 wasn't anything like late enough to turn in yet. 
 
 Billy excused himself upon the plea of fatigue ; 
 whereupon Colonel Littlewood rejoined, with a 
 sigh: 
 
 ' Well, you're a lucky chap to be able to tire 
 yourself — I wish I could get a good gallop, I know ; 
 but, dash it all ! I can't afford a horse — can't even 
 afford to hire one for the day. Between you and 
 me, I don't see how I'm going to afford to live at
 
 MRS. LITTLEWOOD TAKES THE FIELD 87 
 
 all in a place like this. Devilish expensive all 
 round, it seems to me — rent, servants, food, every 
 blessed thing ! Upon my life, it's too bad that 
 one's income shouldn't go as far in Africa as it does 
 in London !' 
 
 Billy felt very much inclined to expedite matters 
 by asking bluntly, ' How much do you want ?' 
 But, as Billy could not find it in his heart to be 
 downright brutal, even to the man whom he 
 disliked more than any other human being, he 
 resisted the inclination and listened as patiently as 
 he could to a series of more or less relevant state- 
 ments, the upshot of which was to increase Colonel 
 Littlewood's indebtedness to him by the sum of two 
 hundred pounds. He walked down the hill 
 dispirited and dissatisfied, not because he had 
 thrown away another couple of hundreds (for he 
 never troubled himself much about money, and 
 had no need to do so), but because he was begin- 
 ning to feel that his present position was almost 
 intolerable. 
 
 'When you come to think of it,' said he, ad-
 
 88 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 dressing the stars, ' the old women aren't so very 
 far wrong, after all. They may tell lies, and one 
 may be in an infernal rage with them ; but if they 
 knew that that fellow was borrowing of me just as 
 often as he chose — well, one couldn't exactly blame 
 them for drawing their own conclusions. I wonder 
 whether Blanche knows ? But of course she can't 
 —eh?' 
 
 The stars winked, but returned no audible 
 answer; and about an hour later the deep sleep 
 of youth and health had released Billy Bellew from 
 half- formed misgivings. 
 
 Misgivings of another and a more definite nature 
 awaited his awakening. It had been all very well 
 to rejoice that his budding intimacy with the Forbes 
 family had not been nipped by the frost of Mrs. 
 Littlewood's disapproval ; but what hope was there 
 that people of that sort would ever consent to 
 associate with a lady whose reputation was not 
 wholly untarnished? Miss Forbes might perhaps 
 be open to representations and above commonplace 
 prejudices; but her father and mother evidently
 
 MRS. LITTLEWOOD TAKES THE FIELD 89 
 
 belonged to the most exclusive and respectable 
 section of the entire community. In the highest 
 circles leniency may be looked for with a certain 
 degree of confidence, but not in the ranks of the 
 country gentry. He knew this because he was 
 pretty well acquainted with both classes. 
 
 However, he could but try ; and during that day 
 and the three or four which followed it he did try 
 his best. His promise of giving some instruction 
 to Micky afforded him an excuse for riding up to 
 Le Bocage ; and, as he was informed on the first 
 day that the boy had caught a slight cold, nothing 
 could be more proper or natural than that he 
 should return on the morrow and the ensuing day 
 to make inquiries. Each time he was received by 
 Mrs. Forbes and Daisy, but was not privileged to 
 see Winifred, who, he presumed, was engaged with 
 her brother. This was something of a disappoint- 
 ment to him ; although, to be sure, his immediate 
 business was rather with Mrs. Forbes than with 
 her eldest daughter. The moment that he thought 
 he saw an opportunity, he broached the delicate
 
 90 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 subject as skilfully as he could, and was imme- 
 diately made to perceive that he had better drop 
 it. All Mrs. Forbes's urbanity and affability dis- 
 appeared at the mention of Mrs. Littlewood's name, 
 and she said, with marked coldness : 
 
 ' Oh yes, I have heard of her. We have not met 
 her, and there is no likelihood of our doing so, 
 because we don't go out much here — except, of 
 course, among our friends.' 
 
 * I think you will meet her at Mrs. Ey land's,' 
 observed Billy. ' You are going to dine with her, 
 aren't you ?' 
 
 * With Mrs. Eyland ? Yes, I believe we are ; 
 
 but I hope Perhaps we shall have the 
 
 pleasure of meeting you there ? So glad ! What 
 wonderfully beautiful weather we have been having 
 lately, have we not ?' 
 
 There was nothing more to be said, and Mr. 
 Bellew said no more. Failure was certain, and 
 already he foresaw that Mrs. Forbes would soon 
 be added to the list of those enemies whom it had 
 been enjoined upon him that he must count as his
 
 MRS. LITTLE WOOD TAKES THE FIELD 91 
 
 own. Meanwhile there was nothing inimical about 
 the demeanour of Miss Daisy, who, on the conclu- 
 sion of his visit, picked up a sunshade and stepped 
 out into the garden with him to see him mount his 
 horse. She, at all events, did not contemplate any 
 severing of their friendly relations ; for she had 
 several little schemes for passing away the time 
 to propose to him, and she actually had the 
 audacity to suggest that, if her mother could not 
 act as chaperon on all the excursions which she 
 had in mind, Mrs. Little wood might do so. 
 
 1 Personally,' observed the girl, laughing, ■ I don't 
 feel so terribly alarmed at Mrs. Little wood ; and 
 mamma wouldn't have shied at her in that violent 
 way if you hadn't looked as if you anticipated it. 
 Don't do it again ; you would only make a worse 
 mess of it. You had far better trust to Mrs. Eyland, 
 who is a woman, and who knows how to manage 
 other women.' 
 
 The advice was probably sound ; but it was 
 hardly the sort of advice which one would have 
 expected to receive from a simple, country-bred
 
 92 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 girl. Her sister, Billy felt convinced, would have 
 spoken differently. He was not quite sure that he 
 liked Miss Daisy, pretty and entertaining though 
 she was. ' She's a bit too much in the foreground,' 
 he soliloquized, ' and the other one is a bit too 
 much in the background. I wish the other one 
 would come to that By land woman's feed instead 
 of her.' 
 
 Mrs. Eyland must have intimated a similar wish, 
 or else Daisy, who was not fond of dinner-parties, 
 must have cried off at the last moment ; for when 
 Billy, with as near an approach to trepidation as 
 his admirable nervous system was capable of, 
 arrived upon what seemed only too likely to prove 
 a field of battle, he found Winifred Forbes standing 
 beside his hostess near the doorway. The room — 
 a long, narrow Moorish apartment, dimly lighted 
 by hanging lamps — seemed to be tolerably well 
 filled with guests ; in the background could be 
 discerned Lady Ottery, seated upon a divan; and 
 next to Lady Ottery sat Mrs. Forbes, who wore an 
 expression of armed neutrality; and beyond Mrs.
 
 MRS. LITTLEWOOD TAKES THE FIELD 93 
 
 Forbes sat Blanche Littlewood, in her powder, her 
 paint and her diamonds. The introduction had 
 taken place, then ! Yes, it must certainly have 
 taken place, for Blanche was talking volubly to 
 Mrs. Forbes, who was talking to Lady Ottery, who 
 seemed to be blandly unconscious that there was 
 anybody else in the immediate neighbourhood. 
 The little tableau thus formed by the three ladies 
 on the sofa was somewhat comic, and Billy, whom 
 it suddenly struck in that light, could not repress 
 an abrupt chuckle ; but his feeling, upon the whole 
 was much more one of relief than of amusement. 
 
 'It doesn't look over and above promising,' he 
 reflected ; ' but at least there hasn't been an actual 
 row.' 
 
 Mrs. Ryland, a tall, dark-haired, determined- 
 looking woman, shook him by the hand, and said, 
 in a rather louder voice than seemed absolutely 
 necessary, that she was very glad to make his 
 acquaintance, having heard so much of him from 
 her old friend Mrs. Littlewood. Mrs. Ryland, who 
 was well born, who had married a rich manufacturer,
 
 94 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 and who entertained a good deal both in London 
 and in the country, perhaps felt powerful enough 
 to champion her former school companion. She 
 had always tried to do what she could for Blanche, 
 not believing that there was any real harm in the 
 woman, and she was trying to do what she could 
 for her now — with mediocre success, it was to be 
 feared. At any rate, she knew better than to send 
 Mrs. Littlewood into the dining-room with Mr. 
 Bellew, who was requested to take charge of Miss 
 Forbes, and to whom this request did not appear to 
 be unwelcome. 
 
 ' Well, and how is Micky ?' he asked, as they took 
 their places. 
 
 ' Ever so much better, thanks,' answered Wini- 
 fred; 'and quite ready to take a riding lesson 
 whenever you can make it convenient to call for 
 him. He begged me to mention that to you, with 
 his respects.' 
 
 1 1 have called lots of times, without getting a 
 glimpse of either him or you,' remarked Billy 
 somewhat reproachfully.
 
 MRS. LITTLEWOOD TAKES THE FIELD 95 
 
 'Yes, I know; I was sorry; but it couldn't be 
 helped. I didn't want him to tire himself before 
 he was quite well again, and if I hadn't kept guard 
 over him all the time that you were in the house, 
 he would have made his escape. He would have 
 managed to get leave from my father or from my 
 mother, and of course you wouldn't have seen any 
 reason why he shouldn't ride. He looks stronger 
 than he is, and feels stronger, too, which is un- 
 fortunate in some ways.' 
 
 1 Oh, he'll be all right, don't you be afraid,' said 
 Billy encouragingly, responding rather to a ring of 
 anxiety in his neighbour's voice than to her actual 
 words. 
 
 'I hope he will; but he gave us all a terrible 
 fright before we left England. However, there's 
 no use in meeting trouble half-way. And you'll 
 take him for his promised ride some day soon, will 
 you?' 
 
 * Certainly I will,' answered Billy, adding, after 
 a momentary pause, ' that is, if I'm allowed.' 
 
 His eyes wandered as he spoke towards the other
 
 96 BILLY BELLEVV 
 
 end of the table, where Mrs. Littlewood was bring- 
 ing the influence of her charms to bear upon a 
 sprightly elderly gentleman. He thought it quite 
 upon the cards that an edict of prohibition might 
 be issued from that quarter; but not wishing to 
 betray his fears, he made haste to offer another 
 explanation of his remark. 
 
 ' You know what I told you that afternoon,' he 
 said hurriedly. * Well, now that your mother and 
 Mrs. Littlewood have met, don't you think your 
 mother may decline the honour of my future 
 acquaintance ?' 
 
 The inference was not precisely flattering to Mrs. 
 Littlewood, but Winifred forbore to smile. She 
 understood what he had not said ; she possessed, 
 indeed, the gift of understanding people before they 
 confided in her, and this, no doubt, it was which 
 led so many of them to tell her all their secrets. 
 Before dinner was over, Billy had as good as told 
 her (though not in words) all his, and had been 
 greatly comforted by her friendly sympathy. 
 Naturally, there were some things with which he
 
 MRS. LITTLEWOOD TAKES THE FIELD 97 
 
 could not expect her to sympathise ; but these 
 were passed over lightly, and she contrived to 
 convey to him the impression that she gave him 
 credit for being what in truth he was — a thoroughly 
 honest and chivalrous, if somewhat foolish, gentle- 
 man. Also she gave him to understand that he 
 had no need to feel alarmed lest the gates of 
 Le Bocage should be closed against him, and even 
 hinted at the possibility of their being thrown 
 open to admit Mrs. Littlewood. For gates are 
 not the same as doors, nor can moral contagion 
 be imparted through the medium of visiting-cards. 
 Mrs. Littlewood, Winifred presumed, would leave 
 cards, and, in due season her civility would be re- 
 turned, and she would probably be satisfied with 
 that measure of recognition. 
 
 In the meantime, Mrs. Littlewood appeared to be 
 very well pleased with such measure of recognition 
 as she was already receiving. Throughout the 
 evening she behaved wonderfully well, while the 
 Colonel behaved as well as he could. Billy, who 
 saw them into their carriage when they departed, 
 
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 98 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 but who, for once, did not accompany them home, 
 had much ado to restrain himself from thanking 
 them both. That would have been a very clumsy 
 thing to do ; but he thought he might be permitted 
 to thank Miss Forbes, even though he did not 
 specify the precise cause of his gratitude.
 
 CHAPTER VI. 
 
 MICKY RECEIVES AND GIVES INFORMATION. 
 
 An innocent and inexperienced male creature might 
 not unnaturally have expected that Mrs. Littlewood 
 would be only half pleased with the results of Mrs. 
 Eyland's efforts on her behalf; but the innocent 
 and inexperienced Billy placed such slight reliance 
 upon his own judgment in questions affecting the 
 opposite sex that he was hardly surprised, although 
 he was greatly relieved, when that lady expressed 
 herself altogether pleased. 
 
 1 1 was prepared for nothing less than a slap in 
 the face,' she remarked calmly; 'and, instead of 
 that, I have received several shakes of the hand. 
 In another week or two I shall be kissed. Not that
 
 ioo BILLY BELLEW 
 
 I am particularly ambitious of being kissed by your 
 friend Mrs. Forbes ; but I mean her to be very nice 
 and polite to me, and I'm sure she will now. By 
 the way, what made you say that her daughters 
 were pretty? Is the other a duplicate of that 
 lanky girl ?' 
 
 * Well, no ; I suppose most people would call the 
 younger daughter a good deal prettier,' answered 
 Billy ; ' but I like the one you saw much the best. 
 She's awfully jolly to talk to — no humbug or 
 nonsense about her, you know.' 
 
 A more diplomatic reply could not have been 
 made; and it is just possible that, for all his 
 guilelessness and truthfulness, Billy may have 
 been aware of that. Mrs. Little wood really could 
 not feel afraid of the lanky girl, and she thought 
 she knew Billy well enough to know that, if he had 
 entertained any penchant for the second Miss Forbes, 
 he would have betrayed it. No serious impediment, 
 therefore, was placed in the way of his fulfilling his 
 engagement to Micky ; and he rode up to Le 
 Bocage one fine morning, having given previous
 
 MICKY RECEIVES INFORMATION 101 
 
 notice of his intention by a note to Winifred, whom 
 he begged to excuse her pupil from lessons for an 
 hour or two. 
 
 He found his young friend waiting expectantly 
 at the door, booted and spurred, and holding the 
 long-tailed, ewe-necked barb which had been pur- 
 chased for him on the strong recommendation of a 
 local horse-dealer. Mrs. Forbes came down the 
 steps, shading her eyes with her left hand and 
 extending her right, while she smiled upon the 
 new-comer with an amiability which showed that 
 the sight of Mrs. Little wood had not deprived him 
 of her esteem. 
 
 'I won't ask you to come in,' she said. 'Daisy 
 has gone down to the town on a shopping expedition 
 with her friend Mrs. Nugent, and Winnie is very 
 busy, writing from her father's dictation. Mr. 
 Forbes has promised an article to the Modem 
 Review, which, he says, must be finished to-day 
 or to-morrow, and sometimes he suffers so much 
 from his eyes that he is obliged to employ an
 
 102 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 'For which, and all His mercies, the Lord's 
 name be praised !' observed Micky, as he climbed 
 into the saddle. 'You see, Mr. Bellew, there's 
 only one amanuensis in this house, and when her 
 services are requisitioned, other folks get a chance 
 to go out riding for the benefit of their health.' 
 
 The shapely head of the amanuensis could be 
 seen through one of the open windows, bending 
 over a writing-table ; from the background the 
 voice of the learned author could be heard mono- 
 tonously rising and falling: 'If we consider dis- 
 passionately the lessons which history has to teach 
 us upon this all-important point ; if we cast a 
 backward glance upon the consequences of demo- 
 cratic government, as evidenced in — Stop a moment ! 
 stop a moment ! Winnie, my love, you scribble at 
 such a headlong pace that you cause me to lose the 
 thread of my ideas, and thus much valuable time 
 is wasted. Please start again. If we consider ' 
 
 ' I don't think we'll consider any longer ; I think 
 we'll be off,' said Micky in an irreverent whisper. 
 ' Don't let us be guilty of wasting valuable time.'
 
 MICKY RECEIVES INFORMATION 103 
 
 So Billy had to move off in the sunshine, without 
 so much as a nod of greeting from the patient 
 scribe ; and it did seem to him uncommonly hard 
 that the patient scribe should be debarred from 
 enjoying the sunshine which ought to have been 
 everybody's property. He could not help saying 
 as much to Micky, who replied : 
 
 * Well, I dare say it is ; but, you see, Winnie 
 delights in doing odd jobs.' 
 
 1 It appears to me,' observed Mr. Bellew, with 
 something less than his usual good-humour, ' that 
 in your family you delight in giving her odd jobs 
 to do.' 
 
 The boy smiled and glanced sharply at the hand- 
 some young giant by his side. He had a queer, 
 shrewd, humorous little face, and his keen eyes took 
 note of many things which escaped the observation 
 of his elders. ' The same notion has sometimes 
 made its way into my own great mind,' he re- 
 marked. ' All the same, I don't see how it's to be 
 helped. Supposing you were driving a team of three 
 slugs and one willing one, what would you do ?'
 
 io4 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 1 Why, thrash the slugs, of course,' answered 
 Billy unhesitatingly. ' Only I should take jolly 
 good care not to distress a willing horse in that 
 way.' 
 
 Micky shook his head. ' You might distress a 
 horse ; you wouldn't distress Winnie,' said he. 
 1 She'll always do all the work. Some day, I 
 suppose, she'll be put into double harness, and she'll 
 do all the work then, and our work won't be done 
 at all.' 
 
 ' Unless you do it yourselves. And why shouldn't 
 you? What is your personal .line of work going 
 to be ? — soldier, sailor, tinker or tailor ?' 
 
 ' Soldier, I hope,' answered the boy ; ' only it 
 don't do to say much about it at present, because 
 I'm an only son, you know, and I ain't warranted 
 sound. What I should like would be a cavalry 
 regiment; men in good cavalry regiments always 
 have a fine time of it, don't they ?' 
 
 * I've known some fellows who liked the life, and 
 others who didn't,' said Billy. * It depends very 
 much upon where you may happen to be stationed,
 
 MICKY RECEIVES INFORMATION 105 
 
 I expect. So long as you're in England it ought 
 to be right enough ; I'm not so sure about India. 
 
 1 India would do me very well,' Micky declared ; 
 'I'd go there without being ordered, if I were 
 grown up and had lots of money. You have lots 
 of money, haven't you ?' he added, with a matter- 
 of-fact curiosity which was not in the least imper- 
 tinent. 
 
 'Oh dear no! — only just enough to be idle 
 upon,' answered the other. ' And that's a doubtful 
 blessing.' 
 
 'Well,' said Micky, 'if the governor will allow 
 me enough to be idle upon, I shall take a look 
 round the world, and the first place I shall make 
 for will be India. I want to see some pig-sticking.' 
 
 ' You'll have to learn how to ride before you can 
 play that game,' observed Billy ; ' and you'll never 
 ride while you hold your hands as high as you're 
 holding them now. Try to get into the habit of 
 keeping your elbows well pressed into your sides.' 
 
 Micky, who was neither conceited nor a fool, took 
 in excellent part the admonitions which Mr. Bellew
 
 106 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 addressed to him from time to time while they were 
 making their way down the steep descent towards 
 Mustapha Inferieur. Boys will submit to anything 
 from one whom they have once recognised as their 
 master, and Michael Forbes knew a fine horseman 
 when he saw him. Besides, Billy himself, so far 
 as manners and conversation went, was nothing 
 more than a big boy, which, as most of us can 
 remember, used once upon a time to mean a far 
 more important personage than a man. 
 
 So this couple proceeded, upon the best of terms, 
 on their downward course, making, through rock- 
 strewn lanes and byways, for the great brown 
 Champ de Manoeuvre, where military evolutions 
 are sometimes carried out, and where, once or 
 twice in the course of the year, race meetings are 
 held. It was Micky who had suggested this as 
 the most suitable place for a bit of schooling, alleg- 
 ing that there was no other safe galloping ground 
 within a day's journey. 
 
 ' So this is what they call a racecourse out here, 
 is it ?' was Billy's pensive remark on reaching
 
 MICKY RECEIVES INFORMATION 107 
 
 the bare, sun-baked expanse, across which clouds 
 of dust from the neighbouring high road were 
 drifting lazily. A charming prospect revealed it- 
 self to right and to left of him — the tall, feathery 
 palms of the Jardin d'Essai, the wide blue expanse 
 of the sea, the white town rising abruptly, like a 
 great marble pyramid, from the waves. But he 
 was not looking at these things ; his gaze was con- 
 centrated on the ground, and he murmured, 'I 
 don't know what you call safe; but if I had a horse 
 worth anything at all, I'd as soon race him over 
 paving stones as over that !' 
 
 1 Oh, well, I mean there ain't any holes or 
 boulders or scrub here, that's all,' Micky explained. 
 * Of course the racing is all skittles. They stick 
 up a few mignonette boxes when they have their 
 meetings, and play at steeplechasing. I wish they 
 had left a few of them up now !' he added regret- 
 fully. 
 
 Even without those aids to instruction, Billy was 
 able to form a pretty accurate estimate of his pupil's 
 proficiency. After a preliminary gallop, he put
 
 108 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 him through various manoeuvres, and ended by 
 telling him frankly that he had a good deal to learn 
 and not a little to forget. ■ And you must sit in 
 the right place. If a man doesn't sit in the right 
 place, he can't have good hands — mind that!' 
 
 He went on to formulate numerous other axioms 
 which, however, interesting to his limited audience, 
 might not prove equally so to the larger and more 
 mixed one addressed by his humble biographer, 
 and concluded his lecture by saying suddenly : 
 ' Now you get on to my horse and try what you 
 can do with him.' 
 
 Micky was out of the saddle in a moment ; but 
 Mr. Bellew only laughed and sat still. 
 
 'Get up again, my boy,' said he; 'I knew you 
 had seen this brute kicking and bucking just now, 
 and I wondered whether you would have the nerve 
 to ride him, that was all.' 
 
 Micky coloured. ' Did you think I was a funk, 
 then ?' he asked resentfully. 
 
 'How should I know? Now, don't be angry, 
 Micky ; I shan't think so any more ; and if you
 
 MICKY RECEIVES INFORMATION 109 
 
 had been a bit short of nerve, you would only have 
 been what nine men out of every ten are, and what 
 I dare say we shall both of us be before we die. 
 Pluck isn't quite the finest quality in the world — 
 though I won't deny that I'm glad you've got it.' 
 
 The alliance was cemented by this episode ; and 
 Mentor and Telemachus turned their horses' heads 
 towards the town, meaning to reach home by a 
 more circuitous and less precipitous route than 
 that which they had selected for their descent. 
 Now, it came to pass that, after they had hit off 
 the broad high road to Mustapha Superieur, and 
 were jogging along it, they were overtaken by a 
 light victoria in which were seated two ladies, one 
 of whom hailed them. 
 
 ' So there you are !' she cried. ■ And have you 
 really been giving up a whole morning to pounding 
 along in the dust with that pertinacious boy ? How 
 awfully good of you !' 
 
 Billy took off his hat to Miss Daisy Forbes and 
 to Mrs. Nugent, with whom he had a slight ac- 
 quaintance. He said : ' Not good a bit ! We've
 
 no BILLY BELLEW 
 
 been enjoying ourselves-, in spite of the dust, 
 haven't we, Micky ?' 
 
 Then, as Mrs. Nugent's coachman did not receive 
 orders to quicken his pace, the two equestrians 
 moved on with the carriage, one on either side of 
 it, and it so chanced that Billy found himself on 
 Miss Daisy's side. It has already been said that 
 Billy was anything but a lady-killer, and it might 
 have been added that he was in a fair way towards 
 becoming a woman-hater ; yet it cannot be pre- 
 tended that Daisy's method of treatment was 
 altogether disagreeable to him. She had certain 
 tricks of look and voice which, well worn though 
 they be, are always effective ; and when she told 
 him that she wouldn't have missed Mrs. Byland's 
 dinner-party for the world, if only she had known 
 that he was to be there, she really seemed to be 
 speaking the truth. Then, too, there was some- 
 thing very innocent and engaging about the eager 
 manner in which she exhibited her purchases to 
 him, asking him whether he was a judge of Syrian 
 embroidery or Kabyle pottery, and making him
 
 MICKY RECEIVES INFORMATION in 
 
 promise to accompany them on their next expedi- 
 tion to the bazaars. She was in the act of expressing 
 a hope that he meant to join the family mid-day 
 repast at Le Bocage, when her brother's high- 
 pitched voice interrupted their colloquy. 
 
 '1 say, Mr. Bellew,' called out Micky across the 
 carriage, ■ you don't want to go back by the road, 
 do you ? If we turn off to the right here, we can 
 take one of the Arab lanes, which will be ever so 
 much jollier.' 
 
 As the lane in question was a mere track, as steep 
 as a staircase in places, and overgrown with trees 
 and shrubs, and as, moreover, the choice of it in 
 preference to the highway would involve a consider- 
 able detour, Daisy was fully justified in scouting her 
 brother's suggestion. But the good-natured Billy 
 assented to it at once, remarking half apologetically 
 that he was out for the boy's amusement. He said 
 good-bye to the ladies and followed Micky, who 
 had lost no time in taking him at his word, up the 
 narrow path, between high banks of red earth 
 and beneath the shade of interlacing boughs and
 
 ii2 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 creepers. It was not until they had advanced 
 some little distance, their horses clambering up the 
 rocks as only Arab horses can, that his young 
 friend turned round, with a mischievous twinkle in 
 his eye, to say : 
 
 1 Sorry to drag you away, you know.' 
 
 ' Oh, I didn't mind !' answered Billy placidly. 
 
 ' Well, if you didn't mind, it's all right ; only I 
 thought perhaps you did ; and — look here, Mr. 
 Bellew, you're a friend of mine, and I want to give 
 you a friendly tip about our beloved Daisy. I saw 
 what she was after the other day at the picnic, and I 
 may tell you, between ourselves, that she's a horrid 
 little flirt. Besides which, she's half engaged, if 
 she isn't quite engaged, to Harry Lysaght.' 
 
 ' Oh, indeed !' said Billy, much amused. ' Well, 
 really, this is very thoughtful of you, Micky, and 
 I'm much indebted to you. And who is Harry 
 Lysaght, if I may ask? Not a little curly-headed 
 chap who used to hunt with the Quorn two seasons 
 ago ? Now I come to think of it, I believe he did 
 hail from your part of the world.'
 
 MICKY RECEIVES INFORMATION 113 
 
 Micky nodded. ■ That's the man. He isn't at 
 all a bad sort ; only he makes a perfect idiot of 
 himself about Daisy, and I suppose that's why she 
 won't marry him and have done with it. She's 
 sure to take him in the long run. though, because 
 I believe she likes him about as well as anybody, 
 and he's got no end of a jolly place, with lots of 
 shooting, near us. I thought I'd just warn you ; 
 but you needn't mention it, you know.' 
 
 Billy promised to keep his own counsel, and 
 asked no more questions. So far as he was con- 
 cerned, Miss Daisy was heartily welcome to marry 
 Mr. Lysaght or any other man whom she might 
 fancy; still, he had reasons of his own for concur- 
 ring in Micky's description of her. ' Her sister's 
 little finger is worth her whole body,' was his 
 mental verdict upon a lady who was at that 
 moment driving homewards in the serene convic- 
 tion that Mr. Bellew's name would shortly be added, 
 if indeed it might not already be added, to the list 
 of her victims. 
 
 vol. 1. 8
 
 CHAPTER VII. 
 
 A LITTLE DISAPPOINTMENT. 
 
 1 1 do not see Michael,' said Mr. Forbes fretfully, as 
 he took his place at the head of the breakfast-table, 
 after having terminated what he was pleased to call 
 a morning's hard work. ' Where's Michael ?' 
 
 Mr. Forbes was one of those mild, querulous 
 tyrants whose tyranny is perhaps more hard to 
 bear than that of the loud-voiced, blustering variety. 
 He was not in the least conscious of being exacting ; 
 but, as a matter of fact, he expected all the mem- 
 bers of his family to subordinate their convenience 
 to his, and unpunctuality he resented as a personal 
 injury. Naturally, therefore, he could not accept 
 Winifred's statement that Micky had not returned
 
 A LITTLE DISAPPOINTMENT 115 
 
 from his ride yet, but would be sure to be back in 
 a few minutes, as any sort of excuse. 
 
 'Winnie, my love,' said he, 'you are far too 
 ready to make assertions without pausing to ask 
 yourself whether they are accurate or not. How 
 can it be possible for you to tell that Michael will 
 reach the house in a few minutes? What we do 
 know for certain is that he is well aware of the 
 usual breakfast-hour ; and if he cannot be here at 
 the proper time, he should not be allowed to go out 
 riding.' 
 
 ' I only hope nothing has happened to the boy !' 
 exclaimed Mrs. Forbes nervously. ' Are you sure 
 that that horse is safe for him to ride, Winnie ?' 
 
 'Don't be agitated, mamma,' said Daisy: 'nothing 
 has happened to him. At least, nothing had hap- 
 pened to him about half an hour ago, when 
 we overtook him and Mr. Bellew riding up from 
 the town. They chose to turn up one of the Arab 
 lanes towards El-Biar, instead of coming straight 
 back with us, which is quite sufficient to account 
 for their being late. ' I am sorry,' continued Daisy
 
 n6 -BILLY BELLEW 
 
 meditatively, ' that I didn't think at the time of 
 mentioning our breakfast-hour ; for I wanted to 
 make a definite engagement with Mr. Bellew, and 
 that little wretch Micky whisked him off before I 
 could manage it.' 
 
 'My dear child!' ejaculated Mrs. Forbes, in 
 accents of remonstrance — ' a definite engagement 
 with Mr. Bellew!' 
 
 ' Why not ? I don't mean a matrimonial engage- 
 ment, Men entendu — only an engagement to come 
 with us the next time that we go down to bu 
 carpets and cushions and things ; the time when 
 you're coming, you know, mamma ; so that nothing 
 could be more proper. As it is, I must write him a 
 note. Or perhaps it would be better if you were 
 to write the note. That would be propriety raised 
 to its highest expression.' 
 
 It was by this sort of quiet audacity that Daisy 
 was accustomed to achieve her ends and carry her 
 modest schemes into effect. Mrs. Forbes only 
 protested feebly that she didn't understand why 
 Mr. Bellew should be invited to go shopping.
 
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 'Oh, because he wants to go!' answered Daisy, 
 without hesitation. ' Of course he wants to buy 
 presents and some stuff to make up into a smoking 
 suit, like everybody else, and he wouldn't know 
 where to go unless somebody told him. He will 
 be useful to us, too ; men are always useful when 
 it comes to bargaining. They don't say much ; 
 but they look cross and disgusted, and as the 
 money is supposed to belong to them, that pro- 
 duces a good effect.' 
 
 Mrs. Forbes yielded to these arguments. She 
 generally did yield to the arguments of her 
 younger daughter, and very seldom to those of her 
 elder, who, indeed, was about to offer some re- 
 marks in opposition to the project, when her atten- 
 tion was drawn off by the entrance of Micky, hot, 
 dusty and jubilant. 
 
 'First class, thanks !' said he, thoughtfully 
 forestalling an inquiry which nobody had as yet 
 addressed to him ; ' haven't enjoyed anything so 
 much since I left my happy home. No, my dear 
 Winnie, I have not washed my hands, and what's
 
 "8 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 more, I ain't going to, until I've appeased the 
 pangs of hunger. I say, I hope you people haven't 
 eaten everything up !' 
 
 A formal and deliberate rebuke from Mr. Forbes 
 was listened to in respectful silence, Micky only 
 raising his head from his plate on the conclusion 
 of it to wink solemnly at the company. Conversa- 
 tion was then resumed. The head of the family 
 had left the room, and the others were preparing 
 to follow his example, when a telegram was brought 
 to Mrs. Forbes, who, on perusing it, gave utterance 
 to a little pleased cry. 
 
 'Dear me!' she exclaimed, 'how nice! Harry 
 Lysaght is coming over here for a few weeks. He 
 telegraphs from Marseilles, and I suppose he will 
 arrive by to-morrow's boat. I wonder which hotel 
 he means to go to ?' 
 
 Winnie looked almost as pleased as her mother ; 
 Micky stuck his hands into his pockets, threw him- 
 self back in his chair, stared up at the ceiling and 
 whistled a tune ; as for Daisy, she was unable to 
 conceal her discomfiture.
 
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 ' Oh, what a bore !' she exclaimed. ' Won't even 
 the whole length of France and the whole breadth 
 of the Mediterranean save us from our friends ?' 
 
 But she speedily recovered herself, and, disdain- 
 ing to notice Micky's rude hilarity, remarked.' 
 1 After all, I don't care ; let him come if he likes. 
 He won't be our guest, so we shall be under no 
 obligation to entertain him.' 
 
 ' But, my dear/ expostulated Mrs. Forbes, ' you 
 must remember that he has come all this distance 
 simply for the sake of seeing us.' 
 
 ' Did he say that in his telegram ? If he did, it 
 was pretty cool cheek on his part. One doesn't 
 travel long or short distances to see people without 
 having been asked.' 
 
 Mrs. Forbes thought she would say no more for 
 the present. She had never been able to manage 
 Daisy, and she was conscious of having hitherto 
 impeded, rather than promoted, Mr. Lysaght's suit 
 by injudicious partisanship. But Winifred was 
 less cautious. She went out into the garden with 
 her sister presently, and when they had seated
 
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 themselves beneath the shade of a spreading ilex, 
 said : 
 
 ' I hope you are not going to be a goose, Daisy.' 
 
 ' I hope,' answered Daisy, ' that I am not, and 
 I shouldn't think that I was. Still, one never 
 knows. One thing may be looked upon as beyond 
 dispute, and that is that Harry Lysaght is a goose. 
 Even he might have known better than to chase 
 me about in this exasperating way !' 
 
 ' It doesn't seem like good policy, certainly,' 
 Winifred admitted. ' Nevertheless, it is the most 
 straightforward thing to do, and perhaps he may 
 think that the time for policy has gone by. And, 
 you know, Daisy, men — even the most patient of 
 them — won't wait for ever.' 
 
 1 1 shouldn't have thought,' remarked Daisy, 
 1 that your experience would have led you to that 
 conclusion. Edmund Kirby has waited long enough, 
 in all conscience, and he appears to be prepared to 
 wait contentedly for the rest of his natural life.' 
 
 ' That is quite different. I didn't mean to say 
 that all men are in a hurry to get married — though
 
 A LITTLE DISAPPOINTMENT 121 
 
 I expect Harry Lysaght will be — but they all 
 want to know whether they are going to be accepted 
 or refused.' 
 
 1 Of course they do, and no sooner are they 
 accepted than they cease to be devoted slaves and 
 begin to put on the airs of lords and masters. 
 I haven't the slightest intention of putting Harry 
 Lysaght out of his pain yet awhile, unless a point- 
 blank refusal would do it ; I don't mind telling you 
 that much.' 
 
 I It is very silly of you, Daisy ; because he isn't 
 coming here for nothing : he is sure to insist upon 
 an answer. And you do really care for him ?' 
 
 ' Honour bright, I don't,' answered Daisy, 
 yawning. ' I can see that he is a highly desirable 
 sort of husband, and personally I like him very 
 well — about as well as Mr. Bellew, for instance. 
 Only of course he isn't quite as interesting as Mr. 
 Bellew, because he hasn't yet provided himself 
 with a Mrs. Little wood.' 
 
 I I really think you had better leave Mr. Bellew 
 to Mrs. Littlewood,' said Winifred.
 
 122 BILLY BELLE W 
 
 ' How immoral of you ! On the contrary, it 
 shall be my righteous mission to rescue him from 
 that wicked enchantress — which reminds me that I 
 ought to be setting about it at once. I must get 
 mamma to write her note and despatch it. We'll 
 all go and buy rubbish to-morrow afternoon.' 
 
 It was evident that nothing could prevent 
 that somewhat uncalled-for invitation from being 
 despatched; but it was by no means unlikely, 
 Winifred thought, that Mr. Bellew might be pre- 
 vented from accepting it. She forgot to take into 
 account that her mother's messenger would be 
 despatched to the Hotel d' Orient, with instructions 
 to await a reply, and that, should Mr. Bellew be 
 found at home, he would have no opportunity of 
 consulting other interested persons before deciding 
 whether to say yes or no. 
 
 As luck would have it, he was found at home, 
 and, judging from the tone of his reply, he expe- 
 rienced no indecision whatsoever about saying yes. 
 He would, as requested, be at Le Bocage by three 
 o'clock the next afternoon, he wrote, and he should
 
 A LITTLE DISAPPOINTMENT 123 
 
 like nothing better than to be initiated into the art 
 of dealing with native vendors of curiosities. 
 
 So far, so good, Daisy thought ; it now only 
 remained for her to ascertain whether her father 
 meant to form one of the party or not, because, for 
 obvious reasons, it was desirable that the party 
 should consist of four, not of three persons. Mr. 
 Forbes having somewhat emphatically disclaimed 
 any intention of wasting his time in the foolish 
 and unprofitable manner suggested, it naturally 
 devolved upon Winnie to fill the vacant place, and 
 this she consented to do, after the old gentleman 
 had accorded her a rather grudging leave of 
 absence. 
 
 Among the minor disappointments of life, few 
 are more irritating than the failure of a promising 
 little plan upon which we have expended some 
 pains, and it stands to reason that such a failure 
 is rendered doubly irritating if it be brought about 
 by the very person for whose benefit the plan has 
 been designed. This was the trial which fate had 
 in store for Miss Daisy Forbes, whose equanimity
 
 i2 4 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 proved wholly inadequate to the strain placed upon 
 it thereby. It was already bad enough that Mr. 
 Bellew should keep her mother and her sister and 
 her — especially her — waiting for a quarter of an 
 hour; it was pretty cool (and she meant to tell him 
 so) to expect three ladies to sit, with their hats 
 and gloves on, and do nothing until it should suit 
 him to keep his appointment. But these offences 
 sank into insignificance by comparison with the 
 enormity of that which was to follow. The car- 
 riage had been waiting at the door for the time 
 above-mentioned, and Mrs. Forbes had just re- 
 marked, ' Beally, my dear Daisy, if Mr. Bellew 
 doesn't come presently, I think we must start 
 without him,' when a breathless Arab messenger 
 arrived, bearing a visiting card, upon which were 
 scribbled these words : ' So sorry to find I can't 
 come, after all. Many apologies.' 
 
 * Kather unceremonious, I must say !' was the 
 observation of the recipient. 
 
 Daisy remained speechless for a minute or two ; 
 but that was only because she was so much taken
 
 A LITTLE DISAPPOINTMENT 125 
 
 aback that she could not just at first think of any- 
 thing strong enough to say. As soon as she 
 recovered command of her vocabulary, which was 
 a rich one, she proceeded to apply a string of 
 epithets to Mr. Bellew which ought to have made 
 that gentleman's ears tingle. Daisy was the only 
 hot-tempered member of the Forbes family ; which 
 was doubtless the reason why she did pretty much 
 as she pleased with the other members of the 
 family. When she had flown into a rage in the 
 days of her childhood, nobody had ever thought of 
 throwing cold water over her ; on the contrary, it 
 had been everybody's business to soothe and com- 
 fort her, and much the same practice had continued 
 to prevail in later years. So, during the drive 
 down the hill, her mother, who sat beside her, and 
 Winnie, who sat opposite with her back to the 
 horses, vied with one another in well-meant but 
 ineffectual efforts to allay her wrath. But it 
 was useless to tell her that Mr. Bellew could 
 not have intended to be guilty of a studied 
 insult, and that he would probably be able to
 
 126 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 give some perfectly satisfactory explanation of his 
 conduct. 
 
 * He will never get the chance of making any 
 explanation to me!' she declared. 'You may re- 
 ceive him again, if you choose ; I wotCV 
 
 Nevertheless, she derived some secret gratifica- 
 tion from one suggestion which her sister, perhaps 
 a little indiscreetly, put forward. 
 
 1 1 dare say he would have been only too glad to 
 come,' said Winnie, ' if Mrs. Littlewood had given 
 him leave. I shouldn't be at all surprised if she 
 had forbidden him at the last moment.' 
 
 This, it need scarcely be said, was precisely what 
 had occurred. Billy had presumed too far upon 
 the rather unusual length to which his tether of 
 late had been permitted to run, and he had received 
 a sharp reminder that he was not a free agent. It 
 would have been all right if he could have got off 
 breakfasting with the Littlewoods that day; but 
 he tried to get off and failed ; then, most un- 
 fortunately it transpired that Mrs. Littlewood 
 wanted him to go out driving with her ; then he
 
 A LITTLE DISAPPOINTMENT 127 
 
 had to confess that he had a previous engagement, 
 and then there was a terrible disturbance. Con- 
 trary to his usual custom, Billy did not at once 
 submit to do as he was told. He pointed out that 
 to throw Mrs. Forbes over without the shadow of 
 an excuse for so doing would be abominably rude ; 
 he protested his willingness and anxiety to drive 
 with Blanche on the morrow, and the day after, 
 and any number of days after ; only he did hope 
 that she wouldn't insist upon making both him 
 and herself disagreeably conspicuous by detaining 
 him that afternoon. 
 
 ' Because,' he added sapiently, ' if I don't turn 
 up, and can't give a reason for not turning up, 
 they'll be perfectly certain to guess what has be- 
 come of me.' 
 
 But Mrs. Littlewood was in one of her stubborn 
 and perverse moods. She said that if he was 
 ashamed of her company, he certainly could not do 
 better than forsake it ; she observed that she had 
 for a long time past seen that he was tired of her ; 
 she advised him to lose no time in hurrying up to
 
 128 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 Le Bocage, lest his new friends should be growing 
 impatient; only, if he did go, she hoped he would 
 not trouble to come back again ; because, humble 
 though she was, she was not quite humble enough 
 to care about sharing with Miss Forbes a friend- 
 ship which had once been exclusively her own. 
 After which she burst into tears. 
 
 This was conclusive ; but by the time that Mrs. 
 Littlewood's tears had been dried (from considera- 
 tions of precaution which will readily be understood, 
 the greater proportion of these was heroically gulped 
 down), and Billy had surrendered at discretion, he 
 discovered, to his horror, that it was already three 
 o'clock. Hence the scribbled card and the breath- 
 less messenger. 
 
 Now, Billy was not the man to do things by 
 halves, and, having made up his mind to please 
 Blanche rather than himself, he put a pleasant 
 face upon it. Still, it must be confessed that his 
 face became considerably longer when he heard 
 what the object of their drive was to be. Mrs. 
 Littlewood may not have originally intended to
 
 A LITTLE DISAPPOINTMENT 129 
 
 ransack the curiosity shops that afternoon ; but 
 such was her declared intention now, and he dared 
 not remonstrate, for fear of making her cry again. 
 He could but hope that the curiosity shops of 
 Algiers might be very numerous, and that Fortune, 
 who had already treated him so cruelly, would 
 spare him the additional misery of encountering 
 the party which he had been compelled to desert. 
 
 The curiosity shops of Algiers are numerous 
 enough ; but that Billy should have hoped to avoid 
 meeting Mrs. Forbes and her daughters in one 
 or other of them only shows how imperfectly 
 acquainted he was with the character of his fair 
 companion. Mrs. Littlewood's victories, as he 
 might have remembered, were seldom followed up 
 by any display of magnanimity on her part, nor 
 was she very prone to deny herself the gratification 
 of her immediate wishes through any regard for 
 ordinary prudence. Her present feeling was that 
 Billy deserved some punishment, and that the 
 Forbes family needed a reminder that Mr. Bellew 
 was not at their beck and call. She therefore 
 
 VOL. I. 9
 
 1 3 o BILLY BELLEW 
 
 drove in rapid succession to the Rue Bab-Azoun, to 
 the Place du Gouvernement and to several of the 
 narrow streets that fringe the old town, making a 
 few purchases (for which Billy paid), but taking 
 little heed of the wares exhibited for her approval, 
 until she reached a certain establishment in the 
 Bue de la Lyre, at the door of which an open car- 
 riage was waiting. 
 
 Only too well did Billy know that carriage; 
 from afar he had recognised the short silk jacket, 
 the gaudy sash and the scarlet fez of the Arab 
 coachman ; and he made a feeble, despairing 
 attempt to avert the imminent catastrophe. 
 
 1 1 — I don't think this is much of a place,' he 
 stammered ; ' there's another chap over the way 
 who looks as if he'd be a great deal more likely to 
 have the sort of things that you want.' 
 
 ■ What sort of things do I want ?' inquired Mrs. 
 Littlewood. ' If you know, you're better informed 
 than I am.' 
 
 She had already alighted, and, without waiting 
 for a reply, plunged into the dark recesses of the
 
 A LITTLE DISAPPOINTMENT 131 
 
 shop, whither Billy, after resisting an ignoble in- 
 clination to take to his heels, was fain to follow 
 her. His eyes had not yet become accustomed to 
 the obscurity when he heard her exclaim, in her 
 most urbane and amiable voice — that voice which 
 was always associated in his mind with moments 
 of public humiliation : 
 
 1 Oh, Mrs. Forbes, how do you do ? I didn't 
 recognise you at first. I suppose you are going 
 the round of the shops, as we are. Do take pity 
 on a poor stranger, and give me some advice. I 
 really don't know what's good and what isn't, and 
 I haven't the most distant idea of what one ought 
 to pay. As for Mr. Bellew, I am sorry to say that 
 he is utterly useless.'
 
 CHAPTEE VIII. 
 
 HARRY LYSAGHT. 
 
 Audacity was Mrs. Littlewood's favourite weapon ; 
 but it cannot be said for her that she always 
 wielded it with skill or judgment. Sometimes, 
 however, it served her purpose by depriving others 
 of their presence of mind ; and this was the effect 
 which her altogether unexpected greeting produced 
 upon Mrs. Forbes, who found herself shaking 
 hands with the woman before she knew what she 
 was about. 
 
 There are situations which are saved by their 
 own excessive awkwardness. Everybody, except 
 Mrs. Littlewood, felt so thoroughly apprehensive 
 and uncomfortable that nobody was disposed to
 
 HARRY LYSAGHT 133 
 
 make things worse than they already were ; and 
 Mrs. Forbes, for one, instead of sticking her chin 
 in the air and effecting a dignified retreat, began 
 to explain, in a quite friendly, if somewhat hurried 
 tone, that all the prettiest things were upstairs, 
 that she herself was just going away, that she 
 only wanted to conclude a bargain upon which 
 she was engaged over a Kabyle rug, and so forth. 
 
 Billy, meanwhile, was standing in the back- 
 ground, looking the picture of misery. What 
 could he do or say ? To apologise for his defec- 
 tion would be a mere mockery, to jauntily ignore 
 the whole business would require more impudence 
 than he could summon up : there was nothing for 
 it but to wait patiently and allow them all to see 
 — as surely they must — that at least he was not 
 by his own choice in his present predicament. 
 
 Well, they could hardly help seeing that much ; 
 and after a minute or two, during which the con- 
 versation between Mrs. Forbes and Mrs. Littlewood 
 had actually resolved itself into an amicable dis- 
 cussion about carpets and embroidered hangings,
 
 i 3 4 BILLY BELLE W 
 
 he ventured to glance furtively at Winifred, whose 
 brown eyes were resting upon him with an ex- 
 pression of mingled amusement and compassion. 
 Thinking that he could read in them a permission 
 to advance, he did so, and said in a low voice : 
 
 'I'm awfully ashamed of myself; I'm afraid 
 you'll hardly believe that I haven't done this on 
 purpose ; but the real truth is that I was just 
 starting to join you when I found that Mrs. Little - 
 wood had counted upon my driving with her ; and 
 so ' 
 
 1 1 don't see why you should be ashamed of your- 
 self,' answered Winifred, smiling, and laying ever 
 so slight a stress upon the word 'you.' 'It isn't 
 your fault that you are in such universal request, 
 and you couldn't be in two places at one and the 
 same time. Anyhow, you owe no apology to 
 me, because it wasn't I who asked you to come 
 with us.' 
 
 She turned her head, as she spoke, towards her 
 sister, who was standing close by, and who, she 
 hoped, would take this opportunity of pardoning
 
 HARRY LYSAGHT 135 
 
 the repentant offender. One cannot think of 
 everything, and in her anxiety to improve Daisy's 
 spirits and temper she quite forgot that it would 
 perhaps be no great misfortune were that young 
 woman to carry out her threat of never speaking 
 to Mr. Bellew again. Before anything more could 
 be said, she was summoned by her mother to give 
 assistance in the matter of the Kabyle rug, which 
 the turbaned individual who was displaying it 
 swore that he would rather give away as a present 
 than part with for the price offered; and thus 
 Billy was left face to face with the lady whom he 
 had so deeply affronted. 
 
 By this time she had made up her mind to for- 
 give him, for she understood very well what the 
 state of the case was, and it was impossible to 
 doubt that he was more sinned against than sinning. 
 Still, as justice demanded that some rebuke should 
 be administered, she remarked : 
 
 1 1 can't compliment you on your courage.' 
 Somehow or other, he looked a good deal 
 less meek than he had done when speaking to
 
 136 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 Winnie a moment before. ' I haven't the courage 
 to disappoint people, if that's what you mean,' he 
 answered a little curtly. ' Mrs. Littlewood would 
 have been disappointed if I had left her to take her 
 drive all alone this afternoon, and of course I don't 
 natter myself that my presence or absence could 
 make much difference to you. Still, I know it was 
 bad manners not to keep my appointment, and I 
 beg your pardon.' 
 
 ' You must be an old hand at making excuses,' 
 remarked Daisy, laughing ; ' it is clever of you to 
 drive me into such a corner that I can only assure 
 you that it doesn't in the least matter, or else con- 
 fess that you did disappoint me by playing truant. 
 Well, at the risk of increasing your vanity, I make 
 you welcome to the information that I was dis- 
 appointed. So much so, indeed, that I had almost 
 resolved to decline your acquaintance for the 
 future.' 
 
 ' I'm glad you thought better of that,' said Billy. 
 ' I suppose, if you had turned your back upon me, 
 the rest of your family would have followed suit ;
 
 HARRY LYSAGHT 137 
 
 and I should have been very sorry to be cut by my 
 friend Micky and your sister.' 
 
 It was by this unlooked-for exhibition of severity 
 that Mr. Bellew gave evidence of the abhorrence 
 in which he held all flirts. It was true that his 
 heart had not been touched by the tactics of 
 Miss Daisy Forbes ; still, as he very reasonably 
 argued, it might have been, and it was anything 
 but creditable to her to have behaved as she had 
 done, considering that she was as good as engaged 
 to another man. Unfortunately, the moral lesson 
 which he desired to inculcate was completely 
 thrown away upon its subject, who had not the 
 most remote idea of what he was driving at, and 
 for whom a recalcitrant wooer had all the attrac- 
 tion that a game fish possesses for the experienced 
 angler. So far from taking offence, she set to 
 work to dispel his imaginary ill-humour, and by 
 the time that the Kabyle rug had at length passed 
 into Mrs. Forbes's possession, her own ill-humour 
 had completely vanished. 
 
 1 A tout peche misericorde,' she remarked com-
 
 138 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 placently, after she had resumed her seat in the 
 carriage and the horses' heads had been turned 
 homewards. ' The poor man wasn't a willing 
 sinner, at all events ; one couldn't look at his face 
 and think that of him.' 
 
 ' 1 never noticed his face,' Mrs. Forbes confessed, 
 with a sigh ; ' I couldn't get beyond the face of 
 that woman, which was outrageously powdered and 
 painted. She took my breath away so by rushing 
 at me in that way that I hardly know what I said, 
 and I am afraid I was almost gushing. Winnie 
 dear, I do think you might have tried to help me 
 a little ! The next thing will be that we shall have 
 her dropping in at all hours of the day.' 
 
 Mrs. Littlewood, however, had no intention of 
 doing that, and was well satisfied to rest upon her 
 laurels for the present. She did not even allude 
 to the little scene which has been described above 
 until the time came for her to dismiss her patient 
 escort, when she observed : 
 
 'I was determined that, if those good folks 
 wanted to know you, they should know me ; but
 
 HARRY LYSAGHT 139 
 
 I shall not quarrel with you over their favours. 
 They are worthy sort of people, and the little one 
 who made eyes at you is quite pretty ; but I don't 
 see how one could spend an hour in their company 
 without yawning one's head off.' 
 
 Now, it came to pass on the following day that 
 just as Billy was about to mount his horse at the 
 door of the Hotel d'Orient, he was accosted by a 
 fresh-coloured, curly-headed young man, who said : 
 
 1 I think I must claim acquaintance with you, 
 though I dare say you don't remember me. My 
 name is Lysaght ; we used to meet out hunting the 
 year before last.' 
 
 'Of course I remember you as well as possible,' 
 answered Billy, shaking hands. ■ Very glad to 
 see you again ; though this is about the last place 
 in the world where I should have expected to see 
 a sportsman. What has brought you here ? Not 
 health, I hope ?' Then, suddenly remembering 
 Micky's revelation, ' Oh, by the way, though — of 
 course ! — I forgot.' 
 
 Harry Lysaght did not ask him what he meant,
 
 140 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 but laughed in a half - gratified, half - sheepish 
 manner, and said : ' I suppose you know the 
 Forbeses ?' 
 
 ' Yes, a little ; not very well. I've seen more of 
 the boy than of any of the others. He's a good 
 little chap, and ought to make a fine rider one of 
 these days.' 
 
 ' Perhaps — if he lives ; but I'm afraid, from what 
 I hear, that his lungs aren't sound. It's to be 
 hoped that he'll come all right ; for I'm sure I 
 don't know what poor Winnie would do if anything 
 happened to him.' 
 
 After this, the Forbes family were dismissed 
 from the conversation in favour of certain hunting 
 reminiscences, and presently the two men parted, 
 promising one another to meet again soon. They 
 had been scarcely more than acquaintances in 
 England ; but there was every probability of their 
 becoming friends in exile. 
 
 Harry Lysaght, indeed, not only liked, but pro- 
 foundly admired Billy Bellew, whose prowess in 
 the hunting-field and as a gentleman-rider he had
 
 HARRY LYSAGHT 141 
 
 often witnessed. Of Billy's private life he did not 
 know much ; but he did know what was supposed 
 to be pretty generally known about Mrs. Little- 
 wood, and he was sorry to hear, later in the day, 
 from Daisy Forbes, that that lady was spending 
 the winter in Algiers. 
 
 'It's an awful pity, you know,' he said regretfully. 
 
 1 So I think,' observed Daisy, ' and I'm doing 
 my little best to save him. Let us form a rescue 
 party, and unite in the good work. Bring him up 
 here with you as often as you can ; I shall always 
 be delighted to see him.' 
 
 If her object was to arouse her hearer's jealousy, 
 she failed ; for, although Harry Lysaght could be 
 and often was ridiculously jealous, it did not occur 
 to him to regard Mr. Bellew in the light of a pos- 
 sible rival. He himself had met with a much more 
 gracious reception than he had dared to hope for. 
 He had been very well aware that Daisy would not 
 like being pursued, and that was why he had given 
 no notice of his impending visit before arriving at 
 Marseilles. He had come because he had been
 
 142 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 unable any longer to endure the pangs of separa- 
 tion; but he had come fully prepared to be teased 
 and baffled and held at arm's length. He was 
 rich, he had a fine estate, he was young and by 
 no means bad-looking; he had a perfect right to 
 demand an answer, and every excuse for anticipat- 
 ing a favourable one. But, being desperately in 
 love, he feared his fate too much ; so that Daisy 
 was accustomed to amuse herself by toying with 
 her prey. She had welcomed him, in fact, for no 
 other reason than that she was glad to see him, 
 and she was only glad to see him because she 
 thought she could see her way to getting some 
 additional amusement out of him. To make Harry 
 jealous of Mr. Bellew would not be much fun; but 
 to make Mr. Bellew jealous of Harry would be 
 sport of a high order, and she hoped to enjoy it. 
 
 Her unsuspecting victim promised readily to do 
 as he was asked. ' I suppose you are more or less 
 joking,' he remarked; 'but, really and seriously, I 
 believe what Bellew wants is a little more of ladies' 
 society. Of course he has any number of friends,
 
 HARRY LYSAGHT 143 
 
 and I dare say he dines out a good bit during the 
 season, and all that ; but I never heard of his 
 having a single intimate lady friend — unless you 
 call Mrs. Littlewood a lady.' 
 
 Whether Mrs. Littlewood was a lady or not, her 
 intimacy with Mr. Bellew was close enough and 
 exacting enough to keep that unfortunate man 
 pretty constantly on duty during the next two or 
 three days. Harry Lysaght, with whom he had 
 several chats, and who refreshed his soul with the 
 latest intelligence from the shires, proposed in vain 
 to him that they should pay a joint visit to Le 
 Eocage. He had to decline, and he made no 
 secret of his reason for doing so. 
 
 'Mrs. Littlewood asked me to look in,' he would 
 say. ' She has been seedy, and she doesn't know 
 many people here. I'm afraid I couldn't very well 
 leave her in the lurch this afternoon.' 
 
 Harry, who had met Mrs. Littlewood in England, 
 had, as in duty bound, left a card upon her. He 
 had not been admitted, but he had encountered her 
 husband in the town, and — finding, after a few
 
 144 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 tentative remarks, that he might do this with im- 
 punity — he had spoken his mind with some free- 
 dom to Billy upon the subject of the Colonel. 
 Anybody was at liberty to revile Colonel Littlewood 
 in Billy's presence ; in fact, such revilings were 
 rather agreeable to him, as partaking of the nature 
 of a tacit admission that great allowances ought to 
 be made for Colonel Littlewood's wife. 
 
 Meanwhile, Colonel Littlewood's wife kept him 
 upon an uncommonly short allowance of freedom, 
 and, although she had declared that she would not 
 dispute with him for the favours of the Forbes 
 family, took very good care that he should not 
 receive an overdose of them. Fruitless, therefore, 
 were the expectant lingerings of Micky at the 
 stable gate, and fruitless all the efforts of Miss 
 Daisy to initiate a well-conceived plan of campaign. 
 The former was a good deal discouraged ; the latter 
 was only stimulated by preliminary rebuffs to fresh 
 exertions. And success came to her at last, as 
 indeed it almost always does to those who are not 
 weary in ill-doing.
 
 HARRY LYSAGHT 145 
 
 One afternoon Harry Lysaght intercepted Billy, 
 who was, as usual, plodding along the dusty 
 road on his way to Mrs. Littlewood's villa, and 
 said : 
 
 1 Are you doing anything on Thursday evening, 
 Bellew?' 
 
 1 Thursday ?' repeated Billy meditatively. ' No, 
 I don't think so. In fact, I'm sure I shall be free 
 on Thursday, because the Littlewoods leave on that 
 day. They're going up to Hammam R'irha for a 
 week or so. Littlewood has a touch of the gout, or 
 thinks he has.' 
 
 * Serve him right,' said Harry. ' I hope the 
 waters will bring it out, and keep him squealing on 
 his back for a month. You won't have to go with 
 them, then ?' 
 
 1 Well, no ; I'm not going with them. Perhaps 
 I may follow — I'm not sure. Anyhow I shall be 
 here on Thursday evening.' 
 
 ' Then you'll come with us and see the Arab town 
 by moonlight, won't you? Mrs. Forbes told me 
 particularly to ask you. There's a full moon and 
 
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 every prospect of fine weather, and it's quite one of 
 the things to do. You drive to the Kasbah, you 
 know, and then walk down. And I thought it 
 would be rather jolly to have supper at one of the 
 restaurants afterwards. You and I might treat the 
 company if you felt inclined.' 
 
 Billy, it is needless to say, felt quite inclined 
 to take part in this little jaunt, and signified his 
 assent, which was duly reported at Le Bocage 
 immediately afterwards. 
 
 ' That makes it all right, you see,' Harry Lysaght 
 explained to Winnie, whom he already treated as a 
 sister-in-law, and to whose counsel and assistance 
 he had frequently had recourse in moments of per- 
 plexity ; ' now we shall have an even number. You 
 can walk with Bellew, and Mrs. Forbes can sup- 
 port your father's steps and keep him from running 
 his head up against a wall.' 
 
 1 Yes ; that will be very nice,' answered Winnie 
 with a demure smile. 
 
 It would have been cruel to mar the young man's 
 sanguine anticipations by telling him what her own
 
 HARRY LYSAGHT 147 
 
 were ; but it was, as she well knew, highly 
 probable that Mr. Bellew would be appropriated 
 by Daisy, and that upon her would devolve the 
 task of administering balm to the wounded spirit of 
 a gentleman who did not always receive such minis- 
 trations gratefully. 
 
 It is, however, impossible for any human being 
 to foretell the course of events ; even experience is 
 no infallible guide, and a margin should always be 
 allowed for the many disconcerting contingencies 
 which do not throw their shadows before them. 
 Amongst these latter was one which Harry Lysaght 
 had assuredly never dreamt of taking into account, 
 and which was revealed to him when he returned 
 to the hotel to dress for dinner. Immediately after 
 he had reached his room there came a knock at the 
 door, and in strode Billy Bellew, who looked 
 troubled and a little shamefaced. 
 
 1 Look here, Lysaght,' said he, ' I don't know 
 about this moonlight expedition ; I think perhaps 
 I'd better cry off. And yet, I don't quite see how 
 I'm to do that, either. Well, the fact of the matter
 
 148 BILLY BELLE W 
 
 is that I told the Littlewoods I was going, and they 
 said at once they would put off their start till Friday 
 and come with us. Of course I couldn't say that it 
 was Mrs. Forbes's party and that they must get an 
 invitation from her. I couldn't say such a thing 
 as that, could I ? But at the same time, you 
 know ' 
 
 ' Oh, it's rather a bore ; but it can't be helped,' 
 interrupted Harry, trying not to look too much 
 disgusted. ' After all, Mrs. Forbes does know Mrs. 
 Littlewood ; it's only that terrible Colonel who 
 alarms me. But I suppose he won't — eh ?' 
 
 Billy shook his head gloomily. 
 
 ' I should think very likely he would ; I wouldn't 
 answer for him. He was making zigzags all over 
 the Place du Gouvernement yesterday at three 
 o'clock hi the afternoon. I had to take him home 
 in a fiacre and leave my horse with a boy, who 
 jumped on to his back and of course got chucked. 
 Luckily the horse knew his way to the stables. 
 No, my dear fellow ; the only plan is to change my 
 mind, and go off to Hammam R'irha on Thursday.'
 
 HARRY LYSAGHT 149 
 
 No doubt Harry was chiefly anxious that his 
 party should not be spoiled by the retirement of 
 that member of it whose presence was essential to 
 its symmetry ; but he was also honestly desirous 
 of freeing his friend from the clutches of the en- 
 chantress, and he perceived that the departure of 
 the Littlewoods for Hammam R'irha, leaving Billy 
 behind them, would afford opportunities which no 
 true friend of the latter's would be justified in 
 neglecting. Therefore he said cheerily : 
 
 I Nonsense ! we aren't going to let you off on any 
 pretext. It will be all right, you'll see. You can 
 take charge of Mrs. Littlewood, and the Colonel, if 
 he isn't too drunk — and I don't suppose he will be 
 — can walk with Winnie. Winnie is the best girl 
 in the world ; she won't mind walking with any- 
 body. And I think, you know, we won't say any- 
 thing about it at Le Bocage ; it would only make a 
 fuss and a discussion and do no good.' 
 
 I I think Mrs. Forbes ought to be told,' said Billy. 
 ' It isn't only about the Colonel ; for I dare say I 
 shall be able to bring him up to the scratch pretty
 
 150 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 sober ; but I am not at all sure that Mrs. Forbes 
 cares about being intimate with Mrs. Littlewood. 
 For the matter of that, I may say I'm quite sure 
 she doesn't. And it isn't fair to spring a surprise 
 upon her.' 
 
 Harry Lysaght was not so scrupulous. He said 
 Mrs. Forbes wasn't a royalty ; you weren't bound to 
 submit a list of your guests to her before inviting 
 her to a supper-party. Moreover, supposing that 
 a chance of objecting were given to her, and that she 
 did object, where would they be then ? 
 
 'Well, not in Algiers,' answered Billy, with a 
 laugh. ' At least, one of us wouldn't. Upon my 
 word, Lysaght, you had much better let me 
 retire.' 
 
 But this Mr. Lysaght declared and swore that he 
 would not do ; so, after some further argument, 
 Billy (who, to tell the truth, had no wish at all to 
 visit Hammam B'irha) allowed his misgivings to be 
 overruled.
 
 CHAPTEE IX. 
 
 MOONLIGHT. 
 
 Winifred Forbes stood in the moonlight on a little 
 bare plateau near the old Moorish citadel, or 
 Kasbah, which crowns the apex of the pyramid 
 formed by the town of Algiers. The scene at 
 which she was gazing with wondering eyes and 
 parted lips seemed to her almost too lovely to be 
 real ; for, indeed, the Algerian moon has little 
 affinity with the cold, hard luminary whose beams 
 irradiate our Northern landscape on fine nights. 
 There was nothing hard or cold about the wondrous 
 panorama which Winifred beheld from her lofty 
 standpoint. The snow-white houses of the Arab 
 town, the domes and minarets of the mosques, the
 
 152 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 dark olive and ilex woods, the palms, swaying 
 before the breath of a light wind, the great bay, 
 with here and there a shimmering sail upon its 
 surface, Cap Matifou beyond, and the mountains of 
 Kabylia in the far distance — all these lay bathed in 
 a marvellously brilliant, yet soft, light, which trans- 
 figured and glorified them, but did not — or, at all 
 events, did not appear to — rob them of their colour. 
 Winifred had stolen a short distance away from 
 the others to regale her eyes with this exquisite 
 prospect, and for the moment she had forgotten 
 their existence — had forgotten the rather absurd 
 scene which had taken place a few minutes before, 
 when, on reaching the appointed try sting- spot, the 
 Forbes family had met, not only the two friends 
 whom they had expected to see, but a very lively 
 lady and a still more lively gentleman, who 
 cheerfully signified their intention of joining the 
 party. Her mother's undisguised annoyance, Mr. 
 Bellew's mournful, deprecating mien, Harry's 
 singularly ill-advised apologies, the affability of 
 Mrs. Littlewood, the noisy joviality of the Colonel,
 
 MOONLIGHT 153 
 
 her own desperate inclination to burst out laughing 
 — it had all passed away from her memory, and no 
 doubt she would have stood stock-still where she 
 was for another quarter of an hour, if somebody 
 had not come to rouse her out of her trance. 
 
 Somebody said, in a very gentle and apologetic 
 voice : ' They think we ought to be starting, Miss 
 Forbes. Old Hamoud, the guide, says we must 
 keep together, or we shall get lost in those narrow 
 streets.' 
 
 Winifred turned away obediently, but paused 
 after she had taken a few steps to throw one last, 
 lingering glance at the view. 'Isn't it beautiful!' 
 she exclaimed. 
 
 " Yes,' answered Billy, ' it is indeed ; I don't 
 think I have ever seen anything so beautiful before. 
 But I can't enjoy it. I'm too much ashamed of 
 myself. I ought not to have come, and I ought 
 not to have let the Littlewoods come. It was a 
 great mistake. I should have seen that at once 
 from your mother's face — if I hadn't known it 
 already.'
 
 154 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 1 What nonsense ! The only person who made a 
 mistake was Harry ; he really ought to have known 
 better than to apologise. As for mamma, she was 
 surprised, and she naturally looked so, that was 
 all. Pray don't distress yourself ; you aren't in 
 the least to blame.' 
 
 * Well, if you don't blame me, I don't so much 
 mind,' said Billy, with a relieved sigh. ' The truth 
 is that the Littlewoods offered to come ; and when 
 people offer to come anywhere with you, you can't 
 very well tell them that you don't want them.' 
 
 1 Especially not when you do want them. Ought 
 you not to be escorting Mrs. Littlewood now ? You 
 needn't mind about me ; I am quite accustomed to 
 taking care of myself.' 
 
 The party, under the leadership of the turbaned 
 Hamoud, had by this time been set in motion, and 
 was progressing down the hill in irregular forma- 
 tion. Mrs. Forbes, who had taken her husband by 
 the arm, was evidently determined to avoid com- 
 mitting herself and to devote her whole attention 
 to her wifely duties. Behind her walked Mrs.
 
 MOONLIGHT 155 
 
 Littlewood, offering occasional remarks, which 
 apparently were not heard ; then came Harry 
 Lysaght, all by himself, and then Colonel Little- 
 wood, who, judging by his loud and continuous 
 laughter, was relating some humorous anecdote for 
 Daisy's benefit. It certainly did look as if Billy 
 ought to intervene and effect a redistribution of 
 partners ; but he could not help a strong feeling of 
 reluctance to disturb the existing arrangement. 
 Should he do what he was told to do, and what 
 represented itself to him in the light of a duty 
 towards several of his neighbours, or should he for 
 once be selfish, and consult his own inclinations? 
 It was unnecessary for him to vex his conscience 
 with such questions ; for one of his neighbours had 
 no intention whatsoever of allowing him any choice 
 in the matter. Daisy unceremoniously forsook the 
 loquacious Colonel, and, stepping back to meet her 
 sister, said : 
 
 1 Winnie, I wish you would go and catch up 
 Mrs. Littlewood. She has nobody to talk to, and 
 mamma is in such terror of repeating the tragedy
 
 156 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 of Jack and Jill that she can't spare a thought for 
 anything else.' 
 
 'Very well,' answered Winifred hesitatingly; 
 1 but I think Mr. Bellew ' 
 
 1 Oh, I am going to retain possession of Mr. 
 Bellew,' interrupted Daisy briskly. ' I have a crow 
 to pluck with him — several crows, indeed !' 
 
 Both Winifred Forbes and Mr. Bellew were 
 addicted by nature to doing as they were bid. 
 Neither of them protested, and so the former 
 presently found herself picking her way down the 
 steep and tortuous streets of the old town, side by 
 side with a lady against whom she had conceived a 
 strong prejudice. It is not easy to talk to people 
 against whom you are strongly prejudiced, and for 
 some little time Winnie's efforts met with no en- 
 couragement from her partner, who seemed to have 
 enough to do to keep her footing, even with the 
 support of Billy's walking-stick, which she had 
 borrowed. The so-called streets of the Arab 
 quarter are, for the most part, mere flights of 
 steps, paved with rough and slippery stones. Mrs.
 
 MOONLIGHT 157 
 
 Littlewood wore very high-heeled boots, and the 
 constant abrupt transitions from bright moonlight 
 to deep shadow might well have rendered advance 
 uncertain to a less absurdly-shod pedestrian. She 
 never raised her eyes to the low arched doorways, 
 the plaster arabesques and the overhanging upper 
 stories, sustained by groups of round, whitewashed 
 rafters, which delighted Winnie, but plodded on- 
 wards and downwards as best she could until she 
 reached a gateway with a porch, on either side of 
 which was a tiled seat. Here she flung herself 
 down, and took her companion's breath away by 
 asking, without a word of preface : 
 
 * What would you do if you had a husband like 
 mine ?' 
 
 ' But — but I don't know what your husband is 
 like,' was the best reply that Winifred could hit 
 upon at such short notice. 
 
 1 Well, at least, you know what he looks like ; 
 and that is what he is — that and more. I did 
 think that just for this once — and after my begging 
 him so particularly — I did think that he would
 
 158 BILLY BELLEVV 
 
 have tried to refrain from disgracing me. But you 
 see the state he is in ; and it is always like that, 
 and always will be. It seems as if he had sworn 
 to prevent my ever knowing any nice people ! ' 
 
 Mrs. Little wood took out her handkerchief. 
 There were real tears in her eyes ; for she was 
 genuinely mortified and unhappy. As a matter of 
 fact, her husband was not, and never had been, 
 unkind to her ; but his habits of intemperance had 
 caused her to pass through some humiliating 
 moments, and she quite believed that she was a 
 deeply injured wife. 
 
 ' Oh, but I think you must be mistaken,' said 
 Winnie, who could not help being sorry for the 
 woman. ' I really didn't notice anything about 
 him — except, perhaps, that his voice was rather 
 loud.' 
 
 * "What is the use of saying that ?' cried the 
 other impatiently. ' If you didn't notice, I am sure 
 everybody else did, that he is more than half tipsy ; 
 and unless I can get him away before the supper — 
 which will be impossible — I shall have to take him
 
 MOONLIGHT 159 
 
 home quite tipsy. Oh, that is nothing new, I 
 assure you ! And now let me ask you once more, 
 what would you do if you had a husband like 
 mine ?' 
 
 1 1 suppose,' answered Winnie hesitatingly, ' I 
 should try to make the best of him.' 
 
 She did not mean this as a rebuke, but it was 
 accepted as such by Mrs. Littlewood, who continued 
 to weep, and who remarked pathetically that it was 
 easier to offer counsels of perfection than to follow 
 them. She gave a moving account of her patience, 
 her trials, her repeated disappointments. She said 
 she was well aware that people called her fast and 
 flighty, and a number of other bad names ; but if 
 these censorious persons only knew what her life at 
 home was, surely even they would not blame her 
 for escaping from it when she could and seeking 
 such amusement as still remained within her reach. 
 In short, she made out a case for herself which 
 aroused the compassion and, to some extent, 
 secured the sympathy of her hearer. 
 
 After a time they resumed their march. Mr.
 
 160 BILLY BELLE W 
 
 and Mrs. Forbes had long ago passed out of sight, 
 and there was as yet no sign of the approach of the 
 rear-guard ; but when your only object is to reach 
 the bottom of a steep hill, you cannot miss your 
 way very badly. Mrs. Little wood, thinking that 
 she had gained an ally, had become more cheerful. 
 She said : 
 
 ' After all, we must hope for the best. A walk 
 like this ought to sober him, and I dare say it will ; 
 for I am sure it must be agony to anyone with a 
 threatening of gout to hobble down such places. 
 To be sure, there remains the supper, but I shall 
 trust to Billy to take care of him then.' 
 
 1 Is Mr. Bellew any relation of yours ?' asked 
 Winifred, with just a touch of sharpness in her tone. 
 
 Mrs. Littlewood laughed. 
 
 ' You know quite well that he isn't. Of course 
 it's very shocking of me to call him by his Christian 
 name, but I really couldn't get out of the habit at 
 this time of day, and he would think I was dread- 
 fully offended with him if I were to address him 
 as Mr. Bellew.'
 
 MOONLIGHT 161 
 
 ' Wouldn't it be rather a good thing if you were ?' 
 asked Winifred, wondering a little at her own 
 temerity. ' A good thing for both of you, I mean.' 
 
 ' It would be for me, no doubt,' answered Mrs. 
 Littlewood. ' I am painfully conscious that poor 
 Billy, without in the least intending it, has done 
 me almost as much injury in the eyes of the world 
 as my husband has. But, silly as you may think 
 me, I couldn't find it in my heart to send him 
 about his business. One can't be quite insensible 
 to such devotion as his, though one may have done 
 nothing at all to encourage it ; and if it makes him 
 happy to be near me, why should I grudge him 
 that morsel of happiness ?' 
 
 1 Oh, if you are sure that it makes him happy — 
 but he doesn't always look happy.' 
 
 ' No, indeed, poor fellow ! How could he ? But 
 I really believe that he suffers more on my account 
 than on his own.' 
 
 Winifred, whose commiseration had by this time 
 given place to contempt, was saying to herself : 
 ' Well, you certainly are the most selfish, silly and 
 
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 i6 2 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 vulgar woman I have ever met.' Mrs. Littlewood, 
 on her side, was thinking : ' I perfectly understand 
 what you are driving at, my dear : I am to re- 
 nounce Billy, and leave the field clear for Miss 
 Daisy, in return for which you will kindly lend 
 me your countenance, and introduce me to your 
 friends. Many thanks, but I do not feel tempted 
 to close with that offer ; it is not quite good enough.' 
 She resumed aloud : 
 
 ' If you knew Billy as well as I do, you would 
 understand the impossibility of my dismissing him. 
 He would be simply inconsolable ! I suppose you 
 think he would fall in love with some girl or other 
 and marry her. I assure you he wouldn't ; girls 
 are not attractive to him, and I doubt very much 
 whether marriage is, either. There is your sister, 
 for instance, who — you won't mind my saying so, 
 will you ? — who is making innocent little efforts to 
 captivate him. Well, your sister is very pretty 
 and very charming, but she doesn't appeal to 
 him in any way. He told me the other day, 
 when we were talking about you both, that he
 
 MOONLIGHT 163 
 
 liked you much the best of the two. So you 
 see !' 
 
 Winifred was very angry ; but it was difficult 
 to make a crushing rejoinder, because there was no 
 denying that Daisy had made efforts to captivate 
 Mr. Bellew. Therefore she only quickened her 
 pace, and said : 
 
 1 Perhaps you and he are the best judges of what 
 concerns yourselves ; but I don't think you ought 
 to complain if disagreeable remarks are made 
 about you. Oh, there are papa and mamma and 
 Hamoud. I wonder what has become of the 
 others.' 
 
 The arrival of the others was retarded by the 
 circumstance that during the greater part of their 
 walk they had been playing an absurd game of 
 hide-and-seek. Harry, exasperated by the jocular 
 familiarities of the Colonel, and determined to shake 
 him off, had given chase as fast as his gouty com- 
 panion, who had him by the arm, would let him to 
 the couple in front; Daisy, well aware that she 
 was being pursued, had dodged round corners with
 
 164 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 the docile Billy, had insisted upon exploring the 
 most evil-smelling alleys, had twisted and turned 
 and, upon the whole, had enjoyed herself very 
 much, until at last she was caught in an open space 
 by the breathless Harry and the still more breath- 
 less Colonel. Harry was a good deal ruffled. He 
 scarcely troubled himself to lower his voice as he 
 caught Billy by the elbow and said : 
 
 ' Look here, Bellew, I didn't bargain for this sort 
 of thing. You had better take charge of that brute 
 and try if you can't get him to behave himself ; 
 perhaps you understand his little ways better than 
 I do. He's as drunk as a fly, you know.' 
 
 Thus for a second time was a charge of inebriety 
 brought against poor Colonel Littlewood, who really 
 was not intoxicated, only genial, and desirous of 
 spending a merry evening. He had dined, though 
 not any better than usual, and it is true that he 
 had thoughtfully provided himself with a flask of 
 cherry-brandy; but Harry had not allowed him 
 time to put his lips to it, and he was only able to 
 take a little refreshment when that impetuous
 
 MOONLIGHT 165 
 
 young man had moved on, in company with the 
 reluctant Daisy. Billy did not attempt to interfere 
 with him. He was, indeed, sufficiently well 
 acquainted with the Colonel's ' little ways ' to 
 know how futile any such attempt would be, and 
 he also knew that the man's behaviour would be 
 rendered neither better nor worse by so moderate a 
 potation. 
 
 'Excitable sort of chap, your friend Lysaght,' 
 remarked the Colonel, wiping his mouth. ' Never 
 was so hustled in my life ! Thought he'd have 
 had me down once or twice — I did indeed ! Dare 
 say he won't be in such a hurry now he has got 
 hold of the young woman, eh ? So you and I will 
 take it easy, old man. That confounded foot of 
 mine is beginning to wake me up like blazes, I can 
 tell you ! Shouldn't wonder a bit if I had to stop 
 in bed to-morrow, and give up Hammam what's- 
 its-name.' 
 
 ' Oh, you must go to Hammam K'irha !' said 
 Billy earnestly. ' Don't let anything prevent you 
 from going — even if you have to be carried down to
 
 1 66 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 the station. I am sure your case is one for strong 
 and immediate measures.' 
 
 For a man upon the verge of a fit of gout, the 
 Colonel was wonderfully hilarious. He said it was 
 a jolly night, and those girls were jolly girls, and 
 he wished he was walking with one of them. Lean- 
 ing heavily upon Billy's arm, he narrated anecdotes 
 of bygone moonlight nights which, as they did not 
 redound to his credit, and perhaps were not even 
 true, there is no need to record here ; and from 
 time to time, by way of letting off his superfluous 
 spirits, he woke the echoes with an extraordinary 
 bellow, explaining that it was a slight improvement 
 upon the well-known jodel of the merry moun- 
 taineer. 
 
 Meanwhile, Harry Lysaght was receiving the 
 punishment which was his due for having so 
 audaciously taken the control of affairs into his own 
 hands. Daisy was very much displeased with him, 
 and it was not her habit to conceal her displeasure. 
 She contrived to say so many spiteful things to him 
 before they had advanced a hundred yards that
 
 MOONLIGHT 167 
 
 his already sorely-tried temper gave way altogether 
 and a downright quarrel ensued. Such quarrels 
 were no uncommon feature in their intercourse. 
 Daisy rather liked them, knowing that they always 
 ended just when it pleased her to end them by 
 signifying her readiness to accept an abject apology ; 
 but Harry took them very seriously, and was as 
 miserable as could be wished while they lasted. 
 
 He was miserable enough when Daisy and he 
 (no longer on speaking terms) reached the square 
 at the entrance to the Governor's palace, where the 
 rest of the party, except Billy and Colonel Little- 
 wood, were waiting. The rest of the party had 
 been waiting some time, and were cross. Mrs. 
 Forbes was for going straight home, and if Winnie, 
 touched by the wobegone aspect of her sister's 
 admirer, had not intervened, she would probably 
 have done so. Mr. Forbes remarked plaintively : 
 
 1 Of course, my dear Lysaght, since you and your 
 friend have been kind enough to invite us to supper, 
 we must keep our engagement — although I may 
 say that, personally, I never touch supper, but
 
 168 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 surely we may proceed to the restaurant without 
 further delay. No doubt Mr. Bellew would prefer 
 our doing so.' 
 
 To the restaurant they accordingly adjourned, 
 and they had scarcely taken their places at a 
 table which Harry's forethought had made beauti- 
 ful with floral decoration, when Billy and the 
 Colonel came in. The supper was excellent ; the 
 dishes were well chosen and well served, and the 
 champagne was iced to the right point ; but, 
 viewed in the light of a festive gathering, it was 
 not a success. Mrs. Forbes obstinately refused to 
 talk to Mrs. Littlewood ; Harry Lysaght was silent 
 and gloomy ; Daisy, with her offending and 
 offended suitor on her left hand and the Colonel 
 on her right, was obviously out of temper, while 
 Billy, perceiving the general discontent, remorse- 
 fully accused himself of being its sole cause. He 
 murmured something of the sort to his neighbour, 
 who was not quite so prompt or so hearty with her 
 consolatory assurance as she had been earlier in 
 the evening.
 
 MOONLIGHT 169 
 
 1 Oh, I think we have all enjoyed ourselves very 
 much — upon the whole,' she answered a little hesi- 
 tatingly. ' I shall never forget that view from the 
 Kasbah, and it is really most kind of you to have 
 prepared such a magnificent entertainment as this 
 for us. Only you mustn't mind if we go away 
 presently ; because it has been rather a tiring walk 
 for my father, and he always keeps very early 
 hours.' 
 
 Winifred, in truth, had not yet recovered from 
 the effects of her conversation with Mrs. Little- 
 wood, which had produced a most unpleasant im- 
 pression upon her : she did not feel equal to the 
 task of comforting Mrs. LittlewoocVs admirer, and 
 she was not sorry when her mother broke up the 
 party by rising. 
 
 ' "Well, at all events,' thought Billy, after he had 
 helped the Forbeses into their carriage and had seen 
 them drive away, ' we haven't had a disreputable 
 scene, as we might have had if they had stayed later. 
 That's something to be thankful for V 
 
 In point of fact, there was a little scene before
 
 170 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 Colonel Little wood could be persuaded to go home. 
 Since his arrival he had been steadily imbibing all 
 the champagne that he could lay his hands upon ; 
 but he did not yet feel that he had had nearly 
 enough, and he expressed his firm intention of 
 remaining where he was for another hour at 
 least. Consequently, a certain amount of mild 
 coercion had to be employed. 
 
 The two entertainers gazed somewhat ruefully at 
 one another after their guests had departed, and 
 one of them could not help laughing. 
 
 ' Upon my word, Lysaght, I'm awfully sorry,' he 
 said ; ' but I told you how it would be.' 
 
 ' Oh no, you didn't — you couldn't !' returned 
 Harry, with considerable acerbity ; ' I defy any- 
 body to tell how things are going to be with some 
 people. As for that brute Littlewood, I sincerely 
 hope the waters of Hammam E'irha will drive the 
 gout to his stomach and kill him.' 
 
 But Billy did not hope that. He had no love for 
 the Colonel ; but he certainly did not hope that.
 
 CHAPTER X. 
 
 MICKY S PRESCRIPTION. 
 
 One hot, but breezy afternoon the hero of this 
 narrative and Micky Forbes, who had been out for 
 a long ride together, were jogging along the high- 
 road which leads through the village of Birnian- 
 drais to Algiers. The horses were over their 
 fetlocks in dust, which rose in dense clouds and 
 swirled away before the wind ; for that whiter had 
 been a fine one (Algerian winters are not always 
 fine), and although there had been a storm, with 
 torrents of rain, a week before, all traces of it had 
 now vanished, save in the increased vividness of 
 the green woods. 
 
 It was more than a week, it was more than ten
 
 172 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 days, since Colonel and Mrs. Littlewood had taken 
 their departure for Harnmam E'irha ; yet Billy 
 Bellew was still in Algiers. That he was still in 
 Algiers was something of a surprise to himself, and 
 certainly it was not for the lack of urgent entreaty 
 that he had failed to follow the lady whose letters 
 from the interior had reached him every day. 
 According to Mrs. Littlewood, Hammam E'irha was 
 one of the most detestable places on the earth's 
 surface. Her husband liked it ; he was taking the 
 baths, he played baccarat every evening with a 
 circle of choice spirits, and he slept during the 
 greater part of the day. She, on the other hand, 
 had neither baths nor baccarat, nor even books, to 
 console her, and what to do with herself from 
 morning to night she did not know. Of course 
 there were walks, and there was a forest where 
 people went and sat ; but who wants to sit in a 
 forest all alone ? Assuredly not Mrs. Littlewood, 
 who pathetically implored Billy to come and sit 
 there with her. 
 
 He wrote to say that he would obey her summons
 
 MICKY'S PRESCRIPTION 173 
 
 immediately, but he had put off his departure from 
 day to day, upon one pretext or another, although he 
 had not deemed it necessary or advisable to mention 
 precisely what his engagements were. Not all of 
 these had taken him to Le Bocage ; but it must be 
 confessed that about three-fourths of them had. 
 Latterly, too, he had not felt quite so guilty ; because 
 Mrs. Littlewood had written in a more cheerful 
 strain. She had picked up a Captain Patten, she said, 
 1 a very nice man,' who amused her and took walks 
 with her and helped her to get through the long 
 weary hours. Billy smiled when he read that art- 
 less avowal. Similar avowals had reached him 
 before, and he knew why they were made, and 
 formerly they had not been without the desired 
 effect. Alas ! once upon a time he would have 
 thirsted for the blood of Captain Patten ; now he 
 only blessed the name of that unknown warrior. 
 
 Still, he did quite mean to go to Hammam R'irha, 
 and he felt that the time had now fully come for 
 him to carry out his intention. He had made up 
 his mind to start on the morrow, which was doubt-
 
 i; 4 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 .^oii why lie became so silent and 
 abstracted towards the close of what he thought 
 would very likely be his last ride with Micky 
 Forbes. His dejected aspect had not escaped 
 the sharp eyes of his young companion, who pre- 
 sently began : 
 
 ' I say, Mr. Bellew, you've got a lit of the blues, 
 haven't you ?' 
 
 Billy sighed and shook his shoulders. 
 
 4 Well, I believe I have, Micky,' he answered ; 
 1 one"s bound to have them every now and then.' 
 
 ' I sometimes get them myself," Micky observed. 
 1 The best cure is riding ; but that doesn't seem to 
 have answered with you. The next best thing that 
 I know of is to have a good long jaw with Winnie. 
 Winnie always makes you feel better, even when 
 she doesn't say much ; it's a sort of way she 
 has.' 
 
 ' That's perfectly true !' cried Billy, brightening 
 up : ' I've noticed it again and again.' 
 
 Micky nodded judicially. 
 
 'Winnie,' he resumed, 'may not be quite what
 
 MICKY'S PRESCRIPTION 175 
 
 you would call a beauty; but, for my part, I like 
 her face better than Daisy's.' 
 
 ' So do I,' interpolated Billy. 
 
 * Yes ; and she's worth hundreds and thousands 
 of Daisies. If I were grown up, and if I weren't 
 her brother, I'd marry Winnie like a shot.' 
 
 'You would have to get her consent first,' 
 observed Billy, laughing. 
 
 1 Oh, she'd consent right enough, if she thought 
 I wanted it very badly. Anything that Winnie can 
 give to a fellow-creature who wants it badly that 
 fellow-creature will get, you may be sure.' 
 
 Micky spoke with emphasis and intention. He 
 had conceived for Mr. Bellew one of those ardent 
 and admiring attachments which most of us were 
 capable of feeling in our early youth, and which 
 some of us have actually felt. In later life we 
 learn that the race of heroes is extinct and that 
 the best of good fellows has his little defects. But 
 Micky would have punched the head of any boy of 
 his own size who should have dared to assert that 
 Mr. Bellew lacked a single heroic quality. Billy
 
 176 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 realized his ideal of what a man ought to be, and, 
 that being so, it seemed both natural and desirable 
 to mate him with the ideal of womanhood — especi- 
 ally as a close observer could detect signs that his 
 own inclination tended in that direction. Winifred, 
 it was true, was engaged to Edmund Kir by — a 
 stiff, solemn fellow, who was no sportsman ; but 
 the prospect of her ever marrying Kirby was so 
 remote that it was hardly worth taking into 
 account, and Micky had been careful to avoid all 
 allusion to the subject in his conversations with 
 his friend. What he had noticed — and noticed 
 with satisfaction — was that, although during the 
 previous ten days his younger sister had employed 
 all her customary manoeuvres for the discomfiture 
 of Harry Lysaght and the subjugation of Mr. 
 Bellew, the latter had evinced a very decided pre- 
 ference for the society of Winnie. He had not, to 
 be sure, had a great deal of it, while he had been a 
 great deal with Daisy ; but that had been due to 
 the force of circumstances. On this particular 
 afternoon the force of circumstances would give
 
 MICKY'S PRESCRIPTION 177 
 
 him a chance, Micky thought ; because Mr. and 
 Mrs. Forbes, accompanied by Daisy and her legiti- 
 mate admirer, had driven over to the Maison 
 Carree, and were not likely to be back for another 
 hour or so. 
 
 Consequently, when the ride was at an end, this 
 juvenile schemer said : 
 
 ' You'll put your horse in the stable and come in, 
 won't you ? Winnie's sure to be somewhere about, 
 and the others will turn up by tea-time, I expect.' 
 
 ' Well,' said Billy, with becoming hesitation, 'if 
 you think I shan't bore your sister.' 
 
 ' I don't think you will,' answered Micky 
 demurely; 'but if you find that you are boring 
 her, or that she is boring you, you can call me, 
 and I'll take you to see a gin that the gardener has 
 set half-way down the hill. He swears there's 
 been a hyena prowling round the last two nights, 
 and we mean catching the brute if we can.' 
 
 Winifred was neither in the house nor at her 
 usual post in the arbour ; but her brother, who 
 knew where to look for her, led the way down the 
 
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 178 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 steep hillside, beyond the limits of the garden, to 
 a point where she was discovered, sure enough, 
 seated on a flat rock amidst the rank growth of 
 asphodel and wormwood, a large white umbrella 
 over her head, an ink-bottle by her side, and a 
 sheaf of proofs upon her knees. 
 
 She looked round and smiled. 
 
 'Back already?' she said. 'Have you had a 
 pleasant ride ? It must have been frightfully hot. 
 Micky, oughtn't you to go in and change ? The 
 sun will be setting soon, you know.' 
 
 ' All right,' answered Micky ; ' I ain't going to 
 sit down. I just want to have a look at that gin, 
 and then I shall put myself indoors for the 
 night.' 
 
 Having thus skilfully accomplished his purpose, 
 he trotted off down the hill ; and Winifred, gazing 
 fondly after him, exclaimed : 
 
 ' He is a good boy, isn't he ? I don't suppose 
 we know what a bother it is to boys to be per- 
 petually told to change their clothes and keep out 
 of draughts and all that.'
 
 MICKY'S PRESCRIPTION 179 
 
 Billy had stretched his long limbs upon the 
 ground by Miss Forbes's side. 
 
 ' Yes, he is a good little chap,' he answered 
 rather absently. And then, 'Am I interrupting 
 you ?' 
 
 I No ; I have almost finished, and there aren't so 
 many mistakes as usual this time, because these 
 slips have been printed from a manuscript of my 
 copying. When papa sends his own manuscripts, 
 we get most startling results, for nobody can read 
 his handwriting, and the printers make up whole 
 paragraphs out of then own heads.' 
 
 Billy took one of the proof-sheets between his 
 finger and thumb and examined it with respectful 
 wonder. 
 
 ' It's extraordinary that a man should be able to 
 reel off page after page like that and have them 
 printed,' he remarked reflectively. ' How on earth 
 they manage to do it beats me. I couldn't put 
 two sentences together if my life depended upon 
 it. But then, of course, I'm an utter duffer.' 
 
 I I don't think it's so very difficult,' said Winnie,
 
 180 BILLY BELLE W 
 
 laughing. ' Some people can do it, and some can't. 
 It's an art like another — like riding, for instance.' 
 
 'Yes; riding is an art,' agreed Billy, with some 
 animation. 'It isn't generally admitted, because 
 almost everybody can sit on a horse's back; but the 
 art's wanted, all the same. And the extraordinary 
 thing is that you'll meet lots of men who go racing 
 all over England every year of their lives without 
 ever twigging it.' 
 
 'Well, you have "twigged" it, at all events,' 
 Winnie remarked. 
 
 ' Yes, I can ride ; I'm glad I can do something. 
 Not that it's much, though, when you come to 
 think of it.' Billy heaved a profound sigh, and 
 added : ' I sometimes wish I had never been born 
 at all.' 
 
 Winifred looked rather grave. She thought she 
 could guess what he wanted to say, and she was 
 doubtful whether to listen to him or to change the 
 subject. For some days past she had been dis- 
 quieted about Mr. Bellew and her sister. Harry 
 Lysaght had been growing jealous and suspicious,
 
 MICKY'S PRESCRIPTION 181 
 
 and, to tell the truth, some cause had been given 
 him for jealousy and suspicion. Winifred, watch- 
 ing the couple, had come to the conclusion that 
 Mr. Bellew, in spite of an outward show of in- 
 difference, had virtually succumbed ; worse than 
 that, she was very much afraid that Daisy herself 
 was now continuing in earnest what had been 
 begun in sport. It was a great pity, and, even if 
 she could do nothing to arrest the progress of 
 events, she did not at least wish to have any hand 
 in the overthrow of poor Harry. 
 
 Billy, who was far from divining what she was 
 thinking about, was a little disappointed by her 
 silence. Presently he sighed again, and remarked : 
 
 'Well, it's been very jolly this last week, and 
 now there's an end of it all. I'm off to Hammam 
 E'irha to-morrow.' 
 
 1 Really ?' said Winifred, raising her eyebrows 
 slightly, but not looking quite as regretful as he 
 had hoped that she would look. ' I suppose you 
 are going to join — your friends,' she added, after a 
 pause. ' Micky will be sorry. Have you told him ?'
 
 182 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 I No,' answered Billy, with a perceptible ring of 
 bitterness in his voice, ' I haven't broken the sad 
 intelligence to Micky yet. I thought I had better 
 begin with you, as there was no danger of your 
 feelings being harrowed.' 
 
 Winifred changed her position a little, and turned 
 her eyes, with an expression of kindly concern, 
 upon the handsome young recumbent giant by her 
 side. 
 
 I I hope you don't think me ungrateful,' she 
 said ; ' } t ou have been most kind to Micky, and I 
 am sure you have done him a world of good ! I 
 shall always remember your kindness to him.' 
 
 1 Oh, there hasn't been any kindness — it has 
 been one word for him and two for myself, really ; 
 and you have nothing at all to thank me for. All 
 the same, I wish Micky wasn't the only person who 
 was going to be sorry at my departure.' 
 
 Doubtless Micky would not be alone in deploring 
 that event ; but it was rather too much to expect 
 of Winifred that she should say so, and she 
 remained silent. As, however, he continued to
 
 MICKY'S PRESCRIPTION 183 
 
 gaze at her expectantly, she ended by re- 
 marking : 
 
 * After all, you are not going to spend the rest of 
 your days at Harnmarn E'irha ! I suppose you 
 will return here with your friends ?' 
 
 'Yes, I shall return with my friends,' answered 
 Billy gloomily. ' That makes a difference, doesn't 
 it?' 
 
 Winifred's colour rose. She thought he was 
 taking a rather unfair advantage of the friendliness 
 with which she had always treated him, and she 
 wished him to understand, once for all, that he 
 must not count upon her alliance. Therefore she 
 said : 
 
 ' Since you ask me, I must confess that I think 
 it does make a difference. I don't mean as to our 
 knowing you and your coming here sometimes ; 
 but ' 
 
 She paused, finding it a little difficult to conclude 
 the sentence which she had begun ; but he did not 
 help her out ; so she had to resume : ' What I mean 
 is that perhaps, under the circumstances, it is best
 
 1 84 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 not to be too intimate. I think you must see that 
 yourself.' 
 
 She became very red after she had made this 
 unequivocal and very uncivil declaration ; but Billy, 
 whose eyes were fixed upon a prickly-pear bush, the 
 thick leaves of which he was slashing and hacking 
 viciously with the handle of his riding- whip, did 
 not detect that sign of distress. He himself was 
 not red ; on the contrary he was, as she could not 
 help noticing, curiously pale. 
 
 'Yes, I quite see it,' he answered quietly; ' and 
 
 I won't try to be intimate any more.' 
 
 Winnie's soft heart was immediately touched. 
 She felt that she had been cruelly harsh, and she 
 felt also — not for the first time — a great in- 
 dignation against the selfishness of Mrs. Little- 
 wood. 
 
 1 Mr. Bellew,' she said gently, ' don't you think 
 you might summon up courage to do a rather dis- 
 agreeable thing, and — and regain your liberty? 
 Don't misunderstand me,' she went on hurriedly, 
 
 I I don't want you to do it at once ; that is, so far
 
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 as we are concerned, it is of no great importance, 
 I was thinking of yourself.' 
 
 Billy shook his head. 
 
 ' Thank you ; it's awfully good of you to think 
 about me,' he answered ; ' but I'm afraid I couldn't 
 be such a brute as to claim my liberty. If it were 
 given to me, that would be another thing. Some- 
 times I wonder whether you don't think worse of 
 me and poor Blanche Littlewood than we deserve. 
 I should like to tell you the whole story, if you 
 didn't mind ?' 
 
 1 Oh, you needn't !' returned Winifred with a 
 touch of impatience. ' I heard it all from her that 
 night when we went to the old town. I am sorry 
 that she has a tipsy husband ; but I can't see that 
 that is any reason why she should ruin your life 
 for you.' 
 
 Billy sighed. He was too loyal to breathe a 
 disparaging word about the woman of whose 
 exactions he had grown so desperately weary — too 
 loyal even to listen to any disparagement of her. 
 If he had been disloyal in losing his heart to
 
 1 86 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 Winifred Forbes — and it was now beyond a doubt 
 that he had lost both his heart and been disloyal in 
 so doing — his duty clearly was to keep the secret of 
 his treachery to himself. Not feeling quite confident 
 that he would have it in his power to accomplish 
 that feat if he remained where he was much longer, 
 he jumped up and said abruptly that he thought he 
 had better be off. 
 
 Towards the hour of sunset the atmosphere of 
 the whole country-side round about Algiers is heavy 
 with penetrating aromatic odours which rise from 
 the flowering shrubs, the rosemary hedges, the 
 asphodels, and the eucalyptus woods. Until Billy 
 Bellew turned his back upon Algeria for the last 
 time, the recurrence of that hour and of those 
 mingled scents never failed to give him a sharp 
 twinge about the region of the heart ; nor did these 
 ever fail to bring back to him the image of Winifred 
 as he saw her then, standing with her back to the 
 sunset sky, against which two tall stone-pines rose 
 black and clearly defined. But he could not after- 
 wards recall exactly what she had said. She had
 
 MICKY'S PRESCRIPTION 187 
 
 made some sort of an apology, he thought; she 
 had promised to make his adieux to the others, and 
 she had looked very sorry. 
 
 Yes, she had certainly looked very sorry ; if that 
 was any comfort, he might take it to himself and 
 make the most of it, because he was not likely to 
 get any other. Of course she had understood ; and 
 of course — as she had been careful to mention — 
 the recovery of his liberty would not, even if he 
 had recovered it, have been ' of any great import- 
 ance ' to her. Upon the whole, Micky's prescription 
 could hardly be said to have proved a success.
 
 CHAPTEE XL 
 
 A WESTERLY BREEZE. 
 
 After all, Billy was not destined to journey to 
 Hammam B'irha, or to sit with Mrs. Little wood in 
 the forest which adjoins that somewhat melancholy 
 health resort. A letter which he found on his 
 table when he reached the hotel conveyed to him 
 the pleasing intelligence that the writer's term of 
 banishment was nearly at an end. 
 
 1 Alfred can't tear himself away from the baths 
 and the baccarat,' she wrote ; ' but, as he doesn't 
 insist upon my remaining with him, and as he 
 really doesn't require me, I have decided to strike 
 my tent. I have written to the servants to say 
 that they may expect me the day after to-morrow ;
 
 A WESTERLY BREEZE 189 
 
 but perhaps you had better go up there and see 
 that the fires are lighted and the rooms properly 
 aired. One can't trust these people. Captain 
 Patten has kindly promised to take charge of me 
 as far as Algiers. He is going off to Tunis, which 
 I am sorry for, as he has really been a great com- 
 fort to me in the solitude which you didn't think it 
 worth while to come and relieve. I don't know 
 whether I may venture to hope that you will meet 
 me at the station ; but if that is too much trouble, 
 I dare say you will kindly send somebody to collect 
 my luggage for me.' 
 
 Billy obediently betook himself to the railway- 
 station on the following day, after having ascer- 
 tained that Mrs. Littlewood's fires were lighted and 
 her rooms properly aired. He was half glad that 
 he was not going to Hammam E'irha, half sorry 
 that he was not to leave Algiers. It is always a 
 little ridiculous to say good-bye and then remain 
 where you are ; moreover, he felt that, after what 
 Winnie had said, it would be out of the question 
 for him to resume his daily visits to Le Bocage.
 
 190 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 She had as good as asked hira to discontinue them ; 
 added to which it had been only too sadly evident 
 that she despised him. Certainly she had a right 
 to despise him, and if he had been insane enough 
 to tell her in so many words that he loved her, she 
 would have had a right to disbelieve him. Yet he 
 did love her, and had loved her, he thought, almost 
 from the date of their first meeting. How extra- 
 ordinary it seemed now that he should have ever 
 imagined himself in love with Blanche Littlewood ! 
 How extraordinary, and how very unfortunate ! 
 
 ' I should be a thundering blackguard if I were 
 to desert her at this time of day, though !' he said 
 to himself, as he paced up and down the platform, 
 where a few natives, wrapped in dirty burnouses, 
 were squatting patiently, and where three or four 
 loud-voiced colonists in broad-leaved hats were 
 quarrelling over some question of politics. ' No, I 
 must stick to her until she gives me a hint that 
 she has had enough of me.' 
 
 The very last time when any woman is likely to 
 give such a hint is when she has reason to believe
 
 A WESTERLY BREEZE 191 
 
 that it will not be wholly unwelcome, and Mrs. 
 Littlewood, unfortunately, had not as yet had at all 
 enough of Billy Bellew, who was useful to her in a 
 hundred ways. 
 
 The long train rumbled slowly into the station 
 after a time, and delivered her to her expectant 
 admirer, of whom she at once proceeded to make 
 use. 
 
 ' Have you got a carriage for us ?' she asked. 
 1 Please take my dressing-case and the umbrellas — 
 and there's a bundle of rugs somewhere. Oh, and 
 will you go and look after the luggage ? Tell them 
 on no account to put great, heavy boxes on the top 
 of my dress-basket ; it won't bear that sort of 
 treatment, and these people are so horribly rough. 
 Stop one moment ! I want to introduce you to 
 Captain Patten, who has charitably looked after 
 me during this detestable journey. I mean,' she 
 added, correcting herself with a gracious little 
 smile, ' that it would have been a detestable 
 journey if Captain Patten hadn't been with me to 
 cheer me up.'
 
 192 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 Captain Patten did not present the appearance 
 of being particularly well qualified by nature to 
 cheer up anybody. He was a very long man with 
 a very long moustache and a countenance which 
 expressed absolutely nothing at all. He took off 
 his hat, held out his hand, and mentioned that he 
 would not have much more than time to get on 
 board the steamer for Tunis. He had taken leave 
 of Mrs. Little wood and had disappeared when 
 Billy returned from his quest in the baggage 
 department, 
 
 * He reminds me a good deal of you,' Mrs. 
 Littlewood was so kind as to say, after she had 
 taken her place in the open carriage (alas ! why 
 was it an open carriage, and why had cruel Fate 
 decreed that Lady Ottery and Mrs. Nugent and 
 half a dozen others should be driving down the 
 hill while this couple ascended it ?) ; ' he has 
 just your cool, impassive way of taking every- 
 thing as it comes. I'm not like that ; I can't 
 pretend to be so philosophical. No, not even for 
 the sake of keeping the peace will I pretend that
 
 A WESTERLY BREEZE 193 
 
 I didn't think it very unkind of you to leave rne 
 quite alone in that desert all this time.' 
 
 ' But you weren't quite alone, it seems,' pleaded 
 Billy ; ' besides, I was on the point of starting for 
 Hammam R'irha when I got your letter.' 
 
 * Oh, I dare say ! : returned the lady sceptically ; 
 * by your own account, you have been upon the 
 point of starting for the last ten days.' 
 
 However, she was more easily pacified than he 
 had dared to anticipate that she would be. Of 
 course he had to confess that, during her absence, 
 the greater part of his time had been spent with 
 the Forbes family ; but, by good luck, she did not 
 happen to be jealous of Daisy, and apparently it 
 had never entered into her head to regard Winifred 
 as a possible rival. She ended by saying : 
 
 ' Well, I think I must forgive you. It wouldn't 
 do to quarrel, now that we are going for once to 
 have a really happy time together, would it ? 
 Alfred doesn't mean to hurry back ; he said, " Oh, 
 you'll be all right with Billy Bellew to look after 
 you !" So like him, wasn't it ? 
 
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 i 9 4 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 It was indeed — just like him ! Also it would be 
 just like Mrs. Littlewood to insist upon having a 
 really happy time with Mr. Bellew under circum- 
 stances which surely demanded some slight exercise 
 of prudence and caution. It may be hoped that 
 the ensuing week was a happy one for her, because 
 it was quite the reverse of happy for her docile 
 companion. Naturally, he was kept on duty all 
 day long ; but even if he had not been, he would 
 have abstained from calling on his friends at Le 
 Bocage. He thought that the best plan would be 
 not to go to the house again unless he was asked. 
 They must have heard from Lysaght that he was 
 still in Algiers, and if they wanted to see him they 
 would probably say so. The chances were that 
 they didn't want to see him, and that they would 
 be glad of an excuse for quietly dropping his 
 acquaintance. Lysaght, for one, had been a good 
 deal less friendly in his manner of late. 
 
 But there were two inhabitants of Le Bocage 
 who neither desired nor intended to drop Mr. 
 Bellew's acquaintance. One of them ran down to
 
 A WESTERLY BREEZE 195 
 
 the Hotel d'Orient, waited till he appeared, asked 
 him a number of embarrassing questions, and 
 could by no means be induced to depart until he 
 had promised to come out for a ride early in the 
 morning, Billy having explained that he was 
 pretty sure to be busy from breakfast-time 
 onwards. The other accosted him at a garden- 
 party to which he had been invited (and to which 
 Mrs. Littlewood had not been invited) by Lady 
 Ottery. 
 
 1 Well, Mr. Bellew,' she began ; * and what is the 
 meaning of this, please ?' 
 
 1 The meaning of what ?' inquired Billy feebly. 
 
 He did not much like Daisy Forbes, but latterly 
 she had amused him ; and, although he thought it 
 too bad of her to affect to flirt with him in order to 
 exasperate her wooer, he could not but acknowledge 
 that the temptation must be rather strong to ex- 
 asperate a fellow who made such a fool of himself 
 as Lysaght often did. 
 
 ' Why, of your turning your back upon us with- 
 out rhyme or reason,' she answered. ' What have
 
 196 BILLY BELLE W 
 
 we done ? One likes at least to be told what one's 
 offence is.' 
 
 ' There's no offence at all,' answered Billy ; 
 ' only I haven't had much time to myself these 
 last few days. You see, Mrs. Littlewood is back 
 from Hammam B'irha, and ' 
 
 ' Quite so ; we all understand that you prefer 
 Mrs. Littlewood's society to ours,' interrupted 
 Daisy, who would have spoken with less good- 
 humour if she had not been convinced of the 
 contrary ; ' but don't you think the two might 
 sometimes be combined ?' 
 
 Billy smiled, and shook his head. ' Not again, 
 thank you. Have you forgotten our visit to the 
 old town by moonlight ?' 
 
 ' Well, that was not exactly a success, I admit, 
 but then there were reasons. Colonel Littlewood 
 was one reason, and papa and mamma were two 
 more. If Mrs. Littlewood will come out sailing 
 with us the day after to-morrow, as I hope she 
 will, none of those drawbacks will be present. Mr. 
 Lysaght knows of a capital boat, and he wants us
 
 A WESTERLY BREEZE 197 
 
 all to sail across to Cap Matifou. Wouldn't you 
 like to come ? It will be something to do, you 
 know. And you'll ask Mrs. Littlewood, won't 
 you?' 
 
 1 Of course I should like it very much,' an- 
 swered Billy ; ' but I can't say whether Mrs. 
 Littlewood would or not. Why are you so anxious 
 that she should come ?' 
 
 ' Because we must have a chaperon, don't you 
 see. Nothing would induce mamma to enter a 
 vessel of any sort or kind unless it is absolutely 
 necessary, and she has taken it into her head that 
 it wouldn't be proper for us to make this little 
 expedition without a matron to look after us. I 
 should have thought Winnie was as good as any 
 matron ; but mamma doesn't see it in that light, 
 and it would be quite ridiculous to ask Lady 
 Ottery, or any of those old things. So if Mrs. 
 Littlewood refuses. I'm afraid the expedition will 
 fall through. Perhaps you had better not tell her 
 that, though.' 
 
 He was careful to steer clear of any such
 
 198 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 gratuitous folly, for he did not at all want the 
 expedition to fall through. He was not sure that 
 it sounded in all respects promising ; still, it 
 would at least bring him near to Winifred for an 
 hour or two, and to be near her was the only 
 form of happiness that he could now expect to 
 enjoy. What was a little unlucky was that 
 Mrs. Littlewood was a very indifferent sailor, 
 and this was, in fact, the objection which that lady 
 put forward as soon as the project was broached 
 to her : 
 
 ' I am not going to be sick in public to please 
 anybody,' she declared. ' I don't mind acting 
 chaperon if it's agreed beforehand that I'm not to 
 be asked to quit terra firma unless the sea is 
 smooth.' 
 
 ' Well, one can't sail in a flat calm, you know,' 
 observed Billy; ' but if this wind holds, there won't 
 be any sea to speak of. I don't suppose the others 
 would care to go if it was really rough.' 
 
 Thus reassured, Mrs. Littlewood accepted with- 
 out further demur the functions which it was
 
 A WESTERLY BREEZE 199 
 
 sought to impose upon her. She still hankered 
 after intimacy, or at least the appearance of 
 intimacy, with the Forbes family — she perceived 
 that it would be impossible for Mrs. Forbes to 
 ignore her after she had taken charge of the two 
 girls for a whole day; finally, she was growing 
 very weary of seeing nobody but Billy Bellew from 
 morning to night. Since her return, Billy had 
 been so attentive and devoted that he had ceased 
 to be interesting, and, good fellow though he was, 
 he did not, it had to be confessed, shine as a con- 
 versationalist. 
 
 At the time of the above conversation the wind 
 was in the north, which all along the Algerian coast 
 is the very best quarter that it can blow from, for 
 in those latitudes northerly breezes not only bring 
 clear skies and fine weather, but are always steady 
 and seldom strong. Unfortunately, a shift of 
 several points towards the west took place during 
 the night, and that, as Billy knew, made a differ- 
 ence. Not that it was blowing hard in the morn- 
 ing, but gusts could be seen sweeping over the bay,
 
 200 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 the sky was streaked with mares' tails, and the 
 distances had become hazy. 
 
 1 We shan't get across to Matifou to-day ; or, 
 at least, if we do, we shan't get back again,' Billy 
 remarked to Harry Lysaght before starting to fetch 
 Mrs. Little wood. 
 
 ' Oh, bosh !' returned Harry, in the petulant 
 accents which had recently become habitual to 
 him ; 'it's all right. For goodness' sake, don't go 
 and spoil the whole thing by saying that. There's 
 no reason why we shouldn't have a sail, any way, 
 and it will be easy enough to keep in under the 
 land if we find there's too much sea outside.' 
 
 Billy had no wish to spoil sport, and he accord- 
 ingly refrained from mentioning his misgivings to 
 Mrs. Little wood, who remarked with satisfaction 
 that the sea was ' beautifully smooth.' That 
 portion of it which she could see from her garden 
 was smooth enough, but while driving down 
 towards the town she obtained a wider and a 
 much less comforting view. The great blue 
 expanse of the bay was dappled with white caps,
 
 A WESTERLY BREEZE 201 
 
 the eastern extremity of it looked much further off 
 than usual ; a steamer which was about to enter 
 the harbour was rolling scandalously. 
 
 1 Good gracious V exclaimed Mrs. Little wood, 
 1 I'm not going out in that ; why, it's blowing a 
 gale !' 
 
 'Oh no, not a gale,' said Billy, laughing : 'but 
 the wind has freshened in the last half -hour, I 
 must admit. Still, we may as well go on to the 
 quay and find out what the others would like 
 to do.' 
 
 ' It may interest you to find out what they 
 would like to do,' returned Mrs. Littlewood calmly ; 
 ' but perhaps it is rather more to the purpose that 
 you should hear what I should not like to do, 
 and don't intend to do. Sooner than be tossed 
 about on those mountainous waves I would dis- 
 appoint every Forbes that ever lived — and you into 
 the bargain.' 
 
 The waves could hardly be described as moun- 
 tainous, but Billy was quite willing to let Mrs. 
 Littlewood call them anything she pleased, so long
 
 202 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 as she did not order the coachman to turn round 
 and drive home. Personally, he did not much 
 care whether he went out sailing that day or not ; 
 what he wanted was to see Winifred, and he pre- 
 sumed that when once the party had been assembled, 
 it would not immediately disperse. 
 
 Harry Lysaght stepped forward to open the 
 carriage-door when they reached the quay ; Wini- 
 fred, Daisy and Micky were standing close behind 
 him ; the little open boat, with its Arab boatman, 
 was gently rising and falling beside the landing 
 steps. Evidently no idea of abandoning the ex- 
 pedition had been entertained, and Harry's face 
 fell when Mrs. Littlewood ejaculated : 
 
 1 You don't mean to say that you really think of 
 sailing in such weather !' 
 
 ' Oh, it isn't at all bad weather — it isn't, I assure 
 you !' he answered eagerly. ' I think we shall 
 have to give up Cap Matifou, because it would be 
 such along job to beat back; but there's no earthly 
 reason why we shouldn't have a very jolly sail, 
 and by keeping under the land we shall avoid
 
 A WESTERLY BREEZE 203 
 
 anything like rough water. You'll be astonished 
 to find how smooth it is when you get out.' 
 
 ' That pleasing surprise will not be for me,' re- 
 turned Mrs. Littlewood firmly. ' Very sorry to 
 put you to inconvenience, good people ; but I 
 stipulated from the first that I wasn't to be taken 
 to sea in rough weather, and I won't be — nothing 
 would induce me ! All I can say is that if you 
 like to go without me, I won't tell. And you 
 needn't bother about me. Mr. Bellew shall go the 
 round of the mosques with me ; I haven't seen 
 them yet.' 
 
 As may be supposed, this suggestion was not 
 very favourably received. Winifred was decidedly 
 of opinion that a chaperon was necessary, Daisy 
 had no notion of relinquishing Mr. Bellew, and 
 Harry Lysaght was obstinately determined upon 
 carrying out his plan. 
 
 'A pretty set of funks these fellows will think 
 us !' he exclaimed angrily. ' Other people must 
 do as they choose, but I'll go out, if I have to go 
 alone !'
 
 2o 4 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 The above heroic resolution was only announced 
 after a prolonged discussion, in the course of which 
 it had become painfully apparent that Daisy had 
 gone over to the enemy. Winifred, actuated by 
 feelings of compassion, had backed up Harry, had 
 consented to waive the chaperon question, and had 
 even, by his request, seated herself in the boat. 
 Micky, on hearing that cowardice might possibly be 
 imputed to those who declined the risk of sea- 
 sickness, at once decided to join her, but was 
 ordered ashore again. 
 
 1 You mustn't get wet,' Winifred whispered ; 
 ' please go with the others and leave Harry to me 
 for a little : that will be much the best way. Most 
 likely we shall join you before you have gone very 
 far.' 
 
 It may be that Harry had not quite expected to 
 be taken at his word ; but as Daisy promptly 
 turned on her heel, waving him a smiling adieu, 
 and as Mrs. Littlewood and Billy followed suit, 
 there was nothing for it but to shove off. He took 
 the tiller, and, while the Arab was hoisting the
 
 A WESTERLY BREEZE 205 
 
 sail, threw an indignant and reproachful glance at 
 poor Winnie, who certainly was not in her present 
 position for her own pleasure. He did not speak 
 until they were clear of the harbour, when he re- 
 marked with an angry laugh : 
 
 1 This is sufficiently ridiculous, isn't it ?' 
 1 Tit Vas voulu, Georges Dandin V thought Wini- 
 fred to herself ; but she was too kind-hearted and 
 too sorry for him to express her thoughts. Instead 
 of doing so, she answered apologetically : ' It really 
 was the only way out of the difficulty. You wouldn't 
 give in, and Mrs. Littlewood wouldn't give in ; so 
 we had no alternative but a compromise.' 
 
 'I don't know what you call a compromise,' 
 returned the irate Harry. ' I remember that, 
 when I was a small boy, I used sometimes to be 
 asked whether I would fight or take a licking. As 
 a general rule, I said I would fight, and then, as a 
 general rule, I got the licking. It seems to me 
 that I have been put in pretty much the same 
 position to-day. Of course the whole thing was 
 arranged beforehand : your sister never had the
 
 2o6 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 slightest intention of coming out sailing. Well, I 
 might have meekly taken a licking and tramped 
 through the town with you or Mrs. Littlewood, 
 while she and Bellew lost their way in one of the 
 back-streets ; but I didn't see the fun of that. I 
 preferred to fight, and — here I am.' 
 
 1 Oh, but that doesn't prove that you have been 
 licked,' said Winifred, laughing. 
 
 ' Doesn't it ? Glad you take such a cheerful 
 view of the situation. For my own part, I 
 believe my wisest course would be to admit myself 
 beaten at once and go home by the next 
 steamer.' 
 
 It took some time and not a little patience to 
 persuade this young man that there was still 
 hope for him, that Daisy was not guilty of the 
 Macchiavelian design ascribed to her, and that Mrs. 
 Littlewood might be trusted to keep a watchful eye 
 upon Mr. Bellew. But Winifred, who knew how to 
 manage him, accomplished her purpose eventually ; 
 though she did not venture to suggest getting about 
 until they were well out to sea and she had been
 
 A WESTERLY BREEZE 207 
 
 pretty, well drenched with spray. But at length 
 she made so bold as to remark : 
 
 1 1 doubt whether Mrs. Littlewood would have 
 liked this ; and, to tell you the honest truth, I 
 don't altogether like it myself.' 
 
 By this time a nasty lumpy sea had got up, and 
 the wind was blowing in violent gusts which ren- 
 dered sailing, if not actually dangerous, decidedly 
 unpleasant. Harry turned his head towards his 
 consoler, and for the first time noticed her dripping 
 condition. 
 
 * What a brute I am !' he exclaimed compunc- 
 tiously ; ' why, you're wet through ! Of course 
 we'll put back at once. I was thinking about 
 myself and I clean forgot you ; that's what you 
 make everybody do, and the consequence is that 
 you never get any thanks. Nevertheless, I do 
 thank you, and I dare say you're right about Daisy 
 — I hope you are. Anyhow, one can but try. I 
 promise you that I'll behave very prettily to her 
 when we get on shore.' 
 
 This was satisfactory; but the return voyage
 
 208 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 proved a long and troublesome business, so that 
 the afternoon was well advanced before Winifred, 
 with a ruined hat and jacket and her eyes and her 
 mouth full of salt, disembarked at the landing- 
 steps. At that time of day there really did not 
 seem to be much use in hunting for the seceding 
 members of the party.
 
 CHAPTEK XII. 
 
 MISPLACED CONFIDENCE. 
 
 If Heaven had not blessed Billy Bellew with a 
 singularly sweet temper, and if his own efforts had 
 not secured for him an unfailing power of self- 
 control, he would no doubt have said something 
 that he ought not to have said when he saw the 
 boat in which Winifred was seated pushed off from 
 the quay. Even as it was, he could not help looking 
 rather disgusted, and Daisy lost no time in taking 
 him to task. 
 
 1 Are you regretting that you didn't cast in your 
 lot with those two adventurous spirits?' she in- 
 quired. ' If you are, and if you think their com- 
 
 vol. i. 14
 
 210 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 pany would be more amusing than ours, it isn't too 
 late to hail them.' 
 
 Billy said he only regretted that they should have 
 been shipped off in that unnecessary way. ' I don't 
 see why Lysaght should have been so obstinate 
 about it,' he added. 
 
 Daisy shrugged her shoulders. ' He is apt to 
 be obstinate,' she remarked ; ' and sometimes it 
 isn't a bad plan to let obstinate people have their 
 way. They don't always like it when they have 
 got it, you see. A little lesson of this kind will do 
 Mr. Lysaght no harm.' 
 
 'Perhaps not; but it doesn't follow that your 
 sister ought to be punished with him.' 
 
 ' How many times am I to tell you that Winnie 
 is an exception to all general rules ? Punishment 
 indeed ! — why, you couldn't have asked her to do 
 anything that she would have enjoyed more than 
 what she is doing now. You may depend upon it 
 that she has already begun to stroke Mr. Lysaght 
 down, and pat him on the back, and tell him what 
 a fine fellow he is, and how disappointed we all
 
 MISPLACED CONFIDENCE 211 
 
 are because Mrs. Littlewood wouldn't let us go out 
 in his boat. Don't make yourself uneasy about 
 Winnie ; she is as happy as possible, and it only 
 remains for us to be as happy as we can without 
 her. Have you seen the mosques ? It's your duty 
 to see them some time or other, you know.' 
 
 Mrs. Littlewood concurred in this view, and Micky 
 at once volunteered to run on and look for the 
 indispensable Hamoud, who during many years has 
 conducted foreign visitors to the sights of Algiers, 
 has got up Aissaoua fetes for their amusement, and 
 has given them the benefit of calm, disinterested 
 counsel in their transactions with native dealers. 
 Hamoud was, as usual, pacing majestically up and 
 down the Boulevard de la Re'publique. His 
 embroidered turban, his white burnous, his blue 
 spectacles and his voluminous breeches were 
 speedily recognised by Micky, who said, in the 
 peculiar dialect which he had found quite adequate 
 to the requirements of daily life in a French de- 
 pendency : 
 
 'Look here, Hamoud, nous voulons voir les
 
 2i2 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 mosques and toutes les autres choses of that sort, 
 you know; so, si vous n'etes pas engage, come 
 on! 5 
 
 Hamoud was free, and was entirely at the dis- 
 position of these ladies and gentlemen. He said 
 they would go first to the mosque in the Rue de la 
 Marine, which is the most ancient in the town, and 
 is believed to date from the eleventh century. It 
 is not a particularly striking or interesting edifice, 
 the interior being, like that of all mosques, abso- 
 lutely bare, and the whitewashed columns and 
 horseshoe arches possessing no special claims to 
 beauty; still, Hamoud, after having, as in duty 
 bound, shod his party in enormous slippers, had a 
 good many leisurely observations to make upon the 
 subject. The truth is that the sights of Algiers are 
 few in number, and when one is paid by time it 
 does not do to neglect details. 
 
 For the rest, these sight-seers were in no hurry, 
 nor did they care very much whether what they 
 were being shown was worth looking at or not. 
 They were taken next to the Grand Mosque on the
 
 MISPLACED CONFIDENCE 213 
 
 Place du Gouverneruent, the exterior of which, with 
 its white dome and illuminated clock-tower, was 
 already a familiar object to them ; and then they 
 were led to the fish -market, which their guide 
 assured them, truly enough, was tres-curieax. 
 Nowhere else in the world, one would think (and 
 hope) can such extraordinary and repulsive sea- 
 monsters be exhibited for sale as in the fish-market 
 of Algiers. Every variety of improbable-looking 
 crustacean, hideous caricatures of fish which are 
 not too lovely even in more Northern waters, 
 mussels and snails and horrible spotted eels, lie 
 there in profusion upon the wet slabs, and, judging 
 by the noisy chaffering which is always going on 
 around them, find willing purchasers. 
 
 'Do you mean to tell me,' asked Billy solemnly, 
 as he pointed with his stick to a writhing heap 
 of eels, 'that anybody actually eats those filthy 
 snakes ?' 
 
 1 Plait-il ?' said Hamoud ; and then, realizing 
 the nature of the question put to him : ' Oui, oui, 
 c'est pour manger — excellent — vary goot!'
 
 2i 4 BILLY BELLE W 
 
 He gathered his fingers into a bunch, raised 
 them to his lips and nodded expressively. 
 
 ' Talking of eating,' remarked Mrs. Littlewood, 
 ' what are we going to do about luncheon? I don't 
 know how the rest of you may feel, but I'm getting 
 rather hungry !' 
 
 'So am I,' said Micky; 'and, by Jove! the 
 luncheon-basket has gone off in the boat.' 
 
 ' I dare say it will be back again presently,' Mrs. 
 Littlewood observed ; ' nobody could be insane 
 enough to stay out at sea much longer in this 
 hurricane, and certainly nobody could feel tempted 
 to eat. However, I don't think we will wait for its 
 return. The best way will be for us to go to one of 
 the hotels, and we can see whatever else there is to 
 be seen in the afternoon, if you like. In the mean- 
 time, Hamoud might keep an eye on the quay, so 
 as to be able to let Miss Forbes and Mr. Lysaght 
 know where we are when they come in.' 
 
 This proposition meeting with general approval, 
 a move was made towards the Hotel de la Kegence, 
 where a substantial, if not highly recherche, repast
 
 MISPLACED CONFIDENCE 215 
 
 was obtained ; but although the preparing and con- 
 sumption thereof occupied a considerable time, the 
 missing couple did not make their appearance to 
 claim a share in it, and Billy ended by becoming 
 fidgety. The feathery bamboos outside the hotel 
 were tossing wildly in the wind, shutters were 
 banging, awnings were flapping and cracking like 
 musketry ; it was just the sort of weather in which 
 an accident might easily happen, and that boat of 
 Lysaght's did not look as if she had much hold on 
 the water. 
 
 ' I think, if you don't mind, I'll just go and 
 have a look out over the bay,' he said at length 
 to Daisy, whose efforts to entertain him had not 
 so far met with any marked success. ' You 
 needn't be in the least alarmed, I am sure; only 
 one doesn't quite know what sort of weather these 
 little craft make of it in a head wind, and it's 
 possible that our friends out there may be in need 
 of assistance.' 
 
 'We'll all go,' answered Daisy, rising promptly. 
 * Micky, if you eat any more bananas and dates
 
 216 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 you'll make yourself ill, and then you'll catch it 
 from Winnie.' 
 
 She was not much alarmed for her sister's safety, 
 but she was by no means desirous that Mr. Bellew 
 should start off on a quixotic and unnecessary 
 voyage of rescue, and the patient Hamoud, who 
 was found leaning over the parapet of the boulevard 
 and gazing out to sea, earned her gratitude by 
 laughing at Billy's anxious inquiries. He pointed 
 to the white sail which was swaying and dipping in 
 the offing, and remarked that those who were in 
 the boat had made up their minds to return a 
 quarter of an hour before. 
 
 'lis ne risquent rien, allez !' he added. 'Le 
 batelier il est bon marin — goot sailah, comme vous 
 dites, vous autres. Seulement, c'est du temps qu'il 
 faut pour revenir. lis en ont encore pour une 
 heure et demie — one hour, one haff. Yenez voir 
 1'archevecheV 
 
 Hamoud threw the corner of his burnous over 
 his shoulder and waddled off in the direction of 
 the old town, beckoning after the imperious fashion
 
 MISPLACED CONFIDENCE 217 
 
 which is common to guides and valets de jAace all 
 the world over. Daisy and Billy followed him, 
 the former cheerfully and the latter a little re- 
 luctantly, while Mrs. Littlewood and Micky brought 
 up the rear. It was not very like Mrs. Littlewood 
 to acquiesce in an arrangement of that kind ; but, 
 as has been said before, she was not jealous 
 of Daisy Forbes, and she was just the least bit 
 in the world tired of talking to Billy. More- 
 over, Micky amused her, which was a very good 
 reason for walking with him and drawing him 
 out. 
 
 Now, Micky was undoubtedly a very clever boy, 
 but at his age one does not know everything, and 
 it certainly had never occurred to him that the 
 relations between his friend Mr. Bellew and Mrs. 
 Littlewood could be other than those of ordinary 
 friendship. Mrs. Littlewood was a married woman 
 — it is to be feared that he would also have called 
 her an old woman ; she could, therefore, have 
 nothing to do with Mr. Bellew's love affairs, beyond 
 taking a benevolent interest in them, which, indeed,
 
 2i8 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 she seemed to feel. Thus it was that Micky allowed 
 himself to be drawn out after a fashion and by 
 methods which he would assuredly have detected 
 and baffled, had he been a little older or a little 
 better informed . 
 
 Not that Mrs. Littlewood, when she began ques- 
 tioning him, had the faintest suspicion of what she 
 was about to hear. She was actuated merely by a 
 languid and rather contemptuous curiosity as to 
 the state of Daisy's affections. She knew by ex- 
 perience that women of all ages were perpetually 
 falling in love with Billy Bellew, and she knew that 
 that fortunate or unfortunate man almost always 
 remained in ignorance of the flattering fact. The 
 little Forbes girl might have lost her heart to him or 
 might be only flirting with him ; either way, it did 
 not much signify ; still, one might as well ascertain 
 the truth. And so, to her utter amazement, she 
 did ascertain the truth, or something very like it. 
 At first she was incredulous, taking it for granted 
 that the boy had made a sort of hero of his big 
 friend, as boys will, that he had naturally thought
 
 MISPLACED CONFIDENCE 219 
 
 it would be very nice to have his friend for a 
 brother-in-law and that he had not less naturally 
 overlooked the comparatively unimportant circum- 
 stance that his elder sister was hardly the kind of 
 person of whom a young and handsome man, with 
 considerable means and sporting tastes, was likely 
 to become enamoured. But by degrees the convic- 
 tion forced itself upon her that Micky's assertions, 
 preposterous as they appeared, were founded upon 
 something more than a germ of reality. Billy was 
 such a fool — such a hopeless, helpless fool ! It 
 would not, when you came to think of it, have been 
 a bit unlike him to idealize that tall, thin, common- 
 place girl, or to attribute to her all those domestic 
 virtues which he so profoundly admired, and which, 
 for that matter, she probably possessed. Mrs. 
 Littlewood raged inwardly at the thought of such 
 treachery ; but her outward aspect remained smiling 
 and unruffled. 
 
 ' Between you and me,' said Micky, who had been 
 much encouraged by the sympathetic tone in which 
 she had responded to his previous remarks, 'I don't
 
 220 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 feel any more doubt about him. From one or two 
 things that he has said to me and others that I've 
 noticed, I'm almost sure of what he wants. But 
 I ain't quite so certain about her. I believe she 
 likes him; but she might have reasons for not 
 quite seeing her way to marry him, don't you 
 know ?' 
 
 ' Really ? What reasons, for instance ?' inquired 
 Mrs. Littlewood benevolently. 
 
 Micky was upon the point of mentioning 
 Edmund Kir by, but thought better of it. ' Oh, 
 well, she may think she is wanted at home, or 
 something of that sort,' he answered. ' Anyhow, 
 I know this : just before you came back, and when 
 Mr. Belle w thought he was going to Hammam 
 R'irha, he had a long talk with her — I left them 
 together on purpose — and she cried afterwards. I 
 know she did, because her eyes were red ; and it 
 takes a lot to make Winnie cry, I can tell you ! 
 Now, should you say that she had been refusing 
 him?' 
 
 Mrs. Littlewood opined that such a lamentable
 
 MISPLACED CONFIDENCE 221 
 
 occurrence was not outside the bounds of possi- 
 bility ; but within her heart she said, ' Catch her 
 refusing him ! She wouldn't get a chance like 
 that twice in her life ! It's a great deal more 
 likely that she has accepted him — subject to 
 a condition which it isn't difficult to guess. 
 Well, my good woman, your condition will not 
 be complied with ; I can promise you that 
 much.' 
 
 The conversation of which a fragment has been 
 recorded above was not continuous. It was inter- 
 rupted by perfunctory admiration of the archi- 
 tecture and the tiles at the Archbishop's Palace, 
 by a cursory examination of the objects exposed 
 in the museum, by the monotonous dissertations 
 of Hamoud, and by occasional observations ex- 
 changed with Billy and his fair companion ; but it 
 was resumed as often as occasion permitted, and 
 the upshot of it was that Mrs. Littlewood prepared 
 to take the war-path, while Micky congratulated 
 himself upon having gained a powerful and beuign 
 ally.
 
 222 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 Daisy, meanwhile, had not been wasting her 
 time. If she fancied — as in fact she did — that she 
 had succeeded both in fascinating Mr. Bellew and 
 in making him a little jealous of Harry Lysaght, 
 her error was not wholly inexcusable. Billy, as 
 has been said, hated flirts ; he considered that 
 they deserved nothing except to be paid back in 
 their own coin ; so that when Daisy made a dead 
 set at him, he did not scruple to respond to her 
 advances, nor did he hesitate to humour her by 
 looking mournful when she intimated that Harry, 
 after having been punished for his display of bad 
 temper, would be received back into her good 
 graces. But the game did not amuse him in the 
 least, and he was heartily weary of it long before 
 she was. 
 
 His reiterated suggestions that it was time for 
 them to move down towards the harbour meeting 
 with no attention, he lost patience at length and 
 announced that he would proceed thither alone ; 
 whereupon Hamoud, who remembered perhaps that 
 he was now entitled to a day's pay, and that another
 
 MISPLACED CONFIDENCE 223 
 
 hour of work would not make him any richer, 
 peremptorily assembled his party, saying : ' Allons, 
 descendons ! vous avez tout vu.' 
 
 It did not prove necessary for them to descend any 
 farther than the Boulevard de la Republique ; for 
 at the top of one of the long flights of steps which 
 lead down from that spacious promenade to the 
 quays they encountered Harry Lysaght and Wini- 
 fred, the latter of whom greeted them with a cry of 
 pleased surprise. 
 
 ' Still here ! We thought you would have gone 
 home long ago.' 
 
 'For the matter of that,' observed Daisy, 'we 
 thought you would have come in long ago ; but I 
 suppose you were enjoying yourselves so much that 
 you took no note of time.' 
 
 Harry, who was looking penitent and shame- 
 faced, hastened to repudiate, in an undertone, the 
 accusation that he had enjoyed himself, and Daisy 
 beckoned him apart to lecture and forgive him. 
 It may be that this little manoeuvre was designed 
 to attract the attention of Mr. Bellew ; if so, it
 
 224 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 might as well have been omitted, for Billy had not 
 eyes at the moment except for Winifred, whose 
 draggled plight filled him with concern. 
 
 1 You're literally soaking !' he exclaimed ; ' you 
 must have had an awful time of it !' 
 
 'Oh, it's only salt water, I shan't hurt!' 
 answered Winifred ; ' we didn't really have such 
 a bad time of it. And you — have you had a 
 pleasant day ?' 
 
 ' No ; horrid,' answered Billy, with more truth 
 than politeness. 
 
 Winifred raised her eyebrows, but did not request 
 him to explain himself. She presumed that 
 he had been quarrelling with Daisy; quarrels 
 between Daisy and her admirers were not un- 
 common events. 
 
 After a short pause, she said : ' We have seen 
 nothing of you for a long time.' 
 
 'Well — you cautioned me against trying to be 
 too intimate,' Billy remarked. 
 
 Winifred was a long-suffering creature ; but after 
 all she was human, and rather heavy demands had
 
 MISPLACED CONFIDENCE 225 
 
 already been made upon her stock of patience that 
 day. So she returned, in accents of decided dis- 
 pleasure : 
 
 * You must have understood what I meant, but I 
 am sorry I expressed myself so stupidly. Please 
 forgive me and forget that I ever made that speech. 
 Besides, the house isn't mine, and I have no 
 right to dictate to you whether you shall come 
 to it often or seldom. I suppose you know 
 that you can't come too often to please some 
 of us.' 
 
 Billy was too crushed to attempt any rejoinder. 
 He fell back, and after a few minutes the Forbes 
 party drove away, leaving him with Mrs. Little- 
 wood, who remarked pleasantly : 
 
 ' What an appalling effect wind and waves 
 produce upon some women ! Of course one 
 always knew that that eldest girl was plain, but 
 I had no idea how plain she was until I saw her 
 with those wisps of wet hair hanging over her ears 
 and her cheeks all red and shiny.' 
 
 But Billy did not rise. He answered meekly 
 
 vol. 1. 15
 
 226 BILLY BELLEW 
 
 that he could understand some people thinking 
 Miss Forbes plain, although he did not think so 
 himself : ' But I dare say,' he added, ' I ain't 
 much of a judge of beauty.' 
 
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 Tracked to Doom. | Man from Manchester. 
 
 By A. CONAN DOYLE. 
 
 The Firm of Girdlestone. 
 
 S . JE ANNETTE DUNCAN. 
 
 A Daughter of To day. | Vernon s Aunt. 
 
 By Mrs. ANNIE EDWABDES. 
 
 Archie Lovell. 
 
 By G. MANVILLE FENN. 
 The New Mistress. I The Tiger Lily. 
 
 Witness to the Deed. | The White Virgin. 
 
 By PERCY FITZGERALD. 
 
 Fatal Zero. 
 
 By B. E. FRA1VCILLON. 
 
 One by One. I King or Knave ? 
 
 A Dog and his Shadow. I Ropes of Sand. 
 
 A Real Queen. | Jack Doyle's Daughter. 
 
 Pref.brSirBARTLE FBEBE. 
 
 Pandurang Hari. 
 
 By EDWARD GARRETT. 
 The Capel Girls. 
 
 By PAIL GAULOT. 
 
 The Red Shirts. 
 
 By CHARLES GIRBON. 
 
 Robin Gray. I The Golden Shaft. 
 
 Loving a Dream. | Of High Degree. 
 
 By E. GLAIVVILLE. 
 
 The Lost Heiress. I The Fossicker. , 
 
 A Fair Colonist. | 
 
 By E. J. GOODMAN. 
 The Fate of Herbert Wayne. 
 
 By CECIL GBIFFITH. 
 Corinthia Marazion. 
 
 By SYDNEY GBUNDY. 
 The Days of his Vanity. 
 
 By THOMAS HABDY. 
 Under the Greenwood Tree. 
 
 By BBET HAUTE. 
 
 A Waif of the Plains 
 A Ward of the Golden 
 
 Gate. 
 A Sappho of Green 
 
 Springs 
 
 Susy. 
 
 Sally Dows. 
 
 A Protegee of Jack 
 
 Hamlin s. 
 Bell-Ringer of Angel s. 
 
 Col. Starbottles Client. I Clarence. 
 By JULIAN HAWTHORNE 
 
 Garth 
 
 Beatrix Randolph. 
 
 David Poindexter s Dis- 
 appearance. 
 
 The Spectre of the 
 Camera 
 
 Ellice Quentln. 
 Sebastian Strome. 
 Dust. 
 Fortune's Fool. 
 
 By Sir A. HELPS. 
 Ivan de Biron. 
 
 By I. HENDERSON. 
 Agatha Page. 
 
 By G. A. HENTY. 
 Rujub the Juggler. | Dorothys Double. 
 
 By JOHN HILL. 
 The Common Ancestor. 
 
 By Mrs. HCNGEBFORD. 
 
 Lady Verner's Flight. | The Red-House Mystery 
 
 By Mrs. ALFRED HUNT. 
 
 The Leaden Casket. I Self-Condemned. 
 That Other Person. | Mrs. Juliet. 
 
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 Honour of Thieves. 
 
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 A Drawn Game. 
 ' The WeariDg of the Green. 
 
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 By ED.HOND LEPELLETIER. 
 Madame Sans Gene. 
 
 Ry HARRY LINDSAY. 
 Rhoda Roberts. 
 
 By E. LYNN LINTON. 
 
 Sowing the Wind. 
 The Atonement of Learn 
 
 Dundas. 
 The World Well Lost. 
 The One Too Many. 
 
 Patricia Kemball. 
 
 Under which Lord 7 
 
 " My Love I " 
 
 lone. 
 
 Paston Carew. 
 
 By H. W. LUCY. 
 Gideon Flevce. 
 
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 A Fair Saxon. 1 Waterdale Neighbours. 
 
 Linley Rochford. My Enemy's Daughter. 
 
 Miss Misanthrope. Red Diamonds. 
 
 Donna Quixote. Dear Lady Disdain. 
 
 Maid of Athens. The Dictator. 
 
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 A Soldier of Fortune. 
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 Rldgeley. | Quest. 
 
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 Joseph s Coat. 
 Coals of Fire. 
 
 First Person Singular. 
 Cynic Fortune. 
 The Way of the World. 
 BobMartin's Little GirL 
 Time's Revenges. 
 A Wasted Crime. 
 In Direst Peril. 
 Mount Despair. 
 
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 Old Blazer's Hero. 
 
 Val Strange. | Hearts. 
 
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 By the Gate of the Sea. 
 
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 Strathmore. 
 
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 Cecil Castlemaine'g 
 
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 Puck. 
 
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 Pascarel. 
 Signa. 
 
 Princess Napraxine. 
 Ariadne. 
 
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 Gentle and Simple. 
 
 By JAMES PAYN. 
 
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 In a Winter City. 
 Friendship. 
 Moths. 
 Ruffino. 
 Pipistrello. 
 A Village Commune. 
 Bimbi. 
 Wanda. 
 
 Frescoes. | Othmar. 
 In Maremma. 
 Syrlin. | Guilderoy. 
 Santa Barbara. 
 Two Offenders. 
 
 Lost Sir Massingberd. 
 Less Black than We re 
 
 Painted. 
 A Confidential Agent. 
 A Grape from a Thorn. 
 In Peril and Privation. 
 The Mystery of Mir- 
 
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 Walters Word. 
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 Under One Roof. 
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 The Burnt Million. 
 The Word and the WilL 
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 By yirs. CAMPBELL PRAED. 
 
 Outlaw and Lawmaker. | Christina Chard. 
 
 By JE. C. PRICE. 
 
 Yalentina. I Mrs. Lancaster's Rival. 
 
 The Foreigners. | 
 
 By RICHARD PRYCE, 
 
 Miss Maxwell s Affections. 
 
 By CHARLES READE. 
 
 It is Never Too Late to 
 
 Mend. 
 The Double Marriage. 
 Love Me Little, Love 
 
 Me Long. 
 The Cloister and the 
 
 Hearth. 
 The Course of True 
 
 Love. 
 The Autobiography of 
 
 a Thief. 
 Put Yourself in His 
 
 Place. 
 A Terrible Temptation. 
 The Jilt. 
 
 By Jlrs. J. H. RIDDELL. 
 
 Weird Stories. 
 
 By A'lE! IE RITES. 
 
 Barbara Dering. 
 
 By F. W. RORI^SON. 
 
 The Hands of Justice. 
 
 By BORA RUSSELL. 
 
 A Country Sweetheart. 
 
 By W. CLARK Rl'SSELL. 
 
 Ocean Tragedy. I Alone on WideWide Sea. 
 
 My Shipmate Louise. | The Phantom Death. 
 By JOHN SAUNBERS. 
 
 Guy Waterman. I The Two Dreamers. 
 
 Eound to the Wheel. | The Lion in the Path. 
 
 By KATHARINE SAUNDERS. 
 
 Margaret and Elizabeth I Heart Salvage. 
 Gideon's Rock. Sebastian. 
 
 The High Mills. 
 
 Singleheart andDouble- 
 
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 Good Stories of Men 
 
 and other Animals. 
 Hard Cash. 
 Peg Wofflngton. 
 Christie Johnstone. 
 Griffith Gaunt. 
 Foul Play. 
 
 The Wandering Heir. 
 A Woman-Eater. 
 A Simpleton. 
 A Perilous Secret. 
 Readiana. 
 
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 Like Ships upon the I Anne Furness. 
 Sea. I Mabel s Progress. 
 
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 Stories from Foreign Novelists. 
 
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 Lady Bell. I The Blackball Ghosts. 
 
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 Buried Diamonds. 
 
 By ALLEN UPWARD. 
 
 The Queen against Owen. 
 The Prince of Balkistan. 
 
 By E. A. VIZETELLY. 
 The Scorpion : A Romance of Spain. 
 
 By J. S. WINTER. 
 A Soldier's Children. 
 
 ByHARGARET WYN3IAN. 
 My Flirtations. 
 
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 The Great Taboo. 
 Dumaresq s Daughter. 
 The Duchess of Powys- 
 
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 The Scallywag. 
 
 Philistia. 
 
 Babylon. 
 
 The Devil's Die. 
 
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 In all Shades. 
 
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 Blood Royal. 
 
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 Phra the Phoenician. 
 
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 Dorothy Forster. 
 
 Children of Gibeon. 
 
 Uncle Jack. 
 
 Herr Paulus. 
 
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 The Seamy Side. 
 
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 Adventures of a Fair Rebel. 
 
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 Miss Cadogna. 
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 Sowing the Wind. 
 
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 Gideon Fleyce. 
 
 By justin McCarthy. 
 
 Patricia Kemball. 
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 '• My Love I" 
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 Camiola. 
 
 Donna Quixote. 
 
 Maid of Athens. 
 
 The Comet of a Season. 
 
 The Dictator. 
 
 Red Diamonds. 
 
 Dear Lady Disdain. 
 Waterdale Neighbours. 
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 Linley Rochford. 
 Miss Misanthrope. 
 
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 Mr. Stranger's Sealed Packet. 
 
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 Princess Napraxine. 
 
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 The Mystery of the 
 
 "Ocean Star." 
 GEORGE AUGUSTUS SAEA. 
 Gaslight and Daylight. 
 
 By JOHN SAUNDERS. 
 Guy Waterman. I The Lion in the Path. 
 
 The Two Dreamers. 
 
 By KATHARINE SAUNBERS. 
 Joan Merryweather. I Sebastian. 
 The High Mills. Margaret and Eliza- 
 
 Heart Salvage. I beth. 
 
 By GEORGE R. SIMS. 
 
 Rogues and Vagabonds. 
 The Ring o Bells. 
 Mary Jane's Memoirs. 
 M»ry Jane Married. 
 Tales of To-day. 
 Dramas of Life. 
 
 Tinkletop's Crime. 
 
 Zeph. 
 
 My Two Wives. 
 
 Memoirs of a Landlady. 
 
 Scenes from the Show. 
 
 Two-Shilling Novels — continued. 
 Br ARTHUR SHEICHLEY. 
 
 A Match in the Dark. 
 
 Ry HAWLEY SMART. 
 
 Without Love or Licence. 
 
 Ry T. W. SPEIGHT. 
 
 The Mysteries of Heron Back to Life. 
 
 The LoudwaterTragedy. 
 Burgos Romance. 
 Quittance in Full. 
 
 Dyke. 
 The Golden Hoop. 
 Hoodwinked. 
 By Devious Ways. 
 
 By R. A. STERNBAEE. 
 The Afghan Knife. 
 
 Ry R. EOUIS STEVENSON. 
 New Arabian Nights. 1 Prince Otto. 
 
 Ry BERTHA THOMAS. 
 Cressida. I The Violin- Player. 
 
 Proud Maisie. 
 
 By WALTER THOBNBURY. 
 Tales for the Marines. | Old Stories Retold. 
 T. ABOEPHUS TROEEOPE. 
 Diamond Cut Diamond. 
 
 Ry F. EEEANOR TROEEOPE. 
 Like Ships upon the I Anne Furness. 
 Sea. I Mabel's Progress. 
 
 Ry ANTHONY TROEEOPE. 
 
 The American Senator. 
 Mr. Scarborough s 
 
 Family. 
 The Golden Lion of 
 
 Granpere. 
 
 Frau Frohmann. 
 Marion Fay. 
 Kept in the Dark. 
 John Caldigate. 
 The Way We Live Now 
 The Land-Leaguers. 
 
 By J. T. TROWBRIDGE. 
 Farnell's Folly. 
 
 By IVAN TUBGENIEFF, &c. 
 Stories from Foreign Novelists. 
 
 By MARK TWAIN 
 
 A Pleasure Trip on the 
 
 Continent. 
 The Gilded Age. 
 Huckleberry Finn. 
 MarkTwain's Sketches 
 Tom Sawyer. 
 A Tramp Abroad. 
 Stolen White Elephant. 
 
 Ry C. C. FRASER-TYTLER 
 Mistress Judith. 
 
 Life on the Mississippi. 
 
 The Prince and the 
 Pauper. 
 
 A Yankee at the Court 
 of King Arthur. 
 
 The I -£1,000,000 Bank- 
 No te. 
 
 By SARAH TYTEER. 
 
 The Huguenot Family. 
 The Blackhall Ghosts. 
 What SheCameThrough 
 Beauty and the Beast. 
 Citoyenne Jaqueline. 
 
 The Bride's Pass. 
 
 Buried Diamonds 
 
 St. Mungo's City. 
 
 Lady Bell. 
 
 Noblesse Oblige. 
 
 Disappeared. 
 
 Ry AEEEN UPWARB. 
 
 The Queen against Owen. 
 
 By AABON WATSON and 
 EIEEIAS WASSERMANN. 
 
 The Marquis of Carabas. 
 
 By WILLIAM WESTALL. 
 
 Trust-Money. 
 
 By Mrs. F. H. WILLIAMSON. 
 
 A Child Widow. 
 
 By J. S. WINTER. 
 
 Cavalry Life. | Regimental Legends. 
 
 By H. F. WOOB. 
 
 The Passenger from Scotland Yard. 
 
 The Englishman of the Rue Cain. 
 
 By Lady WOOB. 
 
 Sablna. 
 
 CEEIA PARKER WOOLLEY, 
 
 Rachel Armstrong ; or, Love and Theology. 
 By EBMUNB YATES. 
 
 The Forlorn Hope. I Castaway. 
 
 Land at Last. 
 
 OGDEN, SMALE AND CO, LIMITED, PRINTERS, GREAT SAFFRON HILL, B.C.
 
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