1 OF THE U N IVER5 ITY Of I LLI N O I S S2.3 C^2.C»Ze f < 4 * EVELYN MANWARING BOOKS BY THE SAME AUTHOR. SECOND EDITION, NOW READY, JULIAN CLOUGHTON ; or, Lad-Life in Norfolk. By GREVILLE J. CHESTER, B.A. CROWN OCTAVO, CLOTH, 3s. 6d. “ The author has an eye for the picturesque, and of this there is more in the old cathedral city and the bold Norfolk sea- coast than persons unacquainted with the district would be apt to imagine.” — Athenceum. “ It is difficult to realise whether ‘Julian Cloughton * is the history of a real character, or whether it is a novel. If the former, it is one of the most charming biographies it has been our good fortune to meet with for some time ; if the latter, Mr. Chester must be congratulated on a real success .” — The Graphic. “ The local colour is rich and truthful, and the descriptions of persons and places are written with the zest and fidelity inspired by intimate personal knowledge. ” — Scotsman. SECOND EDITION, NOW READY. ADRELIA ; or, THE CLOSE AT MIXETER. By GREVILLE J. CHESTER, B.A. CROWN OCTAVO, CLOTH, 3s. 6d. “ The author has graphically drawn the chief ecclesiastical dignitaries of the diocese, the characters and idiosyncracies of the Dean and Canons being capitally described. The book is written well, and in laying it down, the reader will only regret that there is no more of it .” — Sunday Times. “A vigorous and well-written story, which abounds with capital sketches of clerical life and character. ” — The Rock. “ A one- volume story of very considerable cleverness .” — John Bull. JUST PUBLISHED . ELLA CUTHULLIN, and other Poems. By GREVILLE J. CHESTER, B.A. Small Octavo, Cloth, 5s. MARCUS WARD & CO., 67, CHANDOS STREET, LONDON, W.C. EVELYN MANWARING A Tale of Hampton Court Palace BY GREVILLE J. CHESTER, B.A. Author of “Trans-Atlantic Sketches,” “Julian Cloughton; or, Lad-Life in Norfolk,” “ Aurelia ; or, the Close at Mixeter,” “Ella Cuthullin and other Poems, Old and New,” &c. Xon&on : MARCUS WARD & CO., 67, 68, CHANDOS STREET AND AT BELFAST AND NEW YORK 8^3 Olctc-g. e To My Friends I Inscribe tfjts 2TaIe, O I v'O 4^ I 4 IN THE HOPE THAT THEY WILL LOOK MORE LENIENTLY UPON ITS MANY FAULTS THAN I DO MYSELF. Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2017 with funding from University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign Alternates https://archive.org/details/evelynmanwaringtOOches CONTENTS. CHAP. PAGE 1. — Evelyn Man waring arrives at the Palace, . 9 II. — A Good Samaritan, 19 III. — Holmcastle Manor, 28 IY. — The Squire of Holmcastle, .... 33 Y. — The Manwaring “Family Tree,” . . .42 YI. — “Ehrenbreitstein,” 51 YII. — The Fall of Wilfred, 60 YIII. — A Blasted Life, 70 IX. — A Branch is lopped from the Family Tree, . 78 X. — Wilfred Manwaring goes into Exile, . . 84 XI. — The Squire learns the Truth, . . . .91 XII. — The Duke of Ribblesd ale’s Letter, . . 101 XIII. — “In Extremis,” 112 XIY. — Mr. Tresham Potts, 116 XY. — The Tree is Re-grafted, 325 XYI. — Last Days at Holmcastle, .... 133 XYII. — Evelyn visits the Duchess, .... 140 8 CONTENTS, CHAP. PAGE XVIII. — Her Grace of Ribblesdale, .... 151 XIX. — “The Aunts,” 161 XX. — The Vehme-Gericht of Hampton Court, . 169 XXI. — Sergeant Smith, V.C., 181 XXII. — The Lost Found, 194 XXIII. — Wilfred Smith goes to the Jews, . . 202 XXIV. — Wilfred Smith’s Voyage out, . . . 210 XXV. — The March to Candahar, .... 220 XXVI. — A Packet of Letters, 226 XXVII. — The Duchess’s Grand Tableau Vivant, . 233 XXVIII.— Coming of Age, 241 XXIX. — “All’s well that ends well,” . . . 252 EVELYN MAN WARING. CHAPTER I. EVELYN MANWARING ARRIVES AT THE PALACE. A LL the morning of that particular 8th of ^ ^ November upon which some of the events of the ensuing story began, a dense fog had been brooding over the Essex marshes. The silence of those gloomy expanses of faded yellow grass and brown slime, deposited by earlier autumnal floods, was deep and oppressive, and was only broken at times by the cough of a footsore sheep as it gnawed at a half-rotten turnip brought wearily down in creaking wains from the sodden uplands, by the distrustful low of a bullock surprised by the sudden apparition of a fellow-animal of the same species B 10 EVELYN MANWARING. with himself, or by the shrill alarm-whistle of a steamer upon the neighbouring, but well-nigh invisible river. By noon the last-named sounds had ceased, for steamboat traffic had become im- possible from the density of the mist, and then, little by little, a raw, chilly wind began to blow from the east. This wind gradually drove the fog upstream, until it met and mingled with that pall of black smoke which legislative and municipal incompetence, and that often fatal English respect for “ vested interests/' as confirmed nuisances are called by their originators, allow to pollute and render deadly the atmosphere of the first city in the world — wonderful and incomparable London. This intermingling of white fog and black smoke speedily produced that infernal compound which makes the lives of five millions of people almost intolerable. Stagnation of trade, interruption of business, stoppage of traffic, depression of spirits, and serious injury to health ensued. Every Londoner was reduced to a state of utter gloom and wretched- ness, and some two millions of the poorer sort of citizens “ bitterly thought of the morrow/' and feared that the time-honoured Show of the following day — which,, with all its absurdities and all its anachronisms, still breaks the monotony of countless HER ARRIVAL AT THE PALACE. 11 lives, and rejoices the hearts of multitudes of toilers who have little else to rejoice them — would be a failure and a disappointment. The ex-Lord Mayor felt glad that he was going out of office, and could enjoy the society of worthy Mrs. Buggins at the domestic hearth at Wimbledon, instead of at the dusky Mansion House; and the incoming Lord Mayor sighed involuntarily when he reflected that, on the day ensuing, as he passed them at noontide by gas-light, he would appear to his fellow-citizens, and subjects of one year, as a man suffering from a severe attack of the jaundice. The incoming Lady Mayoress, who was afflicted, poor thing, with neuralgia in the face, dreaded exposure next day in the raw fog on the embankment in her state coach ; and her Ladyship’s “ Maids of Honour” — buxom, strapping wenches from Finsbury Square, who laid in a stock of health and jolly red cheeks when they went every year for six weeks’ sea- bathing to Margate — devised (by gaslight) all sorts of pretty things in swansdown to protect their fat shoulders from the cold during next day’s pro- cession. My Lord Scamperdown at the “ Carlton” — and he, to be sure, was a pretty tough old customer — avowed publicly that “ that fog was more than any fellah alive could stand,” and swore he’d be off to 12 EVELYN MANWARING. Cadiz, or Cairo, or Castellamare ; and all the men within earshot wished they were Lord Scamperdown, and could follow his Lordship’s noble example. Foodies, too, of the “ Beform,” who had failed the previous week for something over the respectable sum of £200,000, committed suicide. The “ in- telligent British Jury,” who ought to have known all about it, found as their verdict that Foodies had committed “ the rash act in aberration of mind, occasioned by miasmatic vapours acting upon an excitable temperament,” and would have separated, quite happy at having thus secured Christian burial for Foodies (who, between ourselves, was the most stony-hearted old heathen imaginable), had not the Coroner — whose wife had just presented him (for the second time) with twins, both of whom were doing well, and who lived near the Lambeth Potteries — remarked, in a hollow voice, that “ he hoped he might not himself be the next victim to a combina- tion of fog and coal-smoke.” That was a very unpleasant observation to make, and so the Jury felt it. Gradually the chilly, searching wind increased in force, and as it did so, it drove the fog — which, white on the Essex marshes, had become black as ink in London — up the river, involving town after town, HER ARRIVAL AT THE PALACE. 13 and village after village, in its sooty folds, so that, as evening fell over Hampton, the fog was almost as thick there as it had been in London at midday. A train was due at the Molesey Station at five o’clock ; but there were several detentions upon the line, and a long one (of course) at Clapham Junction, and the Palace clock had chimed out a quarter to seven upon the darkness, when a fly, heavily loaded with luggage, drove up through the mean barrack court, to the stately principal entrance of the magni- ficent dwelling erected by Cardinal Wolsey in the plenitude of his wealth and power. A single gas- light flickered above the gateway as the vehicle stopped, and illumined the cloaked figure of Jack Watchet, a smart young soldier of the 29th Lancers, who stood sentry at the entrance. “Some old cat out late!” This was the first irreverent thought which occurred to Jack’s mind as he stood in the conventional attitude of military respect, when, to his surprise and delight, a young lady — without waiting for the slow old coachman to disencumber himself of his numerous wraps — opened the fly door herself before he had time to offer his assistance, and springing out, followed by a beautiful spaniel, confronted him on the pavement. 14 EVELYN MANWARING. “ Can you be so kind as to direct me to Miss Manwaring’s set of apartments in the Palace?” asked the young lady in a clear, musical voice. “ It minded me of a mavish,” said Jack — who was a Norfolk man, and had loved to hear the throstles singing in the leafy lanes of his native county — when describing the incident in bed that night to his particular chum and comrade, Tom Wakefield. On the present occasion he answered — “ Don’t know the name, Miss; but I will soon see;” and so saying, the young soldier, who felt as if a ray of sunshine had burst through the fog and darkness, turned from the side into the central arch of the grand old Tudor gateway, where, by the uncertain light of a still dimmer lamp than that which flickered outside, he looked down the list of the names of those ladies and gentlemen who, by the grace and favour of our Sovereign Lady the Queen, enjoyed the privilege of occupying apartments in her Royal Palace of Hampton Court. No name of Manwaring, however, appeared upon the list. “The rooms I am in search of,” said the young lady, “ were those lately occupied by Lady Glen- griskin;” and then Jack pointed out the following inscription : — HER ARRIVAL AT THE PALACE. 15 Fountain Court. Staircase. Number Ten . Ground Floor. Lady Layinia Gathercole. Admiral Grogrum, C.B. Second Floor. Miss Strong. Lady Glengriskin. Third Floor. Hon. and Rev. Orlando fforester. Gen. Sir T. Blazer Brown, K.C.B. “ Thank you very much,” said the young lady ; “ I am afraid I am giving you a great deal of trouble ; but now, can you tell me where I can find any one to help the driver to carry my boxes upstairs ?” “Very sorry I can't go myself, Miss,” answered Jack, hastily, and looking as if he was sorry; “but I’m going off sentry in a minute or two, and there's an odd man about the canteen who does jobs for the quality in the Palace, and I'll send him to you in a jiffey.” In fact, while he was speaking, the clank of arms was heard, and the relief appeared through the fog, who, leaving another man in his place, bore back with them Jack Watchet to the barracks, while the young lady, whose name the reader, from the 16 EVELYN MANWARING. heading of this chapter, and from the inquiries she made, will have rightly conjectured to have been Miss Evelyn Manwaring, remained standing in the cold under the gateway. So true, however, was Jack to his word, that in the specified “jiffey, ,, which in this case was a period of less than five minutes, the “ odd man” arrived, and, showing him- self thoroughly acquainted with the somewhat laby- rinthine topography of the Palace, conducted the lady through the silent and deserted quadrangles and echoing cloisters to the apartments of the late Lady Glengriskin, where she found a single candle guttering upon the drawing-room table, and a wretched apology for a fire glimmering upon the hearth; but her maid, who had preceded her the previous evening, was nowhere to be found. Nearly half-an-hour elapsed before the driver and the “odd man” — who seemed to regard one another with mutual distrust and abhorrence, and who had several unpleasant differences of opinion upon the staircase — had brought up the last of Miss Manwar- ing’s trunks; but at last these worthies, having been abundantly satisfied for their trouble, consented to depart, and the young lady found herself alone. She had, in fact, feared that her two assistants would have broken out into open warfare. Thus HER ARRIVAL AT THE PALACE. 17 the coachman had remarked that “ he’d seed a lot o’ soft-headed fools in his time, but he’d never seen sich a soft-headed ’un” as the odd man; and the odd man had replied that “ he’d be ’tarnally shivered if he didn’t knock the coachman’s conk up agen the doorpost, and see vich vos the ’ardest block o’ the two.” However, at last Miss Man waring was happily rid of them. She looked around, and there in unwonted positions were the articles of furniture, and the little nicknacks and household gods which she had known from childhood, and which had been removed from her old home in the North — that home which was hers no longer — that home which had been rudely broken up by death, and which was now the property of a stranger. The girl, for such she was, was dressed in deep mourning, and as she threw off her hat, long masses of lovely, pale gold hair fell around and about a beautifully cut face of ashy paleness; out of which, however, gleamed, like stars, eyes which might have been grey, or hazel, or violet. Great yearning eyes they were, of marvellous beauty, like those of Beatrice Cenci, as they look out from the long-dead past from the canvas at Borne; eyes which it was a joy to have seen once, a delight even to dream of 18 EVELYN MANWARING. hereafter. The girl was alone in a strange place, without friends, without acquaintances, and in a new and unknown sphere of existence. She was cold, and travel-worn, and tired, and she felt very desolate, and the sight of the objects around her, connected as they were with those she had loved and lost, affected her deeply ; and throwing herself upon her knees at a table, she buried her pale, fair face in her white hands, and burst into an agony of tears. CHAPTER IT. A GOOD SAMARITAN. Y YNKNOWN, however, and unsuspected by herself, ^ Evelyn Manwaring was not without a witness in this her passion of grief. The “ odd man,” who had been the last to leave the room, had, after the manner of odd men, left the door open when he took his departure, and it thus fell out that the scene just described was witnessed by the friendly and sympathising eyes of a stoutish, middle-aged spinster lady of kindly aspect, who, on hospitable thoughts intent, had entered the ante-chamber of the drawing-room. Miss Sarah Strong, for such was this good lady’s name, watched the new-comer in silence for some little time, as if determined to allow her grief to take its natural course; and then, hastily brushing away from her own face what 20 EVELYN MANWARING. seemed to be a falling tear, she advanced briskly into the room, and, laying her hand on the young lady’s shoulder, said in sympathising tones of voice, “ Come, my dear, I’m sure you must be tired and cold after your long journey; so, as I am your next- door neighbour, Sarah Strong, I have come to beg you to step across the passage to my rooms, and warm yourself at my fire until dinner is ready, and take a cup of hot tea which I have made on purpose for you.” This friendly invitation, and the kind voice in which it was conveyed, sent a thrill of comfort into the girl’s sorrowful heart; and seeing, as she looked up, a homely sympathetic face looking down into her own, she rose hastily, wiped away her tears, and thankfully accepted the neighbourly invitation, adding that she had expected to find her maid awaiting her arrival, but that apparently she had gone out. “ I think,” said Miss Strong, “ I can explain the cause of her absence. When I was coming upstairs about an hour ago, I overheard Lady Lavinia Gathercole’s maid, who lives below on this staircase, and who is a good creature, although a sad gossip, making the same request of her that I am making of you — asking her, I mean, to take a cup of tea.” A GOOD SAMARITAN. 21 As Miss Strong thus spoke, a loud rushing noise was heard without, and in another moment a strap- ping, red-cheeked, country girl dashed into the room, seized her young mistress’s hand, and, shaking it as if it had been a pump-handle, exclaimed in sten- torian tones — “Eh, Miss Evelyn, on’y to think as you should ha’ come when I was away, like a nat’ral brute beast ! Eh, but I’m main glad to see ’ee ! I wor sitting just moped to dead, when, who should come sailing in, in her silks and satins, but Mrs- Papfaddle, Lady Lavinia Gathercole’s own maid, and a lady hersen to look at, that she be, and begged me to go down and tak a coop o’ tay ; and down I went, and got cracking about such a lot o’ things, I forgot where I was ; and eh, Miss, Mrs. Pap- faddle did tell me as these rooms is haunted by a Cardinal.” “ Why, Bessie,” said Miss Manwaring, “ how you do run on ! But what do you mean when you speak of a Cardinal ?” “ Why, Cardinal ’Oolsey, Miss, him as built this place hundreds o’ years agone, before it was taken from him by that wicked king who cut off his wives’ heads, like Blue Beard in the story books.” “ You need not be much alarmed,” interposed Miss Strong, smiling ; “ this old Palace is supposed 22 EVELYN MANWARING. to be haunted sometimes by the ghost of the great Cardinal Wolsey, who, for some unexplained reason, chooses to appear in the form of a gigantic black spider. I have never seen him myself, but Lady Glengriskin, your predecessor, who, like most Scotch women, had a great knack for seeing apparitions, professed that she was favoured with his company on several occasions. But come, you are cold and tired, and we can discuss the matter over a cup of tea by my fireside ; come at once, I beg, and bring your beautiful dog with you.” So saying, the kindly lady led the way to her own sitting-room, which seemed a very paradise of light and warmth and comfort, and, drawing an easy chair to the fireside, she placed her guest in it, and begged her to make herself at home. A cup of hot tea having been thankfully con- sumed, Miss Strong, after a short interval, conducted her new acquaintance into the dining-room, which in warmth and snugness vied with the room she had left, and, seating Miss Manwaring at table, ordered dinner to be brought in at once. A tidy maid-servant obeyed her mistress’s order with almost miraculous alacrity, and an excellent little dinner was speedily placed on the table. Hot clear ox-tail soup, a juicy fowl stuffed and roasted to a turn, with A GOOD SAMARITAN. 23 hot potatoes, bread sauce, and a scientifically con- structed winter salad, followed by Albany puddings, served up with their proper sauce, made up the simple but capital meal, which brought a tinge of colour back to the cheeks of the traveller in whose especial behoof it had been prepared ; and when the cloth was removed, and Miss Strong had insisted on her guest’s partaking of a brimming glass of old port which had belonged to her late brother, Colonel Strong, E.A., Miss Manwaring felt more at home and more refreshed and rested than an hour ago she could have imagined to be possible. Miss Strong was unwilling to detain her guest long after they had returned to the drawing-room, and urged her early retirement to rest, advice which Miss Manwaring was by no means loath to .follow. “ Now good night, my dear,” said her kind friend, as she prepared to leave Miss Manwaring’s apart- ments, to which she had accompanied her ; “ and please expect me to-morrow at half after four, when I shall call and take you to see the Duchess.” “Oh dear!” cried Evelyn, weariedly, “what Duchess ?” “ Why, the Duchess of Eibblesdale, to be sure, our Duchess, the best and dearest lady in the world ; the Vice-Reine, of Hampton Court, I call her. She 24 EVELYN MANWARING. would have come to call upon you herself, but she has a cold, and cannot go out; so she desired me to bring you to see her, and to say she used to know your mother when they were both girls.” “ Ah ! ” said Miss Manwaring, in a strange, dreamy tone of voice. “ Ah ! how strange ! Yes, that name ought to be dear to me. I shall be glad to see her Grace to-morrow.” Miss Strong now committed her young companion to the care of Bessie Hudson, her Lancashire maid, and retired to her own apartments ; and Miss Manwaring was soon in bed, and sleeping the peace- ful sleep of youth and innocence. The good Samaritan who acted this neighbourly part towards the newly-arrived stranger was the only sister of a certain Colonel Strong, who had been an excellent and much respected officer of the Royal Artillery. Colonel Strong was the most humane and tender-hearted of men, and had been frequently known to remove a snail from a garden walk, lest it should get trodden under foot. He had made it the great object of his life to discover and perfect the most deadly of missiles for the destruc- tion of his fellow-creatures, and had written a book on “ Explosive Bombs,” which was known to all “ gunners” as a work of extraordinary science and A GOOD SAMARITAN. 25 the highest authority, and it was the text-book on the subject in the Eoyal Military Academy at Woolwich. But Colonel Strong had done more than theorise and write. He had himself invented a marvellous shot, which he was prepared to warrant would go farther into an iron plate and oak backing than any other projectile known to military science. And this shot had the additional and paramount advantage over all others, that when it had got to the extreme end of its beneficent course, and had remained quiescent for five minutes, it would explode, and *blow the ship or fort in which it was embedded into a hundred thousand atoms. When the French and the Russian and the United States Governments, and the Emperor of China, and the Prince of Monaco, heard of this wonderful product of modern civilisation, they severally offered the inventor vast sums for the secret of the inven- tion ; but Colonel Strong was a good and patriotic Englishman, and, rejecting all foreign offers with contempt and strong language, offered it to the English War Office. The War Office authorities had the offer under consideration for ten years, and seemed no nearer coming to any decision upon it at the end of that period than they had been at first. It happened, however, that Colonel Strong had a c 26 EVELYN MANWARING. friend in the House of Commons who belonged to the Opposition Party, and this honourable gentleman asked the Secretary for War a vast number of very disagreeable questions on the subject of the Strong Projectile, and moved for the entire Correspondence. This could not be refused, and then it was discovered that it filled three entire Blue Books of the largest volume, the production of which made the Con- troller of H.M. Stationery Office and the Queen's Printer very much regret that they had ever been born. The Secretary for War (who several times contemplated resigning his post) was next badgered into permitting a trial to be made (at the inventor's expense), and a day was at length appointed for that purpose. Colonel Strong was in raptures, and, although a heavy man, could hardly help jumping for joy when the great day arrived. His Eoyal Highness the Field-Marshal Commanding in Chief, the Secretary for War, the successful M.P. (in volunteer uniform), Colonel Strong, several General officers and other military experts, made quite a grand procession as they pranced and caracoled out of Woolwich on their way to Plumstead Marshes, where the trial was to take place. When they arrived at the appointed spot, Colonel Strong was in such a state of excitement and fidget that A GOOD SAMARITAN. 27 he could not keep still a moment. At length the Secretary for War (who secretly hoped the trial would be a failure) said, in a low voice, “ I think, your Eoyal Highness, we had perhaps better begin,” and then somebody said “Fire” At that moment Colonel Strong popped up his head just in front of the muzzle of the gun, and the explosion blew it into a thousand pieces. The Field-Marshal Com- manding in Chief was naturally distressed at this untoward circumstance, and, mentioning the matter to the Queen, Her Majesty, with her usual kindness, was graciously pleased to offer apartments in Hamp- ton Court Palace to the late Colonel's only sister. Miss Strong gratefully accepted the offer, and that the more so since the Government, which forthwith adopted her brother's invention, made no sort of compensation for it whatsoever. Miss Strong was a plain, excellent, kind-hearted woman, who lived for the good of others, and by self-denial made her limited income do wonders for the benefit of her fellow-creatures. She was gratefully known as “ Sister Sarah,” and whether it was a decayed lady of rank in the palace, or a private soldier in the adjoining barracks, who was sick and suffering, she was always ready to act as a kind and efficient nurse. CHAPTER III. HOLMCASTLE MANOR. {^tPITE of the natural desire of the reader to plump at once into the creme de la creme of good society, and to accompany Miss Strong and her 'protegee into the company of a live Duchess (Dowager), I feel it necessary, for the purposes of this narrative, to make him or her aware, first and foremost, whence Miss Manwaring came, who she was, what was her family, what her belongings and previous history, and to explain why it was that she was the recipient of royal favour, and tenant for life, if so she willed it, of one of the very best sets of apartments in the noble old Royal Palace of Hampton Court. Evelyn Manwaring, then, was the only daughter of one Cuthbert Piercey Manwaring, a gentleman HOLMCASTLE MANOR. 29 of very ancient family, and of competent, although not very large estate. Holmcastle Manor, the family place, was situated amidst beautiful, if somewhat wild and dreary scenery on the Northern border of the County of Lancaster. Of old time the Manwar- ings had been great Seigneurs in those parts, and had owned vast tracts of fell and fen and moorland, besides more fertile acres ; but the loyalty of some members of the family, who were cavaliers to a man, and the extravagance of others, had sadly wasted the ancestral patrimony, so that when Cuthbert Piercey Manwaring succeeded his uncle, Algernon, the family estate was reduced to the narrower bounds of the parish of Holmcastle, to a tract of moorland and fell above it which went by the name of Stanwick Chase, and to a couple of outlying rich farms in the distant flat country in the neighbour- hood of Ormskirk. The Manor-house of Holmcastle, which had succeeded an ancient castle, whereof the earthworks and a few shapeless masses of weather- beaten stone were all that remained, crowned a wooded knoll which rose from nearly the centre of Arrow Dale ; and round nearly three sides of the eminence, which in places descended precipitously to the river, rippled and raced and roared and rushed the swift Arrow — now plunging into deep 30 EVELYN MANWARING. rock-pools, now flowing over stony shallows, now overhung by huge wych-elms, the queen of all North-country trees, and now dominated by scarps of grey or reddish rock. Trout abounded in the deep pools, or lay poising, head up-stream, in the pebbly shallows, and now and then a noble salmon might be seen from the old grey bridge below the village of Holmcastle, which had made its way up past the filth of Preston, and other manufacturing towns, from the lordly Pdbble, whereof the Arrow was one of the principal tributaries. On either side the valley, and at varying distances from the river, the arable and pasture land ran up to meet the broad swathes of brown or purple heather of the stately, swelling moors ; and towards the end of the valley — or “ dale,” as the folks called it — was seen the almost precipitous hill, or rather mountain, called “ Stanwick Edge,” with its bare crest of shivered crags. Here and there small beck-formed, lateral valleys led up from the Arrow amongst the hills, and the sides of these were clothed with mountain-ashes, birches, hollies, and stunted oaks. Ear up one of these, on a sort of platform in the midst of an amphitheatre of solemn hills, which had its entrance towards the South-West, stood a monument of remote and unknown antiquity, a HOLMCASTLE MANOR. 31 monolith of grey, weather-stained stone, known far and wide to the country folks and dalesmen as the “ Long Man,” or more correctly the “ Long Mam ,” of Stan wick. The “ Manor,” as the Manwaring family house was called, had been substantially rebuilt in the early part of the last century, and had no particular pretensions in itself to beauty or picturesqueness ; but its position was perfect, the views from it were delightful, and attached to it was an ill-kept, but charming old-fashioned garden, with stone terraces, flights of steps, a sun-dial, and some quaint mutilated statues — “Bold Reptune, Plutarch, and Mcodemus, All standing naked in the open air.”* There was no park, properly so called, but the neighbouring fields, with their magnificent timber trees, had quite a park-like appearance. The village of Holmcastle, with its Rectory and small ancient Church, slept in the valley hard by, at an elevation but a little above the river, though at a considerable depth below the mansion, and this circumstance gave the latter a completely feudal appearance. Inside, the Manor did not differ much from other Father Prout. 32 EVELYN MANWARING. country houses of the better class of the same date, save that it contained more family portraits than usual, and that it had a fine entrance hall, and a remarkably curious and interesting Library ! Upon entering the room, which opened out of a long corridor upstairs, not a book was visible, but the walls were panelled in dark Spanish chestnut wood, each panel being divided from the next by a handsome pilaster. The visitor would then be shown that, by applying a curiously shaped key which lay on a central table to a groove in each pilaster, the latter could be turned back, and then the neighbouring panel flew open, discovering shelves filled with ancient books, not one of which was of less ancient date than the year 1720, while many of them were of far greater antiquity. One of these compartments was reserved for books of poetry, another for divinity and theology, another for the classics, and so on, all the books being in admirable preservation, and well chosen by the Sir Miles Manwaring who, on the destruction of the older mansion by fire, had rebuilt the house in its present form. Underneath the book-shelves were drawers filled with ancient charters, title-deeds, and other archives of the past. CHAPTER IV. THE SQUIRE OF HOLMCASTLE. MR. CUTHBERT MANWARING had succeeded to the estate of Holmcastle under the provisions of the will of an old bachelor uncle, Algernon by name, who had seldom visited his estate, and who died, where he had lived the best, or worst part of his life, in a small street off St. James's Square. This Algernon had been a friend of the Prince Regent, and although a very fine gentleman, as fine gentlemen were in those days, he was a very worthless person, and had much impoverished the family estate by his extravagance. Probably there were but few of the friends of the “ Pirst Gentleman in Europe," so called, who, in consequence of the intimacy which subsisted between them, escaped 34 EVELYN MANWARING. serious injury “in mind, body, and estate,” and to this rule Algernon Manwaring was certainly no exception. The estate was left in the first instance to the elder brother, Cuthbert’s father. Captain Crackenrode Manwaring, and to his heirs male after him ; and then, failing these, to the second brother, Edgar, a somewhat dissipated and dilapi- dated Queen’s Counsel; and then, in case of his demise, to his son or sons after him. It chanced, however, that both the younger brothers, Cracken- rode and Edgar, died in their eldest brother’s lifetime, and so it fell out that, on the death of Algernon, the estate passed at once to his nephew, Cuthbert Piercey, the son of Captain Crackenrode Manwaring, who, brought up to no definite profession, had lately married the beautiful, but almost penniless daughter of the last Earl of Ingleborough. This lady bore to her husband three children — -first, a boy named Lionel ; and then, after an interval of five years, a daughter, Evelyn; and lastly, the following year, another boy, w'ho was christened Wilfred. In giving birth to this her youngest child, the gentle Lady Iionoria herself died. It would be too much to say that the Squire was much affected or disturbed by the death of his young wife. He was a cold, or rather a thin-blooded person, who had married, THE SQUIRE OF HOLMCASTLE. 35 not for love, but solely and simply to secure a male heir for the Holmcastle property, and to transmit the name of Manwaring to succeeding generations in his own line. He looked upon his wife mainly as a means to that all-important end; and, that end being obtained, he was not the man to care much about the means. That Lady Honoria had received nothing but a mere pittance on her father’s death had in no ways affected her husband’s equanimity. He knew, before he married her, that Lord Ingle- borough’s property would go away under the law of entail to a distant cousin, as a matter of course, and just as if there were no such things in the world as daughters to be provided for ; and he was perfectly content that it should be so. He had felt, and he had felt rightly, that it was dis- honourable to marry a woman for her money, and therefore, since family considerations compelled him to take a wife, he did not do that, but he choose her for her blood, which even he, the heir of all the Manwarings, allowed to be unexceptionable ; and when the sweet, bright little lady, who ought to have been the joy and crown of her husband, fell asleep a few moments after she had kissed and blessed her new-born boy, he felt consoled by 36 EVELYN MANWARING. the idea that henceforth the blood of the . direct line of the Weathercotes would blend with and go to enhance the blueness of that of his own family. The fact is that Cuthbert Manwaring was a man of one idea, and that idea was the importance and honour of his Family. There was indeed scarcely a family in all Lancashire, except perhaps the Elthornes of Elthorne, the Eormbys of Eormby, the extinct Weathercotes, and the Stanleys, which he would allow even to have any pretensions to vie with his own. It will be seen, therefore, that the Squire was no vulgar tuft-hunter. On the con- trary, one of his most marked peculiarities was the supreme contempt with which he regarded the titled aristocracy of England, and he could scarcely be got to be decently civil to a Baronet. “ Dukes,” he was wont to say to a casual visitor, “are mere mushrooms; Marquises a modern growth of Frenchi- fied funguses, things of yesterday ; two or three Earls perhaps can claim to be considered gentlemen ; Viscounts I disallow altogether; and of the Barons of England there are perhaps a score who date the patents of their creation to a period earlier than that robber and plunderer, Henry VIII. Baronets ! What do I know or care about Baronets ? Why, THE SQUIRE OF HOLMCASTLE. 37 they were only invented as a means of putting money in the pocket of that detestable old Scotch snob, James I. ! No, the real aristocracy of England is only to be found amongst the ancient landed gentry, of whom a few still survive the invasion of millionaire Jew money-lenders and Brummagem button-makers, and of these there are few, if any, as I am prepared to prove from muniments in my own possession, who can compete in antiquity and respectability with the Knightly Family of Manwar- ing, of which I have the honour to be the humble representative. Allow me to show you the Family Tree.” These views and pretensions, as may be supposed, did not render the lord of Holmcastle very popular amongst the neighbouring aristocracy; but for this he didn't care a rush, and in fact he rather liked the state of isolation in which his own pride and folly placed him. While, however, Mr. Man waring treated his richer and more aristocratic neighbours with scant civility or ill-concealed contempt, he was extremely courteous to his own tenantry, and to the class of yeoman farmers, of whom there were many in the Dale of the Arrow. A porcupine with quills erect towards those who, he feared, might be disposed to assert an equality or superiority which he refused 38 EVELYN MANWARING. to admit, he was as smooth as a Persian cat (and in some respects as treacherous) towards those whom he regarded as so immeasurably beneath him as to have no pretensions at all. The Squire, too, had in many matters the instincts of a gentleman of the old school. He ceremoniously removed his hat when he entered the cottage of the humblest labourer, and he always requited the bobs and curtseys of the village children with a grand bow, worthy of Sir Charles G-randison himself. Nor was he a bad landlord. His ancestors, who were richer men than he was himself, had underlet their farms, and so he conceived it to be a piece of Family Honour not to raise his rents, although the value of his land had largely increased. Finding, too, from ancient accounts, that his forebears had given large doles to the poor, he too was liberal in his Christmas gifts; and though he would have grudged a cup of cold water for Christ's sake, to save a brother as a brother from perishing of thirst, he gave freely to those who asked, because he thought it accorded with the ancient dignity of his House to do so. Thus, with the poorer sort of his neighbours, who appreciated material benefits without too curiously investigating motives, the Squire of Holmcastle was not otherwise than popular. Mr. Manwaring’s THE SQUIRE OF HOLMCASTLE. 39 manner of life, moreover, was eminently respectable. Ho one could breathe a word against his moral character, which indeed was beyond reproach. He was particular, too, in attending to his “ religious duties.” He went regularly to the Parish Church ; but as he sat in the Manwaring Chantry, in the southern isle of the chancel, his eyes were fixed upon the noble altar-tombs and quaint brasses of his Family, rather than on his Prayer Book or on the Priest of the Church of Christ, and his thoughts turned to the rusty swords and helmets and tattered banners which hung over the monu- ments of his race, rather than to the Liturgy and the Word of God. Mr. Manwaring was, in point of fact, as near a Pagan as a Church-going man of moral life could be. The very building in which he attended Divine Service he regarded rather as a Family Shrine, a Tomb-house of the Manwarings, than as a Consecrated House of Prayer, where all men, rich and poor, noble and simple, might meet together on equal terms to worship the common Father of all. There was one thing, however, con- nected with the Church and Eectory, which he could neither forget nor forgive. His predecessor, worn out by the solicitations of parsons’ wives for the presentation of the benefice of Holmcastle, then 40 EVELYN MANWARING. vacant, to their own proper husbands, had, by solemn deed of gift, made over the advowson of the living to the Bishop of the Diocese. The present Sector was the first one appointed under the new regime , and had he been a man of less tact than he was, and any other than an Elthorne of Elthorne, he would, without doubt, have speedily been made to feel that his lines had fallen in any but pleasant places. As it was, the Squire was on good terms with his parish Priest, the Eev. Charles Elthorne, and liked him as well as he was capable in his cold nature of liking anyone. Mr. Elthorne, who had been fellow of his College at Oxford, was a quiet man of considerable learning and holy life, and as the Squire held the common conservative notion that the Church existed to minister to the wants of the State, he was content to allow the Sector to have his own way in the religious training of his children. It was “ respect- able/’ the Squire thought, to be (at all events outwardly) religious: there had been one or two great churchmen in the Family, and so it was right that his children should be brought up in the faith of their forefathers. In person, Mr. Manwaring was tall and thin, his features were finely cut, his eyes dark, luminous, and THE SQUIRE OF HOLMCASTLE. 41 expressive, and his dark eyebrows, contrasting with his fine white hair, gave a rare distinction to his otherwise handsome countenance. The poor folks and dalesmen were proud of him as the most well- favoured Squire in all North Lancashire. D CHAPTER V. THE MAN WAKING “ FAMILY TREE/' M VEESE from field sports, and taking little * * interest in public affairs, Mr. Manwaring had one hobby which he was never tired of riding. Genealogy and Heraldry were his favourite studies, and for him the Fine Arts only existed as the machinery by which Family portraits were trans- mitted to posterity, and as a means of emblazoning the Manwaring Coat of Arms with its sixty quarter- ings. Though he took no interest in agriculture or botany, the Family Tree of the Manwarings was an object of his never-ceasing care and solicitude. The Squire’s younger uncle, Edgar, who for some years had led a dissipated and extravagant life at Bath, Cheltenham, and other inland watering-places, THE MANWARING u FAMILY TREE. 43 had an only son named Tresham ; and as he never expected him to succeed to the family estates, he apprenticed him to a Mr. Grubbe, a solicitor of good repute and considerable practice at Clitheroe, and the young man, on the death of his principal, set up for himself. Tresham Manwaring had not, or at all events was not supposed to have, inherited the vices of his father. On the contrary, he was persevering to a degree, economical, and even parsi- monious in his habits, and his worst enemy (and he had many) could not have accused him of the crime which Archbishop Whately so bitterly de- nounced, to wit, of having ever given a halfpenny to a beggar. For the rest, Tresham was secretly self-indulgent, when self-indulgence could be purchased at a cheap rate; rude in his manners; and he took a delight in affecting a coarseness of behaviour and a vulgarity of diction which were altogether out of harmony with the education he had received. A more selfish man never existed, and the ruling maxim by which he steered his conduct was the base one, “ Take care of Number One!' When he set up on his own hook, the young lawyer felt the want of ready money, and he accordingly wooed and won the wealthy heiress of a retired cheesemonger of Halifax, who 44 EVELYN MANWARING. rejoiced in the euphonious name of Sally Potts, on the easy condition of taking the name of Potts in lieu of his own, and of assuming the newly-granted arms of that family, to wit, on a Field, Vert, three Milk Pails Or, with the motto “ Ex Vacca , sed Potabilis ” The lady, who was considerably older than himself, was a vulgar, ambitious woman, whose main object in life was to obtain a position amongst the “ County Families/’ In her husband’s eyes her sole merit was probably the grist that she brought to his mill. In nature, she was prolific, and she annually offered the tribute of a new daughter to her disgusted spouse, who would have been glad of a male heir to the family of Potts. When the Head of the Family heard of this ill- starred and ignominious match, he felt it his duty to make an example of the chief offender, and accordingly, before witnesses, he solemnly erased his name from the Family Pedigree, and gave strict orders that his cousin’s name should never be men- tioned in his presence again. Pride, like love, is blind; and in the performance of this judicial act, the Squire of Holmcastle forgot that his cousin Tresham was in the entail! It will be seen from all this, that, though in his THE MANWARING “ FAMILY TREE . 5 45 eccentricities Mr. Cuthbert Man waring bore a re- semblance to Captain Boland de Caxton, yet in that nobleness of soul which underlay those eccen- tricities he was no Eoland at all, but simply his own selfish self. True, he had made “ Honour,” “the Honour of his Family,” the ruling passion of his life ; but he had mistaken the nature and basis of true honour, and had so misinterpreted it as altogether to ignore the principle of Justice, the rarest attribute of man, the most glorious attribute of God. Soon after the death of Lady Honoria, Mr. Man- waring began to compile a huge history of his family from the earliest known period, which, to say the truth, was anterior to the Horrnan Conquest. This work gradually became the one amusement and the one solace of his isolated life. In a voluminous preface he expounded the theory that his Eace sprang from a noted Scandinavian “ Ver,” “ Wer,” or Warrior, and that his descendants hence acquired the name of “ Veringas,” the Sons of the Hero, which was subsequently corrupted into “Waringas, or Warings.” This theory he supported by a mass of ponderous arguments, and he held that he had proved its truth beyond doubt or cavil. He was less positive as to the prefix “ Man.” He 46 EVELYN MANWARING. showed, however, that from his noble and manly qualities, his first historical progenitor might have been, and probably was called the “Man” par ex- cellence , and that thus his posterity came to be know as Manwaringas, or Manwarings ; but he rather inclined to the belief that the Family acquired the prefix on account of their possessing the Long Maen, Man, or Stone of Stanwick. The last syllable of this name, again, he was at great pains to connect with the Scandinavian Yik-ingas, or Vik-ings, some of whom, as was abundantly proved by numerous Northern names of places, had unquestionably settled on the coast of Lancashire ; and he also conjectured that the Var-angian guard of the Byzantine Em- perors was in all probability formed of members of the Man-war-angian, or Manwaring Family. During the progress of this great undertaking, the compiler opened out correspondence with all sorts and conditions of men whom he thought would be likely to throw light on his subject. Country clergymen were almost worried to death with appli- cations for copies of registers, which were never paid for, as the applicant considered the honour of assisting in a work of such paramount importance a more than sufficient recompense for labour and trouble, howsoever great. “ Garter ” himself was THE MANWARING “FAMILY TREE. 47 heard to remark that he regretted he had ever been born; and “Spotted Leopard” said “he’d be hanged if he wouldn’t go and destroy himself, if that old fool of a Manwaring didn’t stop his nonsense and rubbishy questions.” Meanwhile — for the “ Memorials of the Antient and Knightly Family of Manwaring of Holmcastle Manor, in the County Palatine of Lancaster,” was in progress for years and years, and indeed was scarcely half finished at the author’s death — the Squire’s three children grew up apace. Though he had little or no fatherly sympathy with them, and probably looked on them rather as necessary evils, than as God-sent gifts entrusted to him to be loved and cherished above all other possessions, he was not what would be commonly called a bad father. The children were not grudged meat or drink, or dress, or even luxuries becoming their station — the “ Honour of the Family” demanded that. — but it is certain that, as they grew up, the Squire valued them chiefly as possible producers of more heirs male, or on account of their real or supposed likeness to their ancestors. Thus Lionel, the first-born, was supposed to resemble Sir Kalph Manwaring, Governor of Calais under Henry VII., of whom a fine portrait, by the elder Holbein, hung 48 EVELYN MANWARING. over the mantelpiece in the dining-room; Evelyn was credited with a likeness to Mistress Blanche Manwaring, who was kissed by his Sacred Majesty, King Charles II., on the occasion of his visit to Holmcastle, and who rewarded that merry monarch with a sound slap on the royal chops ; while Wilfred, who was a beautiful boy, with dark violet eyes, clustering dark hair, and nobly-cut forehead, and in whose form grace and strength were combined, as in that of a Ganymede cut by a Greek chisel, was esteemed the living image of Sir Godfrey, who had been deemed a great beauty at Court, and who had lost so many broad pieces to his royal master in the great gallery at Whitehall, that he was forced to sell many of the fair acres which the roundheads had left to the family, when they spoiled gallant old Sir Walter for his attachment to King Charles the First. It had been the custom of the Family to educate the children well, and in accordance with that precedent, no expense was spared by Mr. Man- waring in the education of his daughter and his two sons. Lionel went to Eton, where most of his ancestors, for three hundred years, had been before him; and thence, after a brilliant career at the Academy at Woolwich, he passed into the army, THE MANWARING “ FAMILY TREE.’ 49 and speedily gained a reputation as a young officer of the highest promise. Evelyn, the pet of her elder, and the constant companion of her younger brother, as she grew towards maturity, had as many masters over from Preston, and even from Manchester and Liverpool, as her father thought becoming to her station. Her bright intelligence and natural aptitude for learning made her profit to the uttermost by the instruction she received ; while her religious education was lovingly and carefully superintended by the Eector, whose merry, beaming daughter, Mary, was her playmate in childhood, and her dearest friend as she grew older. Left motherless at the birth of her younger brother, Evelyn’s character, as she grew up to maturity, developed more quickly than is usual with girls, and ere she was sixteen, she had fallen almost imperceptibly into the position of mistress of her father’s house. By her brothers, by the Rectory family, and by the few neighbours with whom she was acquainted; by the dalesmen, and especially by the poor around her, Evelyn was perfectly adored, and the charm and beauty of “ the Lily of Arrow Dale” — for she early acquired that pretty soubriquet — was celebrated far and near. If ever the cold nature of the Squire could be said 50 EVELYN MANWARING. to warm towards anyone, it was towards his daugh- ter; but he did not condescend to show the affection, such as it was, which he may have felt for her, by any outward signs or demonstrations. In his view, all love, all devotion, all honour was due to himself as Head of the Family, and to himself alone. I 1 CHAPTER VI. “ EHRENBREITSTEIN.” ^OKILFRED, the youngest of the Holmcastle ** Family, after following his brother to Eton, where, however, he did not remain long, was sent, in order to prepare for Oxford, to a private tutor, named M'assenger, who lived in a house to which he had given the pedantic name of “ Ehrenbreitstein,” at Fisherswick, near Ossington, on the borders of Cheshire. Marmaduke Massenger, although of English parentage, had begun his education at the Uni- versity of Glasgow, but before he took his degree he removed to Bonn, and afterwards to Heidelberg, where, in due time, he became Doctor of Philosophy. Returning to England, in the full pomp of his new UNIVERSITY 01 - ILLINOIS LIBRARY 52 EVELYN MANWARING. Doctorate, Dr. Massenger commenced a career as private tutor, and soon became celebrated for his success in that capacity. Nor, indeed, was this without reason, for he was a really good scholar, had the art of instruction, and was successful with his pupils. His charges were high, but he justified them by keeping a most liberal table, by making his pupils work hard, and by working hard himself. Dr. Massenger was suspected by some of being a freethinker; but he took his pupils to the Parish Church, and, unlike most freethinkers, did not attempt to proselytize. That, he felt, would not pay in his profession. Out of work hours, the Doctor did not trouble his head about his young men, but let them go and come as they liked, and, so long as they were back by work hours, do exactly as they please. “ I am a cramming machine/’ he once said to an intimate friend, “and am paid for cramming. I don’t pretend to teach morality according to Eng- lish notions, and I object to be a spy or a policeman after the ideas of the French. I teach Greek, and Latin, and Philosophy, and Mathematics, and His- tory, as far as I know them ; if parents want anything else, they must go to another shop.” The Doctor professed to be very particular as to the pupils whom he vouchsafed to take, and seldom took one EHRENBREITSTEIN. 53 who had not a handle to his name. For this reason perhaps his house was always full. Dr. Massenger’s weakness, indeed, was that he was a tuft-hunter of the deepest dye, and he tacitly held that a noble- man could do no wrong. As the young noblemen committed to his charge sometimes did do wrong, this propensity occasionally led to scandals and awkward circumstances, but the tutor would not see it, and remained as oblivious of any moral failings in the character of his aristocratic pupils as he was before. In person he was a large, fat man, with big fubsy hands and a square red face, with a close-trimmed beard and moustachios of pale hair much speckled with grey. His wife was a showy, vulgar woman, with an auburn front, who dressed in ill-assorted colours, wore showy jewellery, and loved to talk about what she called “ the Upper Ten,” and she was never so happy as when she could get up a mild flirtation with some young sprig of nobility. When Wilfred Man waring arrived at “ Ehrenbreit- stein,” he found two pupils in the house, another, Lord Montauburn, having left the previous term. The elder of these was the Honourable Augustus Cubleigh, only son and heir of the head of the great Bankiug firm, Cubleigh and Cubleigh, who, for 54 EVELYN MANWARING. services rendered at a critical period to the Govern- ment, had recently been created Lord Guttleborough of Hampstead, in the County of Middlesex. Cubleigh was a fat, languid, effeminate young fellow, with a pale, flabby face, full sensual lips, sandy-red hair, which he wore long, and furtive eyes of a greenish tint. He eschewed all manly games, professed himself to be aesthetic in his tastes, and consumed immense quantities of pastry and sweet stuff, for which he had previously acquired an inordinate taste at Harrow, on which account, and with a delicate reminiscence of the title of his noble father, his schoolfellows had distinguished him by the expressive and suggestive soubriquet of “ Young Guttles.” At the present time, he was in the receipt of an allowance by no means equal to the gratification of his tastes, for his extravagance at school had been great, and his father had determined to make an attempt to teach him economy. It may be doubted, however, whether the peer went the right way to work to attain that desirable end. The other pupil was the young Duke of Ribbles- dale, a handsome, unaffected lad, full of high spirits and good temper, whom Wilfred had already known slightly at Eton. These two lads were delighted EHRENBREITSTEIN. 55 to renew each other’s acquaintance, and soon became fast and inseparable friends. This friendship soon excited the jealousy of Cubleigh, who was held by Eibblesdale in great contempt, and Mrs. Massenger, on more than one occasion in the silent watches of the night, expressed to her lord and master her surprise that the Duke should find anything to like in “ that Manwaring.” The good lady, you see, spited Wilfred because he had no handle to his name, and made the common mistake of supposing that, to be of good blood, a man must needs be an aristocrat. “ My love,” answered the Doctor of Philosophy, “ it’s only human nature. As long as they are young, the children of the aristocracy would make mud puddings in a gutter with a pack of young beggars, if only you let ’em. Eibblesdale will learn wisdom when he grows older.” Little, however, cared the two friends either for Cubleigli’s jealousy or Mrs. Massenger’s wonder. Together they rode, and fished, and shot, and bathed. Together they explored on foot every old church, and ruin, and camp within twenty miles of “ Ekren- breitstein.” Together they made railway excursions, and got out at remote stations, and then started walking. Together they read poetry and novels, 56 EVELYN MANWARING. together pursued those severer studies which their tutor, always conscientious in that respect, rigor- ously exacted from them. Once — we need not go into details — Wilfred discovered that his friend was about to commit an act unworthy of his high character, and which could not have failed to entail sin and shame upon the actor, and it was Wilfred’s tears, and Wilfred’s tender pleadings, and Wilfred’s firmness which turned the young Duke from his purpose. Eibblesdale never forgot this circumstance, and respect and gratitude were henceforward added to the love which he bore to his friend. Thus, then, lived on the two fine lads, rejoicing in each other’s companionship, and exulting in each other’s love. In the course of the second term of Wilfred’s residence, an event occurred which increased the coldness which subsisted between him and Cubleigh. A small shopkeeper at Fisherswick, named Slocombe, who was also the village postmaster, had a hand- some but slatternly daughter named Betsey, for whose society Cubleigh had a great predilection, and when his fellow pupils were riding, or scouring the neighbourhood on foot, he spent a great deal of his time in the shop. As time went on, he was there « ehrenbreitstein” 57 more and more, and at length scarcely a day elapsed when he could not be found ostensibly assisting the girl in sorting or stamping the letters which were put into the post-box. This sort of familiarity would have been resented by any prudent father, but Mr. Slocombe rather encouraged it than not, and often remarked, when he was in a boozy con- dition, which was by no means an uncommon occurrence, “ what a foine thing it 'ud be if his smart gal Bet was to ’ook a young lord.” One day Wilfred went to the post-office to purchase stamps, and, entering the shop, saw Betsey Slocombe and Augustus Cubleigh in the little com- partment which shut out the letter department from the groceries. The two were laughing and talking together very confidentially, and occasionally burst out laughing as they examined the letters one by one. Presently Cubleigh exclaimed, “ Look here, Betsey, here's one of that muff Manwaring's letters ; I wonder what he's got to say to his sister, he writes to her twice a week, I declare and so saying, he held the letter close to the window on his left hand, and tried to make out through the envelope what was written inside. In a moment Wilfred had leaped over the counter, and had seized the letter out of Cubleigh’s hands. “Look here, Cubleigh,” E 58 EVELYN MANWARING. he cried with flashing eyes, “ don’t let me see you touching a letter of mine in that way again. It’s a sneaking, blackguardly action which you are committing; you’ve no business among the letters at all, and if I see you there again, I’ll give you the soundest thrashing you ever had in your life. Letters are sacred amongst gentlemen ” The Honourable Augustus seemed thoroughly cowed by this address, and by the demeanour of the speaker, and his green eyes glared furtively, like those of a cat caught stealing cream. “ I beg your pardon, Manwaring,” he said at length, as he sneaked round the end of the counter into the shop, “ but really you needn’t be so fierce. I was only helping Betsey to stamp the letters;” and so saying, he walked out of the shop. The next moment the postmaster entered. “ What’s all this row about, Bet, my gal?” he said, addressing his daughter. “ It means this, Mr. Slocombe,” said Wilfred, before the girl could reply, “that if ever again I find anyone with your daughter tampering with the letters, I will write to the Postmaster-General and get you turned out of the place ; ” and so saying, he left the shop abruptly. After this circumstance, as has already been EHRENBREITSTEIN. 59 mentioned, a greater coldness than ever prevailed between the two lads ; but Wilfred, at all events, was not of a disposition to bear malice, and so the quarrel was patched up, and before long the two were, at least outwardly, on civil, if not on friendly terms. CHAPTER VII. THE FALL OF WILFRED. 1 OJILFRED M AN W APJN G’S favourite branch of ** " study was history, and to this he added a taste for antiquities, which, in part perhaps, though with a different effect, he had inherited from his father. When he had been at “ Ehrenbreitstein ” nearly six months, and shortly before the Christmas vacation, an old gentleman in the neighbourhood, who was a noted antiquary, and had a fine collection of ancient coins and medals, invited Dr. Massenger’s pupils to come over to inspect them. On the ap- pointed day, it chanced that the young Duke had another engagement, but Wilfred gladly availed himself of the opportunity of seeing objects so closely connected with his favourite branch of study, and went over to Holborough for the purpose. THE FALL OF WILFRED. 61 accompanied by Cubleigh, who professed himself interested in such things, “ from a purely aesthetic point of view.” Mr. Wilmot — for so the old gentle- man was named — was delighted to obtain an audience to whom he might descant upon the beauty and the rarity of his treasures, and when he had finished displaying his coins, he turned to open a cabinet full of choice antique gems. While thus engaged, Mr. Wilmot chanced to be called out of the room, and left his guests to examine the precious stones by themselves. This was a great delight to Wilfred, who had never seen such fine works of art before, and he was soon engrossed in the examination of heads, figures, and groups cut by the subtle fingers of long-dead Greek and Eoman artists. The gems, however, did not seem to suit the taste of Cubleigh, who presently left the recess in which the cabinet was placed, and went, as he said, to look at the pictures, of which there were some fine specimens by ancient masters upon the walls. In a few minutes Mr. Wilmot returned, and closed his coin chest regretfully, remarking, as he did so, that he had no one in the neighbourhood to sympathise with him in his taste for numismatics, and that his medals, which had scarcely seen the light for years, might be years longer before they were again 62 EVELYN MANWARING. brought out for exhibition. The old gentleman then proceeded to launch out into eulogiums upon his intaglios, in which Cubleigh now affected to take great interest; and so the morning passed away. After a good lunch, the two young men returned to “ Ehrenbreitstein," one of them at least well pleased, and the other perhaps well satisfied, with the morning's excursion. About a week after this visit, when the three young men were all sitting at their studies, according to their wont, in the dining-room, an old-fashioned, ramshakle gig drove furiously up to the front door, and a moment afterwards the servant entered, and informed Dr. Massenger that Mr. Wilmot was in the drawing-room, and desired to see him imme- diately on important business. In half-an-hour’s time, during which Cubleigh kept evincing a restless anxiety as to why “ the old beggar" had come, and had left the room for some minutes, and had again returned, Dr. Massenger burst into the room in a state of violent excitement. “ My Lord Duke and gentlemen," he cried, “ I regret, and am ashamed to inform you, that my worthy neighbour, Mr. Wilmot, has come over to tell me of a most unpleasant circumstance. He has been robbed — robbed of a number of his most THE FALL OF WILFRED. valuable gold coins — and I am sorry to say he suspects my pupils ; mine, the sojourners in ‘ Ehren- breitstein,’ to be the robbers. I have indignantly repelled the base insinuation, but I regret to say the old man, who I imagine must have lost his wits, is firm in his determination to place the matter in the hands of the detective police, unless those gentlemen who visited him at Holborough last week consent to have their rooms and effects searched in his presence. My Lord Duke, I remem- ber you were not one of the party; but you, Mr. Cubleigh, and you, Mr. Man waring, what do you say?” “ I say it is an insult even to think of such a thing,” cried Wilfred, colouring deeply. “And what do you say, Mr. Cubleigh?” asked the Doctor. “ Why,” answered he, as, more suo, he bent his furtive eyes upon the ground, “ it seems to me the proposal is a very reasonable one, and I for my part shall be most happy to assent to it, for of course we know nothing of the old gentleman's trumpery, which, after all, has most likely been stolen by some footman or housemaid.” “ Eight,” cried Dr. Massenger, “ excellently right indeed; that is just the sort of sentiment which 64 EVELYN MANWARING. I should have expected to hear from the mouth of the son of Lord Guttleborough ; and I do wish,” he added, turning to Wilfred, “ I do wish, Mr. Manwaring, I could more often see you guided by mature reason, like that of Mr. Cubleigh, rather than by those youthful impulses which are so peculiarly your own. Eibblesdale, I trust your Grace will accompany us, as, in order to satisfy my good, although somewhat unreasonable friend and neighbour, we go through the form of searching the sleeping apartments.” So saying, the Doctor, who prided himself on his art of mingling the familiarity proper to a pupil with the respect due to a nobleman of exalted rank, pompously led the way upstairs, the party being joined in the hall by Mr. Wilmot. The first room which Dr. Massenger entered was that of Cubleigh, he having probably a floating idea that it was one of the prerogatives of a person of noble birth to take precedence of a mere commoner, in having one’s room searched in quest of stolen goods. The walls of this apartment were covered with Japanese fans and handscreens made of pea- cocks’ feathers, and they were further decorated with numerous photographs of ladies in a somewhat decollete style of costume, and by crayon drawings THE FALL OF WILFRED. 65 of gentlemen with long hair, and faces which be- tokened excruciating pains in the stomach. “ Keally,” cried Dr. Massenger, in affected rapture, “ really I was not prepared for this, Mr. Cubleigh. I had really no idea you had made such a remark- ably chaste collection of er, er, er — likenesses. Quite classical, to be sure ! I am quite surprised. Wil- mot, my good friend, you are a judge of art; tell me what you think of Mr. Cubleigh’s er, er, er, gallery ” “ A pack of rubbish, that ought to be put behind the fire ! ” answered the old gentleman, testily. The Honourable Augustus seemed somewhat dis- concerted by this unfavourable criticism upon his art treasures, but he, nevertheless, showed every disposition to assist in the search which was forth- with prosecuted amongst his numerous and gorgeous effects. With his own hands he opened a gold- mounted dressing-case, threw the contents out of a desk, took the lid off a pot of cold cream, and turned the pockets of six pairs of trousers inside out. All, however, was in vain ; none of the stolen property was found, and Mr. Wilmot left the room snorting with disappointment and dissatisfaction. The whole party then adjourned to the room of Wilfred, which indeed presented a great contrast 66 EVELYN MANWARING. to that last examined. Over the chimney-piece was a large and fine photograph of the S. Cecilia of Eafael, and beneath it was slung a cross-handled sword, which had probably been used in the Wars of the Eoses. Here hung a fishing-rod, there were suspended a couple of cricket bats. In one corner stood a new rifle, and on the walls were disposed at intervals several water-coloured drawings of wild North-country scenery, and two or three engravings of dogs after Landseer. Wilfred’s conduct was certainly widely different upon this occasion from that of Cubleigh, for he displayed no anxiety whatsoever to assist in the examination of his goods and chattels. Eather he seemed to submit to it as an unwelcome necessity, and as an overpowering wrong. After long search, however, nothing was discovered, and the party were about to leave the room, when Cubleigh, who had pulled down a waistcoat from the top shelf of a wardrobe, suddenly cried out, “ Hullo, Man war- ing, there’s the very waistcoat you wore the day we went to Holborough; there’s nothing in it, is there ? Dear me, how odd ! There’s something hard in the breast pocket, but of course that’s nothing ! What drawer shall I replace it in ?” “ Let me look,” interposed Mr. Wilmot, nervously. THE FALL OF WILFRED. 67 With great apparent reluctance Cubleigh placed the garment in the old man’s hands, and the latter thrust his trembling fingers into the inner pocket, and thence drew forth a small, carefully wrapped-up paper packet, which, on being opened, displayed a broad gold noble of King Edward the Third. “ My noble, my precious noble with the unique mint-mark,” quavered Mr. Wilmot ; " they’ve not got one like it in the British Museum, and I could swear to it amongst a thousand. Well, I’m sur- prised, and I’m sorry, and I’m shocked ; but where are the rest ? there are at least fifty coins missing, and ” The rest of the sentence was interrupted by a loud, despairing cry, and then, with a heavy thud, Wilfred Manwaring fell senseless upon the floor. “ I always feared I had committed an error,” said the Heidelberg Doctor, “ when I admitted to 4 Ehrenbreitstein’ the son of a mere commoner, but I certainly never expected to find a thief amongst my pupils.” “ I don’t believe it,” cried the Duke of Ribbles- dale ; “ there’s some villainy here.” “ And I certainly could not have credited it,” said old Mr. Wilmot, fidgetting about — “ such a 68 EVELYN MANWARING. fine, open-countenanced young gentleman, too ; I certainly never could have credited it.” “ And I,” said Cubleigh, “ never would have be- lieved my governor would have sent me to a tutor’s where there was a thief in the house. And, now I come to think of it, Manwaring went over to Ossington on Saturday, and bought a new gun.” “ Ha !” cried Dr. Massenger, “ that is important.” “ By Jove, Cubleigh,” exclaimed the Duke, “ I think you are a beastly cad yourself to talk so, when the poor dear fellow is lying on the ground dead, for all we know to the contrary. Come, is no one going to help me to lift him up upon the bed ?” and so saying, he began to raise the helpless body. But the Doctor and Cubleigh stood aloof. “ Let me help,” said old Mr. Wilmot, kindly, and the two lifted up the unconscious frame, and laid it tenderly upon the bed, Doctor Massenger strut- ting by their side, like a disconcerted turkeycock, but never offering to assist. He was thinking how this unpleasant affair would affect the prestige of his establishment, and of what the stern and rigidly conscientious Lord Guttleborough would say when he came to hear of the conduct of the fellow-pupil of his son. A medical man chanced to be in the village, and was soon in attendance; but so great THE FALL OF WILFRED. 69 was the shock that his nervous system had re- ceived, that it was long before Wilfred recovered consciousness. “ Where am I ?” he sighed at last, opening his beautiful violet eyes, and trying to raise himself on the bed. “ Oh ! I remember’" — and then he sank back again in utter weakness and prostration. CHAPTER VIII. A BLASTED LIFE. mHOUGII, however, Wilfred could not rise, he * could, when at last he found himself alone, think; and Heaven only knows how exceedingly bitter were his thoughts. For some hours he lay like one stunned, trying, but trying in vain, to see his way out of the maze of sin and misery in which he was involved. Lionel, his heroic brother ; Evelyn, his tenderly loved and loving sister; the grey old Rector, who had been his steadfast friend and ad- viser from childhood upwards ; and Mary Elthorne, his sister’s friend — what would all these think of him ? And the village lads at Holmcastle, his companions in every manly game, and to whom ere while he had been the friend and adviser — would not they too, when they came to know it, A BLASTED LIFE. 71 despise him in their honest hearts ? He had loved those rough, honest, true-hearted fellows as friends and comrades, with that love which, in this country, thank God, so often subsists between the best-born and the rural poor — a thing which it enters not into the heart of a United States republican to conceive or understand ; and now Wilfred felt he dare not look one of them in the face. And his father ? His father had indeed been a cold, unsympathetic parent, so far as personal intercourse was concerned, and there had been little or no confidence between them ; but the boy reflected that he owed food, and raiment, and education, and many of the joys of life to him alone, and his grateful heart swelled with grief at the disappointment he would feel. Wilfred probably appreciated anything which was of good in his father's character more, and loved him better, than did his other children. He had the poet’s gift .of idealising. His own high-strung, enthusiastic nature led him to feel that his father’s foibles, ridiculous and even wrong as they were when viewed from some aspects, had yet for their basis something which, if not noble, was at least unsordid. At all events, they sprang not from that “ fons et origo mali ,” the base love of money. His father’s family pride was in some respects redeemed by the fact that he could 72 EVELYN MAN WARING. make nothing by it; and Wilfred mourned as he thought of the shock which the announcement he would surely receive would have on his father’s reserved and proud nature. It may seem strange, hut it is nevertheless true, that the thought of attempting to justify himself scarcely even entered into the lad’s over-sensitive mind. The foul accusa- tion had been made, that accusation was supported by a chain of circumstantial evidence, and he felt he was doomed to take the consequences. As regarded justification, he must let that alone for ever. Bowed down in the dust of the degradation of the present hour, the boy could look out with no hope upon the future ; all was a blank before him. Heretofore, to his poetic soul, life itself had been very dear, and his happiness in that life had been great and vivid. Heretofore, his young life had been to him as life was to Adam before the fall. That was the outcome and the reward of his innocence. Where there was no sin, there was no shame. He had made the poet’s words his ov 7 n — “ Oh, the wild joys of living! the leaping from rock up to rock, The strong rending of boughs from the fir trees, the cool, silver shock Of the plunge in the pool’s living waters ” A BLASTED LIFE. 73 He had rejoiced in his strength, as he climbed the crags of Stan wick Chase; he had joyed in his lonely rambles over the solemn moors with his gun, with which he had shot the casual grouse, or the rare falcons which haunted the highest rocks ; he had revelled in the swift paces of his horse ; he had loved the excitement of the manly games, in which he was himself the foremost actor. Not a star shone in the silent midnight sky, not a bird sang in the leafy copses, not a flower blossomed by the wayside, not a fern uncurled its fronds in the crevices of the rocks, that had not been to him a source of living joy. Now, all that was passed and over; the light had died out from his life, and the blackness of darkness covered his soul. Alas, that it should be so ! Alas, that to some noble natures a sense of injustice received is the most crushing and most deadly of all blows that can be dealt! It was near nine o'clock in the evening when Dr. Massenger came up to Wilfred's room. After the expression of a cold and mechanical hope that he was feeling better, the Heidelberg Doctor said, “ I have come to inform you, Mr. Manwaring, that I have written to your father, and have despatched F 74 EVELYN MANWARING. the letter by this evening’s post, to prepare him for your immediate return to the honourable home you have disgraced, as, in justice to my other pupils, I can no longer permit you to be the associate of gentlemen of noble birth and refined feelings, into whose company I confess I was wrong ever to have permitted one of your station to enter. No,” pursued the Doctor, as he saw Wilfred was attempting to speak— “ no, I cannot permit any explanation or any excuses. Your manifest reluctance to have your effects examined (how widely different was the behaviour of that exemplary young man, the* heir of Lord Guttleborough !), and the fortuitously fortunate discovery of a portion of your ill-gotten plunder in the recesses of a garment which you wore when you were unsuspiciously admitted to view the Lares — the household gods, I may say — of a gentleman who is not only an ornament to society, but whom I am proud to reckon amongst the number of my own personal friends, renders all explanation superfluous and useless. The restitution of the rest of the plunder (although I fear that is rendered impossible by your recent purchase of an expensive instrument calculated to destroy life — I mean a fowling-piece) will, I apprehend, be a matter for the consideration of the legal advisers on both sides, since, with what A BLASTED LIFE. 75 I confess appears to me to be a misplaced leniency, my outraged friend declines to prosecute you for the criminal offence. All I have to say at present is, that you will leave this roof to-morrow, and will return at once to your parental mansion. For the remainder of the evening, I haye to insist upon your remaining in your own chamber, and you will depart by the first train in the morning. As I shall not see you again, I now bid you farewell, with the earnest hope that, not yet utterly hardened in crime, you may live to redeem the shameful past.” With these words, the pro- prietor of “ Ehrenbreitstein ” turned on his heel, and stumped out of the room. Wilfred, who, during the foregoing oration, was prostrate upon his bed, turned himself to the wall on the Doctor’s exit, a prey to the deepest shame and sorrow. He was just sinking into a disturbed slumber, when he was aroused by a friendly arm being thrown round his neck, and, as he turned in the darkness, he felt a warm kiss imprinted upon his fevered brow by some one who was leaning over him, as he half-knelt by the bedside. “Manwaring, Manwaring, my dear old fellow,” cried a sympathetic voice, “ don’t take this horrid 76 EVELYN MANWARING. matter so much to heart. All will be explained ; I know it will. I felt sure from the first it was some devilry of that infernal cad, Cubleigh. You can’t think that I, your friend and companion, could ever think you guilty — you who are the dearest and best and noblest fellow I ever saw ; you, who I know, and shall always gratefully remember, have done me good ; you, whose advice and entreaties saved me from sin, and to whom I owe more than I can ever repay !” The speaker was the young Duke of Eibblesdale, and as he spoke, he nestled close to the forlorn youth, and threw his strong arms around him, and wetted him with his tears. “ Look here,” he continued ; “ Massenger has told me you are to be sent home to-morrow in disgrace. It’s a beastly shame. But don’t think I shall remain here without you ; I would bolt first. But I know my mother will remove me at Christmas if I ask her. Massenger is an old snob, and I have no pity for, nor patience with him. He told me not to speak to you again ; but you see here I am, come to say good-bye and God bless you. We shall meet again, I know, in happier times.” Wilfred felt deeply moved by the affectionate A BLASTED LIFE. 77 kindness of his friend, but he was too weak and miserable to speak. He returned, however, the embrace, and then once more he was left alone to the company of his own sad thoughts. It is indeed grievous to reflect upon a blasted life. CHAPTER IX. A BRANCH IS LOPPED FROM THE FAMILY TREE. HE letter in which Dr. Massenger acquainted A Mr. Manwaring with his son's delinquency was a very matter-of-fact document, and stated the points which had come to his knowledge with minute and relentless exactness. It plainly ex- pressed the writer's deliberate conviction that Wilfred was a thief, and hinted at his regret that he had not been more particular before he had admitted him to the companionship of gentlemen of noble birth. The reception of this letter was, as may be supposed, a great blow to the Squire. But it filled him with rage rather than with grief; and after two or three hours' consideration, he deter- A BRANCH LOPPED FROM THE TREE. 79 mined on the immediate and condign punishment of the offender who had brought disgrace upon the Family. A son of his not a fit companion for anyone, l Here was the sting. A member of the ancient Family of Man waring not fit to asso- ciate with the son of a parvenu like Lord Guttle- borough ! Here was the disgrace ! In his self- conceit, so convinced was he that no one would venture to attempt to deceive him, that it never even entered into his head to weigh the evidence of the alleged crime; nor in all that he did, and in all that he determined to do, did the father once think of the moral wickedness of the act which he believed his own son to have committed. All he thought of, and all he thought of punishing him for, was, not the sin committed against God and man, but the offence committed against the House of Manwaring. Pride of ancestry, which, kept within due bounds and rightly regulated, might to some be an incentive to good and to noble action — Noblesse oblige — became, in the case of the Squire of Holmcastle, the parent of evil in its effects, as well as a positive crime in itself. The desire of retribution made the old man blind. In his rage and wounded pride, he forgot what he had once forgotten before, that the acres of 80 EVELYN MANWARING. his much-loved Holmcastle were entailed upon the son he was about to cast out like a dog upon the world, and that if his son Lionel should die without issue, the castaway, should he survive, would come to reign in his own stead at the Manor. Poor Evelyn learned from her father the outline of the story of her beloved brother’s crime and disgrace, and finding her own urgent entreaties of no avail, she hastily despatched a letter to the Eectory, to entreat Mr. Elthorne to visit her father, and try to dissuade him from any rash course. The Eector, in great distress of mind — for he loved and valued the boy — came at once, but he altogether failed to dissuade the Squire from the course on which he had already determined. Mr. Manwaring was in many respects a weak man, but, like most weak men, he was as obstinate as a mule. If it was long before he could come to any definite decision at all, yet, when he had once formed it, he deemed that it was as irreversible as the laws of the Medes and Persians, and it was next to impossible to turn him from it. So it proved on the present occasion. Mr. Elthorne found the Squire as hard as adamant. As the old and trusted friend of the family, and as the Parish Priest, he tried to shake A BRANCH IS LOPPED FROM THE TREE. 81 his determination, but he tried in vain. In vain he pointed out the injustice of precipitation. In vain he prayed the Squire to adopt mild measures towards his son, who, after all, might not be guilty, and who, even if guilty, might, by kindness and love, be won back to repentance and virtue. In vain he set before the Squire the duty of keeping a place in the fold for the strayed sheep ; a seat by the old familiar home-hearth for the returning prodigal, if such he were. In vain he pointed out that that “ Gospel within a Gospel,” the Parable of the Prodigal Son, had a double application, and held up to view, for the imitation of his chief parishioner, the Majestic Figure of the Father running forward with the outstretched arms of Divine Mercy to embrace him who, lost in the mazes of sin, had resolved to arise and return to his home. In vain, in vain ; for that tender parable had, for that wretched father, been spoken to no purpose ! At length Mr. Elthorne was stirred to strong indignation, and sternly rebuked the obstinate old man. “ I warn you,” he said, as he took his leave, “ that you are about to commit a sin against God and against your own son. You are resolved to sacrifice the living to the dead. Who are you, that you dare to withhold forgiveness 82 EVELYN MANWARING. from another, and that one your own flesh and blood? ‘Vengeance is Mine/ saith God; ‘I will repay/ And know this, proud man, that if it were to please God to strike you down in this revengeful frame of mind, my hands would refuse to administer to you the Blessed Sacrament to soothe your dying hours!” And so Mr. Elthorne left the house, after a short interview with Evelyn, in which he assured her of his entire belief in Wilfred’s innocence. As soon as the Rector had departed, Mr. Man- waring unlocked his black oak escritoire, and drew thence the lengthy parchment which contained the emblazoned pedigree of his Family. He then rang the bell, and when the old butler entered the room, he said, “ Pinfold, I have called you to witness my act,” and then with penknife and sandpaper he deliberately erased his younger son’s name from the parchment. This done, he added, “When he who was my son arrives, show him to his room, and let him sup there ; he leaves for London to-morrow, never to return. Tell the servants and people never to mention his name in my presence again. You will make the necessary preparations for his depar- ture by the first train. In an hour’s time I shall have a letter ready, which you will put into his A BRANCH IS LOPPED FROM THE TREE. 83 hands on his arrival. There, that will do; I will ring when the letter is ready.” So Pinfold retired, and the old man was left alone to write and to sign what, little as he knew it, was in veriest truth his own death-warrant. CHAPTER X. WILFRED MANWARING GOES INTO EXILE. YT was afternoon when Wilfred reached the home ^ of his fathers — that home which was no longer to be his. The old butler, whom he had known from childhood, and who, boy and man, had lived at the Manor for close on seventy years, regarded him with a puzzled air, as, according to the orders he had received, he showed him to his room. “Here be a letter for ’ee from the Squire, Master Wilfred,’’ said he; and, putting a letter, sealed with a great coat of arms, into his hand, he hurried out of the room. Wilfred burst open the missive. It was a terrible communication, and contained his father’s decision concerning him — an ultimatum from which by experience he knew there was no appeal. Therein WILFRED MANWARING GOES INTO EXILE. 85 his father refused to see him again, and discarded him as his son for ever. Under pain of his curse, he commanded him to abandon the name of Manwaring, and, from the day. following forward, to abstain from holding any correspondence either with himself or with any other member of his Family. He ordered him to prepare to start next morning by the 7.40 train from Oswaldshaugh, which was the nearest railway station (with characteristic formality and littleness of mind, the writer prided himself on inserting this detail), and directed him to go to London, and present himself at the office of his Town solicitors, Messrs. Prodgers & Sharpin, who, as he was no longer worthy to bear the Family Name, had directions to apprentice him under that of Thomas Brown to some respectable grocer in a distant part of England. “You have forfeited the right to call yourself a Gentleman, or to associate with the equals of my Family. I have therefore desired my solicitors to pay the premium necessary for your apprenticeship to a trade; and lest you should be tempted to further crime, I enclose a note for £10. This is the last remittance and the last communication you will ever receive from him whose disgrace it is that he was once your father.— C. P. M.” 86 EVELYN MANWARING. When the boy had read this dreadful letter, he sat like one dazed, white and still, with silent tears of anguish flowing down his pallid cheeks. He was roused by the entrance of his sister, who rushed into the room, flung her arms around him, and mingled her tears with his. “ My darling, darling brother •!” she cried at length. “Then you don’t believe me guilty, Evelyn?” gasped out the wretched boy. “Guilty? No, impossible!” she cried, clinging to him fondly. “Then I have some hope left in life,” answered the lad, in low, measured tones. “ My darling brother,” resumed Evelyn, “ how my heart does bleed for you ! ” “ God bless you, dear,” said Wilfred. “ But, tell me, what will Lionel think, when he hears I am sent away from home as a thief?” Yes, what would Lionel think ? that bright, brave Captain of Dragoons, whom Wilfred had ever looked up to as his ideal of a knight of old; that kind and noble brother, who loved him so well, and had taught him to swim and ride and shoot, and who, from African bivouacs and African fastnesses, wrote him such tender letters ? It was a bitter thought, and Wilfred wept afresh. WILFRED MANWARING GOES INTO EXILE. 87 The brother and sister, so lately joined, so soon to be parted, had a long and sorrowful talk together. At length Evelyn said, “ Darling, I must leave you, and go down to our father. It was only after a dreadful scene, and with the utmost difficulty, that I got him to consent to my seeing you at all. Mr. Elthorne wanted to visit you, but our father would not hear of it, so he has sent his love and blessing by me, and he charged me to say he trusts you now and ever. Wilfred, we must bid each other farewell. I feel you will be righted sooner or later, and in that case our father will no doubt send to you through the lawyers. Meanwhile, trust in God, and remember that the heart of your sister will ever cling to you with the fondest love. Here is a tiny parting gift; take it with you, and open it when you are on your w 7 ay to that great, dreadful London. You know our father has willed that we are not to write to one another ; it is hard, but we must obey, and we can remember each other in our prayers. Now kiss me, dear, and say good-bye.” The brother and sister fell into each other’s arms, and after that long, last, loving embrace, Wilfred found himself alone. Before his sister’s visit, the cruel sense of injustice, which ere now has made demons of good men, had well-nigh crushed his 88 EVELYN MANWARING. highly-strung, chivalrous nature and refined spirit; he could not think of the future, he could only bear. Now, however, he remembered his friend Ribblesdale’s words, in connection with those of his sister and with the message sent him by Mr. Elthorne, and he felt a well-spring of hope in his stricken hearty Now, once more, he could think, he could plan, he could determine ; and when Pinfold brought his supper up to his room, he could, what seemed impossible before, make a tolerable meal. So great is the buoyancy of youth, so great the power of human sympathy. “So you be going to Lun’on, Master Wilfred?” said Pinfold, when he came to take away ; “ I suppose I must put up your dress things as usual V “ No, Pinfold, no dress things for me,” answered the young man ; “ I suppose I shall never want dress things again. Put me up as few things as possible, and the strongest boots and clothes you can find. Pinfold, I am going away from home in disgrace, and I want to thank you for all the kindness you have ever showed me. Don’t let the poor people think worse of me than they can help, Pinfold.” So saying, Wilfred put his hand in that of the faithful old servant, and when he withdrew it, a WILFRED MANWARING GOES INTO EXILE. 89 tear had fallen upon it. There was comfort, he felt, even in that. But the poor lad was destined to have yet another visitor. Before Pinfold could shut the door, a scuffling sound was heard in the passage, and Floss, his beautiful dog Floss, bounded into the room, and, leaping up against his young master, whined with delight as he licked his hands. “ Moreover , the dogs came and licked his sores these words came into the boy’s mind with a new and touching significance. If the dumb animals still loved him, surely he might hope for love from Above. “ When father and mother forsake me , the Lord taketh me up:” these words also flashed upon his mind, and he prayed to his Heavenly Father for the first time since the fatal discovery of the robbery, and felt a ray of comfort illumine the darkness of his soul. It is strange how, in the hours of the greatest need, in seasons of sorrow or on the bed of death, the words of the Hebrew shepherd-king, of the fishermen of Tiberias, of the Carpenter of Galilee, strike upon the souls of men with soothing power. It is for these words that men then crave ; and no one ever yet upon a death- bed asked to hear read a speech of Mr. Bradlaugh’s, a disquisition of Mr. Herbert Spencer’s, or a tract by old he-she Mrs. Besant ! G 90 EVELYN MANWARING. Next morning, after leaving an envelope on the table directed to his father, which contained the £10 note he had received the previous evening, Wilfred Manwaring was carried off to the railway station, and driven out into the widerness of that world whereof he knew so little. The clerk stared when the young gentleman asked for a third class ticket to London, but he made no observation. The train arrived, and in five minutes the poor outcast was gone. His foes were they of his own household. His father had with his own hands drawn the veil of separation between himself and his son. And he never saw his son again. As he sowed s so did he reap. Never more, never more. CHAPTEK XI. THE SQUIRE LEARNS THE TRUTH. T HE return of the £10 note, which at first sur- prised and somewhat perplexed Mr. Manwaring, had the after effect of confirming his belief in his son’s guilt. “ Had he not been well off for money,” he argued, “ he would never have refused the sum I so liberally gave him.” A week, however, had scarcely elapsed since Wilfred’s banishment, when the Squire received a letter from Messrs. Prodgers and Sharpin, in which they informed him that they had made arrangements for his son’s apprenticeship at Yeovil, in Somersetshire, in conformity with his instructions, and would be glad to know when they might expect the young gentleman in town, as he was now several days overdue. This unexpected letter disturbed the Squire not 92 EVELYN MANWARING. a little, as lie had never in the least degree contem- plated that any son of his would venture to disobey his commands. A brisk exchange of telegrams ensued, and Mr. Manwaring learned that beyond a doubt his son had disappeared. Inquiries were made through the police, but no intelligence as to his whereabouts was forthcoming. At last it was discovered that a young man named Thomas Brown, whose personal appearance was said to correspond with that of Wilfred, had taken a deck passage to Melbourne, Australia, on board the Trans- Atlantic Company’s steamer Windsor Castle , and had already gone on board, and sailed from Gravesend. The news that his son had actually started for the Antipodes had a curious effect upon the old man’s mind. At first he was disposed to be glad that he was so well and easily rid of the Disgrace of the Family, but yet, somehow, the intelligence filled his mind with doubt and fear. When he took measures to apprentice his son in some remote place in a Southern County, he probably, in his heart of hearts, desired him to be where, at some future and undefined time, he could ascertain that he was alive and well; but now that he was gone altogether beyond his ken, he began to doubt whether, after all, he had not been too precipitate. THE SQUIRE LEARNS THE TRUTH. 93 Some kind of natural affection may perhaps have begun to assert itself; but at any rate the Squire could not prevent the entrance of misgivings into his mind. The very fact that his son had dared to take an independent course, and one which was contrary to his express commands, suggested the question whether he was so undoubtedly guilty of the crime imputed to him as he had himself con- cluded him to be. What if, after all, that was the case ? The Rector was right ; he ought to have demanded and jealously sifted the evidence which incriminated a Manwaring, and cast so great a slur upon the Family. He would see Mr. Elthorne again; he would command the attendance of Dr. Massenger. Harassed by such conflicting views and miserable doubts as these, Mr. Manwaring was sitting one morning in his study, when he was aroused by the sound of wheels on the gravel outside. A violent ring at the door-bell ensued, and then the sound of an altercation was heard in the hall. Something extraordinary had evidently occurred, and at last Mr. Manwaring, unable to bear the suspense any longer, opened the door and looked out. Imme- diately he caught sight of the fat, burly form of Dr. Massenger, who was evidently labouring under 94 EVELYN MANWARING. great excitement, and vainly endeavouring to pass Pinfold, who, having received strict orders to deny everyone access to his master, was holding the visitor at bay. The Squire was struck by the coincidence of Dr. Massenger's arrival at the very time when he was meditating the sending of a telegram to desire his presence, and uneasily led the way back into the library. The Doctor had indeed come upon no light errand. He had come to tell the wretched father that his son Wilfred's character was altogether cleared, and his innocence established beyond a doubt; and, in addition, that the real culprit was no other than the Honourable Augustus Cubleigh. The distress of the Squire on the receipt of this intelligence was extreme, and at first he almost seemed to be taking leave of his senses. He would listen to no extenuation of, or excuses for, the miserable part Dr. Massenger had played in the matter, and he overwhelmed that learned person with the most cutting reproaches, which the private tutor could not but feel to be richly deserved. Deep down in the Doctor's nature, howsoever much it was overlaid by pomposity and the propensity to truckling and tuft-hunting, there was a vein of honesty and some sense of justice, and the man who THE SQUIRE LEARNS THE TRUTH. 95 had so large a share in wrecking a young life could not find it in his heart to resent or reply to the abuse which was heaped upon him by the unhappy father. At length he took his leave, and Mr. Man- waring was left alone to regret the irremediable past, and to brood over a crime which could never be repaired. Now, too late, his eyes were opened. He himself it was, not his son, who was the “ Disgrace of the Family.” He it was, not his son, who had sullied the Family Honour, by giving ear to baseless and idle reports that a Man waring was a common thief. He it was, who, instead of jealously guarding the honour of one who bore his name, had, without inquiry, let himself be the dupe of a Germanised nobody, and had made his own son the victim of a mere parvenu , whose grandfather was a money- lender on a second floor in a sm#ll street off the Strand. Yes, Wilfred was innocent; his soul was as white as snow ; and, driven from his home, Wilfred had disappeared ! The wretched old man saw it all now. Too late, too late ! It was the white innocence of his boy’s soul, it was his chivalrous sense of honour, that could not brook falsehood and injustice ; it was the delicate sensitiveness of the true Gentleman which 96 EVELYN MANWARING. had led the youth to revolt against the search for stolen goods amongst his property. It was an indignant protest against a shameful charge, which, when once he was repulsed, led him rather to suffer in silence than to condescend to reply or to defend himself. It was the overpowering weight of that cunningly devised and malignantly arranged circum- stantial evidence which seemed to establish his guilt, which fell upon his soul with such crushing weight that he despaired of proving his innocence, and so felt he must let that alone for ever. Later in the day the Squire visited Wilfred's room, which had been kept locked up since his exile. Sure never did a youth's bed-chamber speak more eloquently of the pure and noble nature of its possessor than that. His books, his many books, how well chosen they were ! Long lines of the great English poets adorned the shelves. Chaucer, Shakspere, Spenser, Words- worth, Byron, Keats, Tennyson, Longfellow, Brown- ing — -all who had sung nobly and sung well — had there a place ; but not a volume of the slimy and effeminate effusions of the fleshly school, or of the grovelling and un-English adulators of French infidels, anarchists, and petroleuses. The unap- proachable novels of Sir Walter Scott, and the THE SQUIRE LEARNS THE TRUTH. 97 works of Dickens, Charles Kingsley, and Hawthorne, seemed, from the care bestowed upon their bindings, to be the especial favourites of their owner; and the Beligio Medici and Hydriotapliia of Sir Thomas Browne, The Compleat Angler of Izaak Walton, the Icon Basilike with its quaint frontispiece, Miss Burney’s Evelina , and the Vicar of Wakefield , showed that Wilfred Manwaring was not unappreciative of the older masters of English literature — “ stars in the elder darkness of our loved fatherland.” Natural Science, too, held a large place in the boy’s collec- tion, and works on Geology, Natural History, Topography, Antiquities, and History were largely represented. In one corner was a cabinet of fossils collected by the owner, in another a collection of local antiquities. On the walls, amongst the photo- graphs and prints which erewhile had adorned his snug study at Eton, were hung ancient pikes and swords, which of old time had done good service for king or parliament in the hands of stout Lancashire gentry and yeomen ; and over the fireplace was the great Golden Eagle which Wilfred had shot on Stanwiclc Edge, the last vacation he spent at home — a trophy he was even prouder of than of the numerous silver cups he had won at the athletic sports at school. 98 EVELYN MANWARING. These, and other like objects, all of which testified to the manly, innocent, and noble nature of their former owner — household gods loved and prized by their once possessor — the old man moved among, and saw as if in a dream. Too late his eyes were opened to the treasure he had neglected, and to the treasure he had lost. In his banished son burned as knightly and as chivalrous a soul as had ever ennobled any of his ancestors, and the Squire felt now, that in the contemplation and worship of the Dead Past and of the Dead he had neglected the Living, and had sacrificed the all-important latter to the little-important former. Then he thought of his young wife, who had just time, ere her pure soul took flight, to kiss and bless the Babe, whom, almost grown to man’s estate, he had himself disinherited and cast out in shame and poverty. And this thought softened him. and anon he sent for Evelyn to come to him in the lost boy’s room, and there, amidst all his belongings, he told her of the certainty of her brother’s innocence. Hearing this, Evelyn shed tears of joy, not because her Wilfred was innocent — that she knew already — but because his good name was vindicated; and then she shed tears of sorrow because he was she knew not where, and at any rate far out of THE SQUIRE LEARNS THE TRUTH. 99 reach of the news that would he as balm to his wounded soul. On the day following, two letters of importance as regards this history were received at the Manor. The first of these was addressed to Mr. Man waring, and was written by Lord Guttleborough. His lord- ship, who was the head of the great Banking firm which bore his family name, and a man of almost fabulous wealth, amidst the grief and shame which he felt on account of the crime of his son and heir, had thought of, and had felt deeply for, the father and son whom his own son had injured so deeply. He wrote accordingly to express the sorrow he felt for both ; and in entreating Mr. Manwaring’s forgive- ness, he hinted in the most delicate manner, that if from his position or influence he could in any way, or at any time, be of use in promoting the welfare of his son, he would esteem it a privilege to use them in his behalf. Lord Guttleborough’s letter was essentially that of a gentleman, and, spite of his old contempt for parvenus , the Squire, in his softened mood, recognised it as such, and felt proportionately grateful. The other letter was addressed to Wilfred ; and after the Squire had opened and read it, and re-read it countless times, he gave it to Evelyn for perusal. 100 EVELYN MANWARING. When, in the course of events, it again came into her hands, she preserved it amongst her choicest treasures. As it contained an account of several circumstances which I should otherwise have to recount in my own words, I will quote it at length in the next chapter. CHAPTER XII. THE DUKE OF RIBBLESDALE’S LETTER. Ehrenbreitstein. Tuesday. My dear Manwaring, Hurrah ! You are cleared of all suspicion, as I always knew you would be, and— just as I expected — our dear friend, “ Young Guttles/’ is convicted of the robbery. I am sorry I was pre- vented from writing yesterday, as I should like to have been the first to tell you the good news ; but Lord Guttleborough, who has certainly behaved like a thorough gentleman in the matter, insisted on Dr. Massenger’s starting at once to see your father, and I believe wrote himself, so you will already have heard the good news. We have had quite an exciting time of it the last two or three days in this not over-and-above lively hole, which indeed, 102 EVELYN MANWARING. since your departure, has become duller than ditch water. First, dear old Eton, and then your coming to Ehrenbreitstein, have made me feel how impos- sible it is to live a life worth living without a friend to love and confide in. But I must tell you how the affair came about, with all particulars, in proper order. Well, then, a few days after you left, Mrs. Mas- senger went to dine with the Disneys at Pottle- hampton, and wore on that solemn occasion the diamond brooch about which we used to laugh at her, because she was always boasting of it as the bequest of her Aunt Trickleback. When she came home at night, she replaced the brooch in her dressing-case, but, when she opened the latter two or three days afterwards, the brooch had disappeared, and along with it twenty sovereigns which the old lady (what a rage she would be in if she knew I called her old !) had hoarded up, “ unbeknown ” to her husband. Madame was perfectly furious at her loss, and insisted on the matter being put into the hands of two detectives from Manchester. These worthies — Diggles and Breffit were their respective and respectable names — seem to have acted with great tact and discretion. It was evident that no violence had been used in opening the box; they THE DUKE OF RIBBLESDALE’S LETTER. 103 therefore decided that it must have been opened by means of a false key — a wax impression having somehow been obtained from the original. They accordingly made inquiries at Ossington, and speedily ascertained that a short time before “ a young gentle- man” had brought the pattern of a key to a lock- smith there, and had said he wanted a duplicate made for his desk. Locksmith could not remember what the “ young gent ” was like, but had an idea he had “carrotty” hair. Making further inquiries at Ossington, Diggles and Breffit discovered that “a young lady,” name unknown, had taken two diamonds to a jeweller in the High Street, and wanted to sell one of them, and to have the other made up into a ring. The stones, she said, had been left her by an aunt. The jeweller, who seems to have been a consummate rascal, gave the girl £8 for one of the diamonds, which was worth £20 at the least, and took the commission for the ring. Jeweller didn’t know the girl by sight, but his shopman “ thought she was a larky one,” and followed her to the door for a bit of chat when she left the shop, and noticed that she went straight to the establishment of Messrs. Tackham and Gridray, the Drapers. Tack- ham and Gridray remembered the girl’s coming, and that they had sold her a hat — a red velvet hat, with 104 EVELYN MANWARING. a yellow feather in it, because she said she wanted one “ fit for the wife of a lord.” Thereupon Messrs. Diggles and Breffit returned in triumph, and learned that Betsey Slocombe had appeared the previous Sunday in church in a marvellous hat, which exactly tallied with Messrs. Tackham and Gridray’s description. The appearance, in fact, of the young lady in question was so utterly absurd, that I myself saw lots of people burst out into fits of derisive laughter as she passed down the aisle. The detectives now had nothing to do but to get a warrant for Miss Betsey’s apprehension, which they effected within two hours of their return. The girl was terribly frightened, but, seeing how much the detectives knew, she acknowledged that she had had two of the missing diamonds in her possession, but declared that Cubleigh had put them into her hands, and that she had only disposed of them in accordance with his directions. The next thing was to test the truth of her accusation ; and to this at length old Massenger consented, though with great reluctance, and only when Madame positively insisted on its being done. The detectives effected their purpose in what you will agree with me in thinking an ingenious manner. To us — i.e ., to “ Young Guttles ” and your humble servant — sitting grinding over our THE DUKE OF RIBBLESDALE’S LETTER. 105 Tacitus, enters a respectable, middle-aged mechanic in shirt sleeves and a dirty apron, which had once been white (Diggles got up to his part to perfection), and begins to boggle over the lock of old Massenger’s writing-table. “ Bother this ’ere lock!” cries Diggles, “ it’s got ’ampered, so as no key o’ mine will open on it. I on’y wish my mate ’ad the job i’stead o’ I, for I’m more used to bell’anging than to locksmith ing, I am. I won’er whether one o’ you two young gents ’as got a key as ’ud fit, and ’ud be so werry good as to lend ’un for a minnit V 1 Thus adjured, Cubleigh and I, with the innocence of sucking doves, handed over our bunches of keys to the pseudo-locksmith, who at once spots the false key amongst those belonging to Cubleigh. “Why, I’ve the right key arter all on t’other bunch,” cries Diggles ; “ what a softy I is, to be sure ; but thanks to you, gents, all the same;” and, so saying, he opened the drawer with a flourish, banged it to again, returned our keys with a merry twinkle in his eyes, and left the room to report what he had discovered. “ I believe that fellow’s a fool,” remarked Cubleigh, as the man went out; “did you notice his idiotic grin as he left the room ?” H 106 EVELYN MANWARING. Upon this, Massenger sent off express to telegraph for Lord Guttleborough, and next morning the great man arrived soon after breakfast. He was closeted with the Doctor for more than an hour, and then the two came into the room where we were sitting. Cubleigh seemed utterly flabbergasted at the un- looked-for appearance of his father, but he put on a sickly smile as he went up to greet him. “No, sir,” cried my Lord, in a terrible voice, “ don’t attempt to speak to me ; I’ll bandy no words with you ; but come up into your bedroom at once. And you,” he added, turning to me, “ having, as I understand, been present at another search for stolen goods, I have thought it right to ask Dr. Massenger’s permission to request your Grace to come upstairs a second time for a similar purpose.” All I could do, though I confess I was dying of curiosity, was to bow assent, aud then up we all went into Cubleigh’s room. Lord Guttleborough seemed in no mood to spare his son. He compelled him to rummage out even the smallest articles. Once, in a sudden fit of fury, he tore down a photograph from the wall, and crushed it, frame and all, under his feet. At length we came to Cubleigh’s desk. “ Open that,” said my Lord, sternly. THE DUKE OF RIBBLESDALE’S LETTER. 107 Cubleigh obeyed, and ostentatiously threw out all the contents upon the table. “ I don’t know what you expect to find,” said he ; “ but I hope you are satisfied now.” Lord Guttleborough gave a sigh, as if of relief. Dr. Massenger looked puzzled. “ I suppose I may put these things back now?” said Cubleigh ; and as he spoke I noticed a look of exultation upon his pale countenance. As no one answered, he moved the desk, when, as he did so, a rattling sound was heard, and the hand that held it trembled visibly. “Ha! what’s that?” cried Lord Guttleborough. “ Give that desk to me.” The son obeyed, trembling more and more as he did so. “ Secret drawers !” almost screamed my Lord, and as he shook the desk violently, the rattling increased, and then a secret drawer fell out, and disclosed a number of diamonds picked out of their setting, the gold setting in a paper by itself, and — what do you think, Manwaring ? — why, no less than forty -nine gold coins, the very number wanting to make up the tale of those stolen from Mr. Wilmot. There was a dead silence for a few moments, and then Dr. Massenger ejaculated the word, u Kleptomania ! ” 108 EVELYN MANWARING. “ Confound your Kleptomania,” gasped out my Lord, turning on the Doctor so fiercely that he started as if he were shot ; “ can't you call a spade a spade, man ? It's a clear case of robbery, and my only son is the thief ! And he made another suffer for his crime ! There, let me sit down — I feel faint;" and, so saying, the old lord let the desk fall from his hands, and would himself have fallen to the ground if I had not stepped forward and guided him to a sofa. It was a dreadful sight, Manwaring ; the old father with his face buried in his hands, sobbing aloud, and the son with his green eyes moving furtively here and there, looking like some trapped beast of prey. After what seemed a long interval, my Lord looked up, and then I was shocked to observe that he looked years older than when we entered the room — quite old, I thought, and broken — but presently he spoke with a firm, though feeble voice : “ Dr. Mes- senger, there is much to be done; I think Mr. Wilmot ought at once to be informed of the dis- covery of his stolen property, and if you think fit to hand that cowering thief yonder over to the detectives who are in the house, I shall not say one word to save him, and if he leaves you now, he will be at your or Mr. Wilmot’s disposal. I, too, THE DUKE OF RIBBLESDALE’S LETTER. 109 must write at once to the poor father of this un- fortunate young man, whom you expelled from your house upon evidence upon which I would not have hung a dog.” [You should only have seen how Massenger winced when my Lord said this !] “ I think the least you can do is to start and go yourself to Mr. Manwaring. There are other things, too, to do and settle ; the case of this wretched girl will have to be investigated and considered, so I must ask you to put me up for the night. I can occupy this room,” continued my Lord, as he glanced around him sadly, “ if you allow the thief to depart ; the carriage which brought me here must take him away from an honest household” (here he indicated his son by a movement of his hand) ; “ I would not have him pollute it with his presence a moment more than is needful, and pray remember he will be forthcoming when he is wanted.” “ My Lord, I’m sure we shall be gratified and honoured and delighted,” cried Mrs. Massenger (who must have been listening at the door), as she bustled into the room ; “ that is, if your Lordship will excuse such poor accommodation as we can offer. I am sure I am extremely sorry for what has occurred, but I am sure your Lordship will excuse me if I am glad to recover my diamonds, which were a 110 EVELYN MANWAR1NG. legacy from my Aunt, Miss Trickleback — one of the Tricklebacks of Stockport ; one must think of one’s family relics, mustn’t one, my Lord ? and I hope, my Lord, you will use your Lordship’s influence to get back the two diamonds which that brazen huzzy ” “ Depend upon it, Madam,” interposed Lord Guttleborough, haughtily, “ I will see justice done to all. Augustus,” he added, looking a moment at his son, and then turning his head away, “ you will prepare to leave at once ; ” and, so saying, he tottered out of the room. Now, my dear fellow, confess that I am a brick for having spun this long yarn. I thought you would like and ought to know everything as it occurred, and you know I don’t often err on the score of too great prolixity in my letters. Believe me, I am glad from the bottom of my heart that you are righted, and believe, also, that if ever you want or wish for anything that I can do for you, you may always command your grateful and affectionate friend, Bibblesdale. P.S . — How I wish I wasn’t a Duke, and had to consider the proprieties, for I should so like to go and kick young Guttles before he goes. I wonder what will become of the young beast. THE DUKE OF RIBBLESDALE’S LETTER. Ill P.P.S . — Wednesday Morning . There are fresh troubles this morning. It appears that Betsey Slocombe is expecting her confinement, and her father threatens to sue young Guttles for seduction, and even talks about an action for breach of promise of marriage. So much for aesthetics and peacock fans ! I shall go in more than ever for athletics. I shall depend on your coming to the Castle at Christmas, or rather after it ; only you and I and another fellow, Carisbrooke, whom you will remember at Eton. My dear mother won’t leave Hampton Court, but we shall be very jolly together, I am sure. B. CHAPTER XIII. “IN EXTREMIS.” JTXHE interview which he had had with Dr. ^ Massenger, and the letters he had received and read from Lord Guttleborough and the young Duke of Ribblesdale, had day by day a greater effect upon the mind of the Squire. Xot only were Messrs. Prodgers and Sharpin ordered to redouble their inquiries, but a telegram was despatched to Mel- bourne to anticipate the arrival of the Windsor Gastle, and a trustworthy messenger was actually despatched to Australia to find out the exile, and to bring him home with all possible speed. Ad- vertisements also were inserted in the Times and other daily papers in the following form : — '"THOMAS BKOWN is informed that all is satisfactorily explained, and he is earnestly requested to return at once to his anxious and sorrowing relations. IN EXTREMIS. 113 These advertisements had no effect whatsoever. At last, one day, a letter arrived from his London correspondents which for ever extinguished the hopes of the unhappy and criminal father. It contained a copy of a despatch from Lloyds’ Agents, declaring that there was no doubt that, from some at present unexplained cause, the Windsor Castle had got out of her course, and had foundered in the open ocean, and that all hands had perished. Pinfold had brought to his master in the library the letter-bag of the Manor, upon which was a brass plate with the inscription, “ Cuthbert Piercey Manwaring, Esquire, Holmcastle Manor,” and the arms of the Manwarings — to wit, “ On a field argent, a chevronel gules, with three martlets sable,” and he had laid it on the accustomed table, but going in shortly afterwards, he found the Squire prostrate on the floor, and insensible, but clutching in his right hand the fatal letter which told him of the death of his banished son. Evelyn, his much- tried, much-enduring daughter, was speedily at her father’s side, and caused him to be removed to bed, and the Eector and the Doctor, summoned in haste, were speedily in attendance. After the application Ill- EVELYN MAN WARING. of various remedies, the old Squire gradually re- covered consciousness, and then the bystanders discovered to their horror that the sufferer was almost entirely deprived of speech, and that it was evident his hours in this world were numbered. Several times he tried to speak, but in vain, and then, at length, those around him with difficulty recognised the words, “ The Tree ! the Tree I” Upon this they brought to him the emblazoned Pedigree on which he had expended so much thought and labour, and on account of which, a mere toy and bauble, he had neglected his duty to God and man. They opened it out before him, like those who display a picture to a child. The Squire, however, regarded the early part of it with a stony stare. When they exposed to view the lowest portion, the old man seemed to rally his failing powers, and putting out his trembling right hand, he scrabbled feebly at a blank space close to the lowest margin. “ A p-p-pen,” at last he gibbered out ; and then they understood, or at all events thought they understood, that he wanted to restore to its original place the name of his drowned son. They brought him a pen, and he clutched it eagerly in his palsied hand, but it was too late. The old man uttered one despairing cry, and then fell back — dead . “IN EXTREMIS.” 115 Thus, with a grievous wrong unrepaired, uncon- soled by the last solemn rites of the Church in which he had been baptised, weighed down by the sense of a great crime, “ unhouseled, unannealed,” the erewhile proud soul of Cuthbert Piercey Man- waring passed away to its “ own place ” in the Shadowland of Futurity, the mysterious Intermediate State or Place of Hades. What availed it then the “Family” in whose supposed behalf It had been wrecked ? What profited It the coat of sixty quarterings, the long-dead Knights of high degree, the men of worship in Church and State ? “ Let the Dead bury their dead,” but let the Living occupy themselves, so long as Life remains, with works of love to those that are alive. CHAPTER XIV. MR. TRESHAM POTTS. mHE Lord of Holmcastle had left directions that * his funeral should be a grand one, and that no expense should be spared. All that venal under- takers ; all that red-nosed mutes, with a prevailing smell of gin and beer pervading their dingy habili- ments ; all that six black cart-horses, with long, waving tails and manes ; all that cloaked tenants could do to minister to human pride, and folly, and vile taste, was done in his behalf. For him the “ Family Vault,” which polluted the consecrated House of God, was opened wide, with all its foul and fusty recesses, in front of the very Altar itself ; and there, amidst dead men’s bones, and oozing coffins of bursten lead, and shreds of tattered velvet, and rottenness, and all uncleanness, they MR. TRESHAM POTTS. 117 left the mortal remains of the proud old Squire, iii the company of obscene efts and bloated toads ; while without, in the breezy churchyard, the green grass waved, and flowers blossomed, and throstles sang over the simple green graves of the village dead. Better indeed were it for the human frame to be engulphed in the great sea, there “ to toss with tangle and sea shells,” than to be subjected to such degradation as this ! Leaning on the friendly arm of Lucy Elthorne, Evelyn attended her father’s pompous obsequies ; and when the ceremony was concluded, and the vault which never more should receive the bones of a Manwaring was shut, she returned to the now lonely house of her childhood. Very sad were her thoughts — her tenderly-loved brother buried beneath the waves of the “ mournful and misty Atlantic her father, whom her own sweetness of disposition rather than his parental sympathy had taught her to love, consigned to the tomb; her eldest brother exposed to a thousand dangers amidst the difficulties of an ignominious campaign in South Africa ! To that sole living brother she must now write and unfold the sorrows which had befallen their house, and until his return she must nerve herself to discharge the 118 EVELYN .MANWARING. new duties which would now devolve upon her as his representative. Little did the lonely girl know that the cup of her many sorrows was not yet full to the brim ! Yet so it was. A letter arrived from Lionel, written in high spirits, to tell her of his promotion, and how he hoped, “ when they had given those black fellows their final thrashing, he would get leave of absence, and come home to dear old Holm- castle and his little pet sister.” Then followed a long and dreary interval without any letter at all, and then the Gazette announced that the gallant Captain Manwaring, while with a few soldiers making a desperate resistance against overwhelming odds, had fallen in the fight, pierced by almost innumerable assegais. The General in command added that no more brave, promising, and valuable officer could be found in the British army, and that, had he survived, it had been his intention to recommend him for further honours. This terrible news was broken to Evelyn by Mr. Elthorne, and so great was the shock, that it was feared at first her health would give way under it. But it was not so. Evelyn Manwaring had learned fortitude in the school of adversity, and her loving heart had early received the teaching of the old Bector, that she had a Father in Heaven, MR. TRESHAM POTTS. 119 who loved her with more than an earthly father’s love. And amidst her natural grief she had much to comfort her. Her high spirit, chastened but not subdued by sorrow, led her to glory in her eldest brother’s heroic death ; and when, in the course of a post or two, she received letters not a few from his brother officers and from privates in his regiment, all testifying to the love and honour in which he was held, she was led to feel that, after all, it was, perchance, better as it was, and she was able to exclaim — “ Father , not my will , but Thine be done As to her younger brother, she came to regard him as a martyr to his own nobleness of spirit, and she never doubted that he was happier where he was. Evelyn, you see, had not learned the doctrine of the Communion of the Saints in vain. Neverthe- less, she kept her room for a week after the receipt of the fatal news, tended always by Lucy Elthorne, and visited daily by the Lector. Then she nerved herself to come down, and set about those needful preparations which had to be made for her departure from her home ; for, as the reader is already aware, the Holmcastle estate was entailed upon her Cousin Tresham. Nor, indeed, was that gentleman disposed to forego his legal claims a moment longer than he could help. Evelyn had been about again for a few 120 EVELYN MANWARING. days only, when a hack chaise drove up to the door of the Manor, and from it descended Mr. Tresham Potts in propria persona , who, depositing a bulky portmanteau in the hall, much to Pinfold's indigna- tion, sent in his card, and demanded an immediate interview with his cousin. Evelyn nerved herself to receive this unwelcome and untimely visitor, who, after a somewhat brusque salutation, began thus : — “ I've come, cousin, because, as I suppose you know — not that women ever do understand matters of business — this tumble-down old shop and all that belongs to it is now Mine ; and as I intend to rub it up a little before I bring Mrs. Tresham and my gals, I thought Pd best be on the spot to look arter the alterations. I hear from Merivale that you are left precious well off, but I don't want to hurry you to move, and so I hope you'll stay and be my housekeeper for the next three weeks or so." Evelyn, who was pale and worn enough when her cousin entered the room, was as white as a sheet when she replied that she believed he was right as to his being the heir of the Holmcastle estate, now that her eldest brother had been killed in battle, and her younger brother had been drowned at sea (“Rum start, that!" interpolated the visitor), MR. TRESHAM POTTS. 121 so she hoped he would do as she liked, but that as, in her affliction, she could make but a poor hostess, she trusted he would excuse her company as much as possible. “Well,” was the polite rejoinder, “you must have your own way, of course ; and, to tell you the truth, if you are likely to make a scene — women are such fools, and always will make scenes — I’d a deuced deal sooner be without you than with you. Now, by-bye for the present ; and, look here, don’t forget to have something hot for luncheon. I’m not one as can put up with cold meat- — cold meat be blowed, say I. And as for drink, I daresay you’ve a tolerably good tap, and anything wet will suit me.” Thus speaking, the new proprietor stalked majestically out of the room. In a minute, how- ever, he put his head in at the door, and said, “ I say, cousin, there’s one thing I forgot to say; as I’m boss now, I’ll take the old Squire’s room — I ain’t afraid of his walking, you see — and mind you have the sheets well aired, for I don’t mean to let Mrs. Tresham be a widow just yet, I can assure you.” With this agreeable speech, Mr. Tresham Potts closed the door, and again disappeared. When he was quite gone, poor Evelyn threw herself on a couch, and buried her sweet face in i 122 EVELYN MANWARING. her white hands; but no tear did she shed, so strong was her indignation at her cousin's heartless brutality. After some little time, she heard a gentle tap at the glass door which opened into the garden, and, looking up, she saw the kindly face of the old Eector. “ My dearest girl,” he cried as he entered the room, and seizing her by both hands kissed her on the forehead — “my dearest girl, I have only this moment heard of the shameless invasion to which you have been subjected, and I came to offer you the shelter of the Eectory, and to see whether in any way I could be of any help and comfort to you. God bless you, my bairn, and be your support, for He is a very Present Help in trouble. Bear up, my child, as becomes the sister of one with whose fame all England is ringing.” The girl, who, during her interview with her cousin, had sat motionless as a statue, now shook like an aspen leaf, and falling into the old man's arms, she sobbed aloud. The Eector laid her gently down upon a sofa, but did not try to restrain her tears. Presently he kneeled down beside her, and said a few prayers which he deemed suitable to the occasion. This soothed her wounded spirit, and she was soon able to talk calmly and cheerfully MR. TRESHAM POTTS. 123 to the old and faithful friend who had baptised her, and had been her spiritual father from child- hood upwards, and whom, after her brothers and her father, she had loved more than anyone in the world. Mr. Elthorne, it is proper to mention here, was Evelyn’s guardian, and, as one of her father’s executors, was fully acquainted with the business matters of the family. He knew that Evelyn would have a bare £200 a-year to live upon, and the furniture of her own boudoir, ante-chamber, and bedroom, which had been her mother’s; for it had been a fad of the late Mr. Manwaring to make as many things as possible heirlooms, and these, of course, would now become the property of Mr. Tresham Potts. When the Eector heard what had passed between Evelyn and her cousin, his indignation knew no bounds, and he expressed a wish, which he certainly felt, that his peaceful profession did not admit of his administering the personal chastisement which Mr. Potts so richly deserved. As Evelyn’s guardian, however, he claimed the right to expos- tulate with him upon the indecency of his conduct, and to try to get him to forego his intention of remaining at the Manor, until such time as she 124 EVELYN MANWARING. was able to form plans for her future life, and to secure a new home. To this, however, Evelyn would not consent, asserting that the effort to entertain her cousin, who, after all, was within the letter of the law, would brace her up, and be of service in accustoming her to the new state of affairs which her brother Lionel's death had entailed upon her. After a long and consoling talk, Mr. Elthorne took his leave, having first extracted from Evelyn a promise to come to the Eectory at the end of the time allotted for her remaining at the Manor, and he promised that Lucy would be to her as a sister, and that she would meet with the affection of a mother from his at present invalid and bed- ridden wife. CHAPTER XV. THE TREE IS RE-GRAFTED. Y?tVELYX felt much comforted by the Rector’s ^ visit and kindness, but she was not allowed to remain long alone, for the ringing of the door- bell speedily announced the arrival of Mr. Merivale, the family lawyer. This gentleman, also, expressed great indignation at the conduct of Mr. Tresham Potts, but he could see no remedy for it, for the property was undoubtedly entailed upon him on the failure of the male issue of the late owner. After some conversation — “ I don’t want to rip up old sores, my dear Miss Manwaring,” said the old man, in sympathising tones, “but I want to ask you a curious question, and that is, are you quite sure your brother Wilfred is no longer alive ?” 126 EVELYN MANWARING. “ Yes,” answered Evelyn, after a pause, “ I fear there is no doubt that such is the case. Kemember how, after his innocence was proved, we advertised for him in every paper, and offered rewards for any information about him, but all in vain. And then think how circumstantial were the reports that he had embarked in that poor ship which went down in the Atlantic. Yes, I fear there cannot be a shadow of a doubt that such is the case. And yet,” added she, “my foolish heart sometimes tells me he is alive; but then, if so, why does he not write, for surely he must have seen some of the advertisements. And now, Mr. Merivale, don’t think me gone out of my wits when I tell you I dreamed the other night he was alive and well, and then I awoke, oh ! so happy ! Why should I have felt happy if he is dead ?” “I am afraid, my dear young lady,” responded Mr. Merivale, “that you must not build upon ‘the baseless fabric of a vision;’ and I really don’t know why I asked you the question. ‘There’s no fool like an old fool,’ you will say. And now I must tell you, as a lawyer, that I don’t see how you can refuse to give up possession of the place to this snobbish cousin of yours, and his vulgar THE TREE IS RE-GRAFTED. 127 wife and flashy daughters. That he has intruded upon you in the manner he has, is perfectly out- rageous ; and my only comfort is, his conduct will do him no good amongst the neighbours when he comes to reside.” After a little more conversation, chiefly upon business matters, Mr. Merivale, rejecting all offers of hospitality, took his leave ; and shortly after- wards, luncheon being announced, Tresham Potts joined his cousin in the dining-room. “ Glad to see this rum old place in better condition than I expected,” was his first observation, as he put an entire grouse upon his plate ; “ but I don’t like to see such a lot of wheezy old stagers messing about the grounds. I shall make a clean sweep on ’em, I can tell ’em, when I come here. A Scotch gardener, who knows a thing or two, will soon settle their hash, you bet. But I say, cousin, who was that seedy old fellow I saw coming across the garden, and marching into the house by the glass door into the drawing-room?” “ That gentleman was my dear old friend, Mr. Elthorne, the Eector of Holmcastle,” answered Evelyn. “ Oh ! a parson, was it ; I thought so. Them locusts are everywhere; but I shall take care not 128 EVELYN MANWARING. to let him come prowling about the place when I’m here, I can tell him. Precious impudent it seems, his coming in as he did, considering the place belongs to me !” “ As long as I remain, I suppose he regards me as the mistress of the house,” replied poor Evelyn, with some spirit ; “ and indeed I consider myself in that light myself. And though, Cousin Tresham, I receive you as my guest, I cannot permit you to deny me the company of such old friends as may come to see me, and comfort me in my sorrow.” “Oh, certainly,” retorted Tresham, somewhat abashed; “but it’s only for three weeks, you know. Take a bit of this bird ? No ? Well, then, I’ll take it myself, and not let it be wasted on cormorants like them servants;” and with this elegant sentiment, the lawyer helped himself to the second grouse, and swallowed his fourth glass of Madeira. “ The wines are all yours, that old fool Merivale writes me,” he continued, presently; “rather hard that, when a lot of rubbishy old books are left me as heirlooms ! Better let me take it off your hands in a lot; for my part, I don’t know what women want with wine at all — not but what Mrs. Tresham THE TREE IS RE-GRAFTED. 129 drinks like a fish when she’s out o’ sorts or out o’ temper. Ill send a fellow over from Clitheroe to value it, if you’re agreeable ; but I shan’t give a fancy price — you may take your oath of that.” Evelyn said that, not feeling equal to business matters at present, she had placed all her affairs in the hands of her old friend, Mr. Merivale. “ Oh ! I know him,” cried Tresham, “ and a cunning old fox he is too; but he won’t come over me, I can tell you.” Another day, after dinner, Mr. Potts broke a long silence thus : — ■“ Look y’here, cousin, I’ve been out marking timber all day, and a precious good fall I shall have, please the pigs ; but I’ve never yet seen the Tree — the Family Tree — which the old Squire set such precious store by, and from which, I’ve heard, he lopped off the liveliest twig of all on ’em, and that’s me — ha, ha, ha ! Let’s have a look at it, Miss Evelyn ; it’s cur’ous to think he’s lopped off himself now, ain’t it ?” Poor Evelyn went out wearily, and presently returned with the great scroll, and put it into her cousin’s hand. “ Ha ! ” cried he, as he unrolled it ; “ this Tree’s been a long time a growing, hain’t it ? Ha, ha, ha ! 130 EVELYN MANWARING. this beats cock-fighting, don’t it ? Now then, a pen, quick, and I’ll do a little bit o’ grafting. There, it looks pretty now, don’t it ? See what I’ve written.” Tresham, m. Belinda : da : of Silas Assumed the name and Potts, Cheesemonger, arms of Potts. As the writer said this, he pushed the parchment before his cousin’s eyes ; she could scarcely see for her tears, as she called to mind the last time, and under what miserable circumstances, she had seen the document. And then a curious thing occurred. As Evelyn looked, she fancied she saw the name of her brother Wilfred written in clear, bold characters in the space it had formerly occupied before it was erased by her father’s hand. The characters faded as she gazed fixedly upon them, and at length totally disappeared ; but the impression that she had really seen them remained firmly fixed upon her mind. Evelyn knew the whole affair must have been an illusion of the eyes or brain, but, never- theless, the circumstance strangely comforted her; and she dried her tears, and apologised to her cousin for the weakness she had exhibited. Tresham, who at first had noticed her fixed gaze, THE TREE IS RE-GRAFTED. 131 was astonished at her sudden change of demeanour, and asked the reason of it. “ It was only my fancy,” she made answer, “ but I imagined I saw the name of my poor brother who was drowned at sea in the place which my father had scratched it out, when he was angry with him.” “ The deuce you did!” exclaimed Tresham, brutally; and then he carefully examined the pedigree in the place indicated, but he could see nothing. Never- theless, he seemed strangely disturbed. “ It was only my fancy,” said Evelyn ; “ I suppose my nerves are not so good as they were before all these troubles came upon me.” u Well,” retorted Tresham, “ I wish you’d keep your nerves to yourself, that’s all ; and what’s more, if you can’t manage that, you and I will fall out one of these days, my pretty cousin. I don’t keep a lodging-house for women with weak nerves, hang me if I do;” and with this civil speech, the speaker stumped out of the room. Left alone, Evelyn took up the emblazoned scroll and narrowly examined it, but the place from whence her father had elided the much-loved name, and to which, they thought, he had wished on his deathbed to restore it, was white and blank. “ It 132 EVELYN MANWARING. must have been a mistake, and yet ” Evelyn could not reason about the circumstance, but some- how she felt comforted, and she retired to rest with a less heavy heart than she had as yet borne with her to her weary couch. CHAPTER XVI. LAST DAYS AT HOLMCASTLE. A T length the weary weeks allotted to Evelyn * * Manwaring in the home of her fathers drew to their close. It had in all respects been a trying time. It had been the girl’s delight to be on friendly terms with all the poor people in the village, and the hearty Xorth-country folks were sore at heart at the bare idea of “ the Lily of Arrow Dale ” being taken away from them. There was not one of the farmers, there was not one of the labourers whom she did not visit in order to say good-bye, and to almost all she contrived to bring some little present as a remem- brance. Wherever she went, she met with the same warm feelings, and the same hearty yet sorrow- ful farewell ; in every house she had God’s blessing called down upon her head. The school-children 134 EVELYN MANWARING. she had petted, the choir she had taught, and a class of great hobby-de-hoys whom she had done her best to instruct, and whom on Sunday evenings she used to amuse by reading aloud in the snug, wainscotted housekeeper’s room — all these were miserable at her departure. “ There will be no spring in Arrow Dale, Miss Evelyn,” said a burly young farmer from the Yorkshire side, “ when its Lily has ceased to bloom and “ the Lily ” (and I) thought that a very pretty compliment. Evelyn only broke down once. One evening, when her cousin chanced to be absent, she was called out of her sanctum, and there in the entrance hall she found a posse of great country lads, carters, carpenters, shepherds, and the like, all painfully dressed in their best Sunday clothes, and smelling strongly of mottled soap. They bore with them a huge posy of autumnal flowers, and a great Prayer Book, in a grand binding, bought far away over at smoky Preston itself, and of these they begged her acceptance as a remembrance. Jack Woolstanhaugh, the blacksmith’s son — a great hulking fellow, with an arm which would have felled an ox — who was deputed formally to present the gift, and to make a little speech in behalf of the rest, could not get beyond his second sentence, though North-country lads are LAST DAYS AT HOLMCASTLE. 135 proud of the gift they have of speaking on sufficient occasions. First he came to a full stop, then he stammered out something quite unintelligible, and then his voice altogether failed him. The next moment the big, honest fellow burst into a great fit of crying, and in that he was joined by the rest of his companions. Such a boohooing was seldom heard. As to Evelyn, she broke down altogether, and with wild looks of sympathy, and great beautiful eyes streaming with tears — sorrow mingled this time with joy — she could only shake hands with each lad in turn as he shambled sheepishly out of the room. Doubtless those tears were blessed which bound her in sympathy with her poorer brethren ! Depend upon it, spite of what swells, aesthetes, and cynics may allege to the contrary, mankind in general are grateful for benefits received — the poor almost invariably so — and it will probably be found that those who deny this to be the case have never themselves done anything whatsoever to deserve the gratitude of their fellow-creatures. Little by little, Evelyn's furniture, books, and pictures, to which were added the possessions of poor Wilfred, were packed up and stowed away in a barn which Mr. Elthorne had placed at her disposal until such time as she should have fixed 136 EVELYN MANWARING. upon a place of residence, and at last all her arrange- ments were complete. Her pony, “ Mouse,” she had given to her friend Lucy Elthorne, but on the last afternoon at Holmcastle she had arranged to take a solitary ride. It was a warm, but clear day, early in autumn, when Evelyn, mounted upon “ Mouse,” and attended by “ Floss,” the beautiful brown and white spaniel which had belonged to Wilfred, took her lonely way up one of the lateral valleys which conducted from the main Dale of the Arrow up upon the Moors. Just as she reached the zone where the last signs of cultivation melted into the wilder range of Nature, she encountered the son of one of the small sheep- farmers of the neighbourhood. “ Matthew,” cried the young lady, “ I do so want, before I leave Holmcastle for ever, once more to get to the top of the Edge to see the sun set ; will you come up and hold Mouse, while I scramble up the last part of the way on foot; I shall not keep you long ?” Would he do so ? Of course he would; he would have gone to the end of the world if the Lily of Arrow Dale had asked him ; so the three or four — for Floss was of the party — went on together. Up, up they went ; now rounding great swelling shoulders of brown moorland, now in a hollow fording a baby- LAST DAYS AT HOLMCASTLE. 137 beck, swollen with the autumnal rains. Up, further up ; now passing warily over a treacherous peat-bog, whereon flakes of white cotton-grass still flickered in the autumn wind, and now skirting the edge of a scar of precipitous rock. Up, up, until at last Mouse could go no farther, and Evelyn, leaving him with her squire, went on with Floss. Ten minutes' hard walking brought her to the summit of the Edge, and then she turned round and faced the fresh breeze and the sunset. It was a glorious sight, that which met her view. The sun was low in the Western sky, which burned in hues of amber and pale yellow, which, as they ascended the heavens, changed into a tender green. In and over all this floated long crimson and purple cloudlets, tipped with flame. Afar off, a doubtful shimmer seemed to mark the Irish Sea. Below, the long, winding valley of the Arrow lay for the most part in shadow, while far above, on either side, the tops of the great hills reflected the sunset lights, and seemed to burn in answering tints of glory. At last, the sun sank into a bank of clouds, and a half-darkness shrouded the scene. It was then that a singular circumstance took place. Suddenly, through some rifts in the cloud-bank, unseen at the height on which the girl stood, the sun's rays burst forth, and for a moment K 138 EVELYN MANWARING. illumined the knoll and house of Holmcastle, and far above it, at the entrance of its solemn amphi- theatre of hills, the Long Maen of Stanwick, the earliest known possession of her race. Then again the clouds rolled together with majestic movement, and darkness strode on apace. It is hard to describe the effect which this natural phenomenon had on the highly-strung and imagina- tive mind of Evelyn Man waring. She immediately connected it with what a soberer judgment would have concluded it could have no connection — her belief, namely, that she saw her brother Wilfred's name re-instated in the family pedigree. This may have been — perhaps it was, for it is hard to trace the secret connection between mind and matter — because she at that moment stood on the very spot where her lost brother had performed his proudest act of boyish prowess — the killing, namely, of the golden eagle which, as we have seen, was the favourite ornament of his room. Be that, however, as it may, Evelyn, for the first time since her last bereavement, felt a thrill of hope, almost of joy, and with lightened step she sprang down the steep descent, and speedily rejoined the young farmer and her pony. Needs not to say it was long after dark when she arrived at the Manor. LAST DAYS AT HOLMCASTLE. 139 It had been arranged that, instead of visiting the Elthornes at the Eectory, Evelyn should be their guest in a small house, which, for the benefit of his wife's health, the Eector had hired for a couple of months, upon one of the inlets of Morecambe Bay, near Arnside Knot; and accordingly, early on the following morning, she repaired to the Eectory, in order to commence the journey thence with her friends. Before the party had got far upon the road to the station, they met the postman, and a letter was put into the hands of Evelyn. Having read it with deep thankfulness and emotion, she handed it on to Mr. Elthorne, who forthwith insisted on reading it aloud for the benefit of the rest. The letter was indeed an important one. It announced that, in consideration of the great services of her brother, Captain Lionel Manwaring, to his Queen and Country, Her Majesty was pleased to offer to his sister, Miss Evelyn Manwaring, the suite of apartments in Hampton Court Palace which had lately become vacant by the death of Lady Glengriskin, and that it was the Queen’s gracious intention to put them in a state of complete repair before she came to occupy them. CHAPTER XVII. EVELYN VISITS THE DUCHESS. JHTVHE reader (who is blessed with a good memory) * will remember that at the end of our first- chapter Miss Sarah Strong had made an appoint- ment to take the newly-arrived Miss Man waring to call upon the Duchess of Ribblesdale, and punc- tually at the hour fixed, she arrived to fulfil her promise. The entrance to her Grace’s apartments was situated in the first quadrangle, and after ascending a somewhat narrow flight of stairs, and passing through a long corridor, the two ladies were cei£- moniously introduced into the presence of the “ Vice-reine” of Hampton Court. The Duchess rose as they entered. She was a little, upright woman, dressed in plain black silk. A single diamond of EVELYN VISITS THE DUCHESS. 141 great size glistened on her left hand, and, depending from a plain gold chain which hung around her neck, she wore a locket or pendant containing a huge emerald. She wore no cap, but about her hair, which was of a beautiful silver tint, was disposed, Spanish-fashion, some fine old black lace, beneath which shone magnificent dark eyes, which lighted up a face beaming with benevolence, and still retain- ing some portion of the singular beauty for which it had formerly been celebrated. “ This is indeed kind,” said the Duchess, shaking Miss Strong's masculine-looking hand warmly, “ and it is kind of you, Miss Manwaring,” she added, turning to Evelyn, “ to waive ceremony and come to see an old woman whose doctor would not allow her to come and see you. Ah! I see,” she continued, holding Evelyn’s hand in hers, and gently kissing her fair forehead ; “ you have your mothers beautiful eyes and hair. Poor little Honoria ! Your mother and I were friends when we were girls, you know, and I mean that you and I should be friends now. I am most happy to welcome a lady to the Palace-; we have not quite always been so fortunate of late, have we, Miss Strong ? and I venture to promise that it will not be my fault if Miss Manwaring’s new home is not a happy one.” 142 EVELYN MANWARING. Evelyn was thoroughly set at her ease by this kind address, and the conversation was becoming general, when Mr. Gilray, the groom of the chambers, throwing open the door, announced Lady Lavinia Gathercole, whom Evelyn at once concluded to be the mistress of the Mrs. Papfaddle who had hos- pitably entertained her own maid with “ the cup that cheers but not inebriates ” the. previous evening. Truth to tell, Lady Lavinia had been bursting with curiosity the whole morning to see the new- comer — although, till she knew more about her, she did not like to hazard a call — and being warned by the faithful Papfaddle that Evelyn was on her way with Miss Strong to visit the Duchess, she had hastily thrown on her best company bonnet and shawl, and arrived, as she afterwards told her friend and ally Lady M‘Adam, in the nick of time to see the pert minx currying favour with her betters. The Duchess looked somewhat annoyed by the interruption, but she received Lady Lavinia very civilly. Lady Lavinia (eighth daughter of the late Earl of Beccles), after fidgeting her quiet little husband, Mr. John Gathercole of the Board of Trade, into a premature grave, took to writing novels of a mildly naughty description, and set up as a Blue. The EVELYN VISITS THE DUCHESS. 143 Morning Post (then in its threepenny days) kept constantly printing, in its literary column and clearest type, announcements like the following : — “ ‘ The Debutante and the Debauchee .' We are charmed to announce that another Tale of Fashion- able Life has just issued from the facile pen of that well-known and much-appreciated delineator of the Doings of the Upper Ten, Lady Lavinia Gathercole. We need not say that in her new Work the talented Authoress will abundantly sustain her reputation amongst the Beau Monde , of which she is herself a brilliant and accomplished member,” &c., &c. The descent in the price of the Morning Post having destroyed its reputation with the old ladies, who were its principal subscribers, and who could not bear seeing it descend to the level of a “ Penny Dreadful,” the sale of Lady Lavinia's novels became small by degrees, and alarmingly less, until it ceased altogether. Upon this, Lady Lavinia, who, at the instance of Lord Bungay, the then premier, had been given apartments at Hampton Court, thought it high time that she should be “ converted/' in the evangelical sense of that much-abused word, and the operation was accordingly performed by Mr. Moodle, the eminent apostle of the lower grades of the female aristocratic world. This gentleman, 144 EVELYN MANWARING. who had been a somewhat fast “ Somerset House young man,” had somehow been pitchforked into the position of Commissioner of Taxes, and having noticed the commercial success of the trash which Dr. Cumming and other “ religious ” quacks annually threw off, he determined to set up in the same line himself. So well, indeed, did he find this scheme pay, that he was on the point of marrying the Dowager Marchioness of Scampingham, when un- luckily the young Marquis caught the self-sent apostle in the act of chucking his lady-mothers Drench maid under the chin on the grand staircase of Scampingham House, and thereupon incontinently kicked him down stairs, and out into the Square— an operation which Mr. Moodle bore with much pseudo-Christian meekness. Strange to say, this little episode did not destroy his popularity amongst his female devotees. In the first place, he promptly gave out that he had discovered that Lady Scamp- ingham was of too worldly a disposition to merit a union with a saint like himself, and that therefore he had felt it his duty to draw back, as from the pit of Tophet; by which judicious course he came to be regarded in the light of a martyr and injured saint, and turned his kicking to his own advantage. In the next place, Moodle was a good-looking EVELYN VISITS THE DUCHESS. 145 fellow enough, and his admirers, each of them, felt that, as he had not married the Dowager, he might, and very likely would , marry her own sweet self; and so they petted him, and believed in him more than ever. Moodle’s modus operancli was as follows. It was his habit to give addresses on religious subjects, or, in other words, to preach self-sent to as many ladies as could be crammed at afternoon tea time into the drawing-room of one of his devotees ; and as he was a strong, lusty fellow, with a rich, oily voice, and a great gift of the gab, he drew, you may be sure, large audiences. When the London Season was over, he would visit one watering-place after another, and then his addresses were delivered at ten o’clock in the morning, after which the audience would disperse to write letters, bathe, read French novels on the sly, and flirt on the beach. Moodle generally contrived on these occasions to be the guest of a spinster lady of competent fortune, or of a widow with a comfortable jointure ; but he had a particular penchant for ladies of rank, and it is but fair to say that they returned his predilection with interest. Moodle took good care never to give out that he was not a Member of the Church of England, although his doctrine and practice were utterly at variance 146 EVELYN MANWARING. with its teaching; in spite of which fact, however, he was able to boast of having once had a low- church Bishop amongst his audience at Swimingley- super-Mare. His doctrine, if such it could be called, was, it is needless to relate, of a Calvinistic descrip- tion, but it was entirely without a tinge of Calvin's asceticism and sternness, or indeed of anything which goes to lend respectability to that gloomy and Christless creed. It was, in fact, a combination of Calvinism and sugarstick, and his religion was quite consistent with a vast amount of lawn tennis (with serious young men), flirting, gossip, and tittle- tattle. Moodle descanted chiefly on the “ filthiness ” of good works, and as he was careful to assert the undoubted salvation of all those who believed in his pretensions, his lady admirers felt remarkably com- fortable under his ministrations, and agreed with him that those who questioned them were “very dark indeed." In fact, the ladies, who were so unhesitatingly assured of their own final acceptance, found a pleasing zest in contemplating the equally certain damnation of those who rejected this pro- testant pontiff. Mr. Moodle had recently established a footing in Hampton Court Palace, through his intimacy with a certain Lady M'Adam, of whom more anon; but his only “ converts" at present were EVELYN VISITS THE DUCHESS. 147 Lady Lavinia, her friend Miss Scheimes, and old Admiral Grogrum ; but the Admiral, alas ! showed from time to time unmistakable signs of back- sliding, and an unregenerate desire to kick over the traces. During her novel-writing days, Lady Lavinia Gathercole had rather prided herself on exhibiting just a slight spice of naughtiness in her conversation and behaviour, and she was rather tolerant of naughtiness in others ; but now, since her “ con- version,” as was the case with the Athenians of old, her main occupation in life was to hear (or invent) some new things. Unluckily, however, these new things were generally to the disparage- ment of her neighbours. Her main object was to appear young, innocent, and lamb-like. Lady Lavinia dressed like a girl, entered a room with a juvenile skip, spite of a slight lameness in one leg, and she had a way of moving her shoulders up and down, and backwards and forwards, which she fondly believed to be alluring. It certainly caused a responsive shudder to vibrate through the frames of all beholders, and it irresistibly reminded strangers of calves’ foot jelly. One of Lady Lavinia’s adulators remarking one day that she was “ fawm-like,” Lord Frederic Fitzfoodles, who had apartments in the 148 EVELYN MANWARING. Palace, drily remarked — “Yes, like a fawn, very; but she reminds me rather of an old nanny-goat with a game leg.” Evelyn was, of course, presented to Lady Lavinia, who, with an infinite amount of undulatory movements in her shoulders, expressed herself delighted to make her acquaintance. “ Keally,” she cried, “ I am so charmed and delighted to find my new neighbour is Young. With my poor spirits, I feel I could] scarcely put up with the presence of another Old person on my staircase, paralytic, perhaps, or with a wooden leg like Admiral Grogrum, and quite — what is it the poet says ? — oh ! quite in the queer and mellow leaf ; no, not mellow either, I think, but something like it. Do you know, Miss Manwaring,” she con- tinued — elevating her shoulders to such an extent that Miss Strong feared she would emerge from her clothes altogether, and appear in puris naturalibus in the Duchess’s drawing-room, which, if Gilray should come in, would, to say the least, be scarcely proper — “ do you know that some of the dear people here are so Old that, living amongst them, I some- times think I must be as old as Methoosalem myself !” (It is a curious question, by the way, why it is that High Church folks always say “Meth^sela^,” and Low Church people “ Methoosalem.”) EVELYN VISITS THE DUCHESS. 149 Evelyn could only reply that she was happy to make acquaintance with a lady whose appearance was so remarkably unsuggestive of the patriarchal personage mentioned, and then the conversation, such as it was, turned upon general topics. After a short time, the Duchess, begging her other visitors to excuse her, expressed a wish to speak to Evelyn in private, and conducted her to her own particular room, which was through that in which they had been sitting. “ I have brought you in here,” said her Grace, as soon as they were seated, “ because I wish to speak to you a few words without interrup- tion. I want to tell you, my dear Miss Man waring, that I wish to be your friend, not only on account of the excellent qualities which I am sure you possess, and for your dear mother’s sake, but because I feel I owe a debt of gratitude to one of your family who now, alas ! is no more — I mean your brother Wilfred, who was my son’s intimate friend when they were together at a private tutor’s, that Dr. Massenger who behaved so ill. My son has often told me what a noble lad that brother of yours was, and that his steadfast friendship and good example were of the utmost value to himself at a critical point of his life : some day, before long, I trust you will see my boy yourself.” 150 EVELYN MANWARING. Evelyn was inexpressibly gratified at hearing her darling brother thus lauded by the gracious lady who sat beside her, and, with her eyes filled with grateful tears, said she had often heard of the young Duke of Eibblesdale from her brother. She added that she had still in her possession the letter he had written to Wilfred with the too-late intention of informing him of his acquittal of the charges brought against him, and that she felt deeply thankful to him for having written it. The Duchess then expressed a hope that Evelyn would not too much seclude herself. “ Take us all round,” said her Grace, smiling, “ we are not a bad sort of people in the Palace, and I am sure you will meet many kind friends among us. To-morrow I shall insist on your dining quietly with me, for I am bent on introducing you to the Miss Hazel- hursts, who are the dearest old ladies in the world. And, now I have said what I wanted, we will go back to Lady Lavinia and Miss Strong ; and remem- ber this, that the Duchess of Eibblesdale only brings into this little sanctum those who are, or those who she wishes to be. her intimate personal friends.” CHAPTER XVIII. HER GRACE OF RIBBLESDALE. “ V CONGRATULATE you, my dear,” said Miss ^ Strong to her companion, as they passed along the cloisters at the conclusion of their visit, “ that you have secured the friendship of one of the best women in the world. I knew what her intentions towards you were the moment we entered the room. Didn’t you see that the Duchess wore the great Scarswicke Emerald ? And I knew that she had resolved to carry out her intentions when she took you into her own boudoir. I have never been in there myself; but then, you see, I wasn’t, as it were, born quite in the purple. Lady Lavinia would give her shoulders to be so distinguished, and she hates you already with the excess of jealousy. My dear, your position 152 EVELYN MANWARING. in Hampton Court Palace is established, and I heartily wish you joy.” It is now high time that the reader should be informed who the great lady was who had accorded such a kind reception to Evelyn Manwaring. Catharine, Duchess of Eibblesdale, Baroness Scarswicke in her own right (she was sixteenth in succession to that ancient dignity), succeeded her father, the late Baron, at the early age of fifteen. Left to the charge of an old spinster aunt, and with somewhat narrow means, she passed the greater part of her youth in the ancient family seat, and in comparative seclusion. One of the young Baroness’s trustees was John, fourth Duke of Eibblesdale, a nobleman of mature years, great experience, and very considerable talents. He had served his country well upon many critical occasions, and had more than once filled a high office of State. The Duke was one whose patriotism was acknowledged and respected by even his bitterest political opponents, and men of all parties recognised him, as they recognised the late Earl of Derby, as a high-minded nobleman of the fine old English type. Had he desired it, he might have aspired to the office of Prime Minister, but the Duke of Eibblesdale, who was one of the most unselfish men in existence, did HER GRACE OF RIBBLESDALE. 153 not aspire, but was content to work, and see others reap the fruit of his labours. A man of wide reading and wider experience, and of the soundest practical sense, he stood high in the esteem of his Sovereign, and the advice of no one on any difficult point was more sought for and more valued than that of the Duke. Wise, however, as he was as regards the interests of others, he was the very reverse of wise as regards his own. In any matter which seemed in any way to involve the promotion of philanthropic schemes, the Duke was the dupe and the victim of speculators. He was perpetually investing large sums in concerns which did not and could not pay. Artizans’ Clothing Improvement Societies, Associ- ations for Providing Country Milk at the Houses of the Labouring Classes, Waste Lands and Heaths Eemunerative Cultivation Leagues — these and such as these were gulfs into which the Duke cast his money, with the almost invariable result of seeing it lost to him for ever, while the Secretaries and the Floaters of the bubble-schemes retired to the United States of America with large fortunes, and occasionally returned as Consuls-General and Ambassadors to the Continental Powers. At length it became generally known that the Duke was seriously embarrassed. He resigned office, retired to his seat in the country, L 154 EVELYN MANWARING. and — married. The lady upon whom he fixed his choice was no other than his ward, the young Baroness Scarswicke, who at that time was barely turned eighteen years of age. She had long loved the Duke as her father’s friend, and had long admired him for his personal character, and there was a great charm in his manner when — which was seldom — he was in the company of women. Lady Scarswicke, who lived a retired life with her aunt in a somewhat remote country-house in Lancashire, had seen but few desirable young men; and when the Duke, who of course was many years her senior, proposed to her, after taking a week for the con- sideration of the offer, she accepted him, and never regretted she had done so. Little by little they be- came an extremely attached couple, but years elapsed before an heir was born to the castle and broad lands of Ribblesdale. In fact, the Duke’s first cousin, Colonel de Lacy, late of the Coldstream Guards, and now a dissipated man about town, had actually succeeded in impressing his own conviction upon the Jews — that an heir was out of the question, and that he himself would succeed to the title and estates — and had negotiated a loan in proportion to his great expectations, when the Duchess (after a winter passed in a Dahabeyeh on the Nile) astonished the HER GRACE OF RIBBLESDALE. 155 world by giving birth to a son. Colonel de Lacy was furious, and there was wailing and gnashing of teeth in Jewry, when this unexpected event occurred, and this rage was increased when it was reported that the young Earl of Preston (for such was the Duke’s second title) was a strong little brat, and likely to make a considerable stay in the world he had so lately entered. Colonel de Lacy’s friends, too, like Job’s comforters as they were, represented to him that now the Duchess had once begun there was no knowing when she would stop, and they quoted, on the highest medical authority, a formidable array of cases of ladies who had not had a single child until they were forty, but who had ended by having a round dozen. Colonel de Lacy, nevertheless, refused to be comforted, and thereupon went utterly to the dogs. The Duchess, however, spite of the medical authorities, did stop when the little Earl was born ; and when the boy was ten years old, the Duke himself went the way of all flesh, leaving the Duchess sole guardian of his son, and heir to all his estates, until the lad should reach the age of twenty-one. Shortly after her husband’s death, the Duchess, who wished to retrench and nurse up the revenues of the estate for her son, accepted the offer made to her by Her Majesty, and came to live at Hampton Court. 156 EVELYN MANWARING. The Duchess, spite of her retirement, was still a considerable social power. Her rank, the remains of a once splendid beauty, her singular aptitude for business, her wide charity, and her genuine kindness of disposition, all conspired to make her a very great personage indeed. But in addition to all this, she was famous as the possessor of the Ribblesdale Diamonds, these magnificent stones which Geoffrey, second Duke, had brought from Russia when he was Ambassador at St. Petersburgh, which were currently reported to have belonged to the Empress Catharine, and which had never been re-set. These Diamonds, too, were the Duchess’s own possession, they were not entailed with the property ; the Duke had given them to her outright on the morning of their marriage, and she was free to chuck them into the Thames, if she so willed it, or — which you will agree with me would be the better course — to leave them to you or me. More famous, however, even than the Ribblesdale Diamonds, was another possession of the Duchess’s, that superb stone known as “ the Great Scarswicke Emerald,” which had been named in wills and settle- ments for hundreds of years, and which was believed to be without its equal in Europe. It was indeed a glorious stone, and merits a particular description. HER GRACE OF RIBBLESDALE. 157 The Scarswicke Emerald then was of scarabseoid form and of vast size. Though not free from flaws, these seemed rather to increase than to diminish the flashing lustre of the gem. The upper surface was of rounded form, the lower flat, and on the under side was engraved, by the cunning hand of some long-haired Greek of Alexandria, the contemporary bust of Cleopatra, with her twisted hair and full, luscious Egyptian lips, and wearing, like Isis herself, the vulture head-attire of a Queen. Below the bust, a cartouch or oval contained the delicately engraved name of the Queen in the hieroglyphs of the ancient cult of the land of Khem. A thin band of ancient gold encircled the jewel, on which were several inscriptions. The first, in minute Cufic characters, contained the words, “ Suleiman-ibn-AmW Kul : Allahu AJiad . Allahu-s-Samad. {Say, God is One, God the Eternal .” — Kuran, cxii. i.), followed by the double triangle, the favourite Muslim charm called the Seal of Solomon, and esteemed sovereign against evil spirits. Then in beautiful Gothic letters appeared amavrivs : hier : rex, and lastly iohan de scarsvvike, followed by a Cross. It thus appears that the Emerald had been owned and used as a talisman by the son of the first Mohammedan Conqueror of Egypt; that it had fallen into the 158 EVELYN MANWARING. hands of Amaury, the Latin King of Jerusalem ; and family tradition asserted that it had been given by that monarch to that Sir John de Scarswicke who, returning from the Crusades, was buried on the South side of the Chancel of Scarswicke Church, under an altar tomb which supports his effigy clothed in chain armour. But the story of this marvellous jewel is not even yet complete. It appears that, some two hundred years later, a Baron Scarswicke was sent as ambassador to an Italian State, and taking the Emerald with him, delivered it into the hands of no less a craftsman than Benvenuto Cellini himself, who wrought for it, with his matchless skill, in gold and enamels, a frame in the shape of a pendant, in which, since that time, it had hung, revolving, so as to show either side at will to the admiring beholder. Such was the great “ Scarswicke Emerald,’’ and it was observed that, while the Duchess of Ribblesdale wore her superb Diamonds on state occasions when she received her acquaintances, she wore the Emerald when she received her kindred and friends. On the death of the Duke, the Duchess had been left sole guardian of their son, for whom, on his leaving Dr. Massenger’s, which he did at the end of the term of Wilfred Manwaring’s expulsion, a com- HER GRACE OF RIBBLESDALE. 159 mission had been obtained in the Eoyal Life Guards, and the young Duke lived in handsome chambers in Arlington Street, with a back view over the park. The great, gaunt mansion in St. James's Square, known as Eibblesdale House, was let until such time as he should come of age. It is scarcely too much to say that there was no finer young fellow in all England than the Duke of Eibblesdale. To begin with, he was extremely good-looking. Of middle height and good figure, he was at once strong and agile. He had bright, open, hazel eyes, brown hair just waving at the end, though it was seldom long enough to allow a curl to form, and a brown, ruddy complexion. Fun and good-humour lurked at the corners of his well-shaped lips, which were shaded by short, well-trimmed moustachios of a sunny brown. Everyone pronounced him a capital fellow all round. His brother-officers, or at all events the better part of them, found him the best and cheeriest of comrades, and the private soldiers of his regiment loved him to a man. Above all, there was not a grain even of affectation about him. Young as he was, he was a thorough Man , which in these days of languid, effete, lackadaisical aesthetes, is saying a good deal. Un- like many other young nobles of his class, he did not drink, he did not gamble, he did not bet — except 160 EVELYN MANWARING. sometimes with ladies, and then he was miserable if he won — and he did not go shares with any millionaire Jew financier in the venal affections of a French actress or Italian ballet-dancer. No one, however, could come near the young Duke at polo ; he was a good shot; could hold his own with most com- petitors by the side of a salmon river ; and, lastly, he adored his mother, and was an excellent and attentive son. Not a week elapsed, when he was quartered in London, without his riding down to Hampton Court, or pulling up the river in order to visit the Duchess, who, it need scarcely be said, was wrapt up in her only son. CHAPTER XIX. THE AUNTS.” HE following evening Evelyn fulfilled her en- * gagement, and punctually at eight o’clock arrived at the Duchess’s apartments, where, accord- ing to promise, she was introduced to the Miss Hazelhursts. These ladies were the sisters of the late, and aunts of the present Squire of Hazelhurst, in the beautiful Weald of Kent. They were now very old, and were passing a happy and serene old age, honoured and beloved by all who knew them. The Miss Hazelhursts were twins ; but as Miss Grace had come into the world some three minutes before her sister, Miss Apollonia, it was settled between them that the former should on all occa- sions have the precedence, and be considered as the possessor of all the rights and privileges of primo- 162 EVELYN MANWARING. geniture. The two old sisters loved each other tenderly, and in fact their only rivalry was in acts of kindness and in works of charity. It was “ as good as a play” to hear Miss Apollonia ascribing all the attributes of maturer wisdom to Miss Grace, and to see Miss Grace deferring to the more youthful and vigorous intellect of Miss Apollonia. In person the Miss Hazelhursts were, like most twins, almost exactly alike, but, unlike most twins, who com- monly take a malicious and hateful pleasure in confounding and mystifying their acquaintances, they made a point of dressing in distinct colours ; thus Miss Grace (the elder) had always about her a ribbon or something of a pale flame-colour, while Miss Apollonia (the younger) wore trimmings of sea-green. This was done, doubtless, from a true ladylike wish to give as little trouble as possible to others. By friends, as well as by those to whom they actually stood in that near relationship, the twins were known far and wide as “ the Aunts,” and in every act of their life they studied to justify that name of respect and affection. The old ladies would have been rich, but they had in their souls the royal gift of generosity to so great an extent, that they were compelled at times to curtail their personal expenses. No poor relation (and they had many) THE AUNTS. 163 C< ever visited them without departing with a sub- stantial proof of their liberality ; no schoolboy ever bid them farewell untipped, and for friends and relatives alike they seemed to have an inexhaustible stock of beautiful gifts of old china, antique lace, pieces of ancient jewellery, and other choice and valuable nick-nacks. In politics the sisters were high Tories of the old pre-dTsraeli school, but no one had a tenderer love or more sisterly compassion for the poor than they had; and when, years ago, it was proposed to admit the public to the Palace gardens upon Sundays, it was the refusal of the Miss Hazelhursts to sign a memorial to the Queen against that humane and salutary reform, which went far to confer that priceless boon upon the working classes of the slums of London. The Miss Hazelhursts greeted Evelyn with the utmost kindness, and said they had already intended to call upon her the following day, and that the Chaplain, Mr. fforester, had asked leave to accom- pany them. When Evelyn answered that she would be delighted to see them, the old ladies said how fortunate they were in having such a quiet, sensible, and wise man for their Chaplain as Mr. fforester, and then the Duchess warned her to be careful to respect that good man’s one weakness, which was his 164 EVELYN MANWARING. resentment at having his name spelt with a large F ; for, like the ffiendses, and the ffaringdons, and the ffolkeses, Mr. fforester took it as a personal affront to be addressed without the small ff’s, which, rightly or wrongly, he held to be the right way of spelling his name. “ We,” he always added, when the subject was mentioned — “we belong to the original family, you know, while the Foresters are mere modern upstarts, who may indeed claim a common origin, but of whom we fforesters know nothing whatsoever. Still I have no reason to doubt that they are respectable.” When the four ladies, after an excellent dinner — for the Duchess studied perfection in all things, small as well as great — had returned to the drawing- room, and were seated before the fire, the door was suddenly thrown open, and a handsome young man, bursting into the room, threw himself into the arms of the Duchess, whom he kissed affectionately. “ My dear mother,” he cried, “ I am so glad to see you; and how are the Aunts?” he added, shaking hands heartily with the two old ladies, “ plotting, I suppose, as usual, to kill some one with kindness ; I good heavens ! I beg pardon, mother, but I thought you and the Aunts were alone ! ” This last exclamation was caused by the young “THE aunts; 165 Duke's suddenly catching sight of Evelyn, who, seated in a low easy chair behind a screen, had hitherto escaped his notice. “ Miss Manwaring," said the Duchess, “ let me present to you my son; Frank," she added, “you will find in Miss Manwaring the sister of an old and dear friend, to whom you have often told me you owe a deep debt of gratitude." “ I am sure, Miss Manwaring," said the young man, as they shook hands, “ I am delighted to make your acquaintance ; and do you know, if you will allow me to say so, there is a strong likeness between you and my late dear friend ? I am so astonished and so glad to see you." Evelyn's great eyes filled with tears, and she could scarcely find voice sufficient to respond to the young Duke's salutation. But she felt very glad to see one who had loved and who had been loved by her late brother. She would have known the Duke any- where, for, in point of fact, she possessed several photographs of him in the book which Wilfred had left behind him when banished from Holmcastle, and for this reason she did not look on him as a stranger. “ And now T , my dear boy," said his mother, “ to what are we indebted for this sudden invasion ?" 166 EVELYN MANWARING. “ Why, the fact is, mother, I came over to-day to call on Conger and Sprattles of the th, who are both right good fellows; and when I had taken pot-luck with them at the barracks, I felt I couldn’t go back to Town without coming to see how my dear old mother’s bronchitis was getting on. Now let me sit down, and give me a cup of tea, for I must be off in a few minutes, the last train on this stupid South Western line starts at ten.” So saying, the Duke threw himself down on an ottoman beside Miss Manwaring, and the two were soon engaged in close and animated conversation. When at last the young man rose to depart, which he did apparently with much reluctance, his mother followed him into the corridor. “ Where on earth, mother, did you pick up Miss Manwaring?” said he. “ It’s a most extraordinary thing that I should find her here.” “ Not at all extraordinary,” answered the Duchess, “ considering that she has just come to reside in poor Lady Glengriskin’s apartments. She is sister to that wonderful Captain Lionel Manwaring, you know.” “Well, I never was more astonished; why, she’s the living image of her brother Wilfred; I hope I shall see her again soon. Now, mother, kiss me, THE aunts; 167 and say good-night and then, after giving his mother a great hug, the young man was gone. “ Lieutenant Sprattles was at the dingy little station to see the Duke off. By the way, Duke,” he said, “ have you seen our new Beauty ? ” The Duke objected to this use of the possessive pronoun, but he answered calmly — “ Well, I believe I have. I imagine I met her at my mother's ten minutes ago. Do you know Miss Man waring?” “Yes; and what did you think of her?” “ I think she’s the prettiest girl I ever saw in my life,” answered the Duke, lighting his cigar, and getting into an empty first-class carriage ; but pretty’s not the word— she’s something more than that — she’s perfectly lovely. Now good-night, Sprattles, and thank you for coming to see me off.” Francis, Duke of Bibblesdale, had a very sensitive and impressionable nature, and he was much affected and delighted by his unexpected meeting with the sister of the friend he had so dearly loved, and had never ceased to regret. He was charmed, too, with the young lady herself, and as he smoked and thought, it came to pass that before he reached Waterloo, which “the slow South Western” always makes a long business, he had come to a determina- tion, and that determination was that he would 168 EVELYN MANWARING. change regiments — in order to be near his mother, and in addition to this But what the young man's further resolve was will appear hereafter. Truth to tell, for some time past, the Duke of Bibblesdale had been but ill at ease. He was tired of the “ trivial round” of fashionable London life. He wished he had gone into a regiment on foreign service, instead of into the household troops. He longed for a more active life. He had had ideas of cutting the army altogether, and of buying a yacht, and going off to the Faroe Isles, or the Isles of Greece, or, in short, anywhere to get away from Town, until the following year, when he would come of age. Now, another and greater idea had struck him, and it will be seen hereafter whether he was able to carry it out. Anyhow, the Duke felt it was something to have got a new idea at all, and when he jumped into a hansom at Waterloo, he felt in better spirits than he had done for some months past. Let us thank Providence that “the Jeunesse Doree” of England are not yet like those of some other countries, and especially like those of the Bourgeois Empire of Napoleon the Little, or of the “ one-horse” Republic, as the Yankees have it, which has succeeded his tyrannical and debasing rule. CHAPTER XX. THE VEHME-GERICHT OF HAMPTON COURT. JMfENTIO X having already been casually made of a certain Lady MAdam, it will be proper to inform the reader of some of the antecedents of that bright orange luminary and devoted disciple of the great Mr. Moodle. Clara M‘Dougal, then, was the only daughter of a worthy pork-merchant of Carrickfergus, who, at the mature age of five-and- twenty, espoused one Peter MAdam, an eminent whiskey distiller, and elder of the Presbyterian sect at Belfast. This Peter MAdam was a great Orange- man, and a staunch supporter of a very clever lawyer, who, chiefly through this distiller’s moral influence and indifferent whiskey, became Member of Parliament for Lisdoonacorrigan, and afterwards, M 170 EVELYN MANWARING. by his own talents, Solicitor General, and who finally ascended the woolsack as Lord Yellowlily of Carrignatuohil in the County of Antrim. His Lordship, unlike those base wretches who are always ready to kick down the ladder by which they rose, never forgot a favour, or one who had rendered it. “ He knew a trick worth two of that,” he once coarsely observed to a colleague. Like Napoleon the Little, Lord Yellowlily always repaid an obligation, but, like the same 'parvenu despot, he repaid it as an obligation, and then he stopt short. He never repaid it with interest, however small, and he neither felt nor expressed gratitude. He nicely discriminated the precise amount of the debt, and as nicely calcu- lated the amount he ought to pay in return; and then, and not before then, he paid it, and had done with his benefactor for ever. Thus it was that, when Peter M'Adam, who had been knighted for pre- senting an address of congratulation to Her Majesty on the occasion of the birth of one of her numerous German grand-children, had gone the way of all flesh, with his claims unsatisfied, Lord Yellowlily remembered his former supporter, and made personal application to the Queen in behalf of his widow. It thus happened that The pork-merchant's daughter and the whiskey distiller's widow, much to her own THE VEHME-GERICHT OF HAMPTON COURT. 171 surprise, found herself in possession of a handsome set of apartments looking into the royal gardens at Hampton Court. Here at first her ladyship did certainly feel somewhat fish-out-of-waterish, but she was a “converted” woman, and she had two great consolations. The first of these was to keep con- tinually declaiming against the Chaplain of the Palace, who was one of the simplest, gentlest, and most charitable of men. His sermons, declared Sir Peter's relict — for, like most ultra-Protestant ladies, she considered herself to be infallible — were not “ gospel.” Why, too, didn't he publicly testify against the goings-on of those flaunting Jezebels, the Ladies Skandaliza and Coreopsis Corker, who were creditably reported to have left the Palace in broad daylight in pink bathing-dresses, and to have publicly bathed with Lieutenant Sprattles (in blue) in Hampton Lasher ? Why did he continue to visit Lady Rathmullen, who was known to have fitted up an oratory in her own private apartments ? Why didn’t he leave undone everything he had done, and why didn’t he do everything he had left undone ? And above all, why didn’t he conduct the Services of the Church in a manner pleasing to her- self, Lady M‘Adam, who was not a Churchwoman at all ? The widow’s other consolation was to sit and 172 EVELYN MANWARING. talk scandal with her dear Christian friends, Lady Lavinia Gathercole and Miss Helen Scheimes. This last-named lady was the sister of Somebody or Something diplomatic. The Somebody had held a high consular or semi-diplomatic post on the borders of the Caucasus, and, under threat of assassination, had signed a treaty in the directly contrary sense to the orders he had received from the Foreign Office. He was accordingly deemed signally worthy of promotion, and was instantly named a Companion of the Order of SS. Michael and George. Dying, however, at the seat of his jurisdiction of too great devotion to arraki and French cognac, apartments were obtained in the Palace for his sister Helen, who had acted as his secretary and factotum at Tomareyeh. While in that remote Oriental city, Miss Scheimes had written a work entitled Harem Life of the Muslim Circassians of the Nether Caucasus , and although it had a considerable run at the circu- lating libraries, a very nasty book it was. Therein, the authoress (who at the time was eight-and-thirty if she was eight) conclusively showed that it was only by the most heroic and heroine-like display of firmness and austerity that she had escaped being added to the already overgrown female establishment of H.H. the Emir. Lady M‘Adam had still a share THE VEHME-GERICHT OF HAMPTON COURT. 173 in the whiskey business; had a very substantial jointure, and owned a very snug Brougham; and Miss Scheimes — who, like Lady Lavinia, was by no means averse to creature comforts, and idolised wealth — was her very particular friend and toady, while in her inmost heart she hated her like poison. While in person Lady M'Adam was short and stout, had a broad face with a high colour, not without a suspicion of rouge, and was gifted with a loud voice, Miss Scheimes, on the contrary, was tall and thin, and had a sallow face, with dark snaky eyes, which sparkled with malevolence and cunning. Her lips were thin, and she had an ugly way of drawing them inwards when she spoke, which was commonly in a tone but little removed from a whisper. While the widow dressed herself in rich silks and satins, and rejoiced in flounces and furbelows, the spinster attired herself in the cheapest materials, and her favourite colours were drab or some shade of yellow, which certainly accorded rather than contrasted with her sallow complexion. She wore her “ waist ” close under her armpits, and her figure was perfectly straight from her chin to her very long feet. A few days after Evelyn’s arrival, these two amiable ladies were sitting together in Lady M‘ Adam’s drawing-room, when a visitor was announced, and 174 EVELYN MANWARING. ill hobbled Admiral Grogrum, known erewhile as u Cursing Grogrum” of Devonport, but now a sufficiently tame old gentleman, and one upon whose hard heart the ladies fondly believed Mr. Moodle’s addresses had had a softening influence. The Admiral, who had a cork leg, the consequence of an honourable wound received in the service of his country, made his way to a chair, and was scarcely seated, when Lady M‘Adam exclaimed, with a somewhat spiteful intonation of the last word, “ Well, Admiral, and what do you think of our new acquisition V 9 “ Well, to tell you the truth, I think she’s a doosed pretty girl” “ Oh ! Admiral,” groaned Lady M'Adam. “ Pro- fanity ! and from you ! What would Mr. Moodle say ? Fie !” The Admiral in his heart of hearts wondered what business in the world it was of the gentleman named, but he answered penitently, “ Well, I’m sure I’m doosed — I mean to say I’m very sorry; but really this Miss Manwaring is a very pretty girl. What eyes ! What hair ! ” “ Yes, Admiral,” responded Lady M‘Adam, didac- tically, “ that may be all very true ; but what is that but the outward adorning ? and what avail those THE VEHME-GERICHT OF HAMPTON COURT. 175 outward trappings, which are but as dust and ashes, if all the while she has the old man in her heart ?” “ What indeed ? ” echoed Miss Scheimes. The Admiral couldn’t help wishing the young lady had the old man in her heart, but it wouldn’t do to tell Lady MAdam so, so he said, “ Well, I have only given you my own impression ; and now let me ask, what do you think of her, Lady MAdam ?” “ I think she’s a stuck-up minx, that’s what I think ; I’m disgusted with her, that I am,” answered the widow. “ You have abundant reason,” chimed in Miss Scheimes, as she clasped together her thin, yellow hands. “ And what’s more, I believe her heart is as hard as a nether millstone,” pursued Lady MAdam. “No, really!” said the Admiral, who was a good- natured old fellow at bottom; “you surprise me. But what makes you think so ? what has she done ?” “ What has she not done ?” hissed Miss Scheimes, turning up her eyes, and looking as much as possible like an elderly and puzzled sphynx. “What makes me think so?” continued Lady MAdam, “why, when I called on her yesterday afternoon, I asked her point blank whether she had a converted heart, and what do you think she said ?” 176 EVELYN MANWARING. “ Ton my honour, I can’t imagine,” answered the Admiral. “ Why, she said she hoped so, but that she made it a rule never to confide her religious feelings to perfect strangers. Pretty well for a chit like that ! Hoped so, indeed!” “ Well, it certainly looked bad,” said the Admiral, not knowing what else to say. “ Dreadful !” interpolated Miss Scheimes. “ And then, when I asked her whether she would come to the Meeting in my rooms of the Hampton Protestant Auxiliary Eastern-Christians’-Conversion Society, and hear dear Mr. Moodle, who would be present on the occasion as a Deputation from the Parent Society, and who would take her by the right hand and lead her into the right road, she answered that she was much obliged, but that she was quite content with going to Church, and that if she wanted religious advice she always consulted a dear old friend, the Eector, at her old home.” “ Quite a father confessor,” interposed Miss Scheimes. “And then I noticed on Sunday — for I can tell you I never took my eyes off her all Service-time — that she turned to the East at the Creed: depend upon it, she’s a ritualist in disguise!” THE VEHME-GERICHT OF HAMPTON COURT. 177 “ And perhaps a J esuit,” said Miss Scheimes. “ Well, ,, said the Admiral, plucking up courage, “ the Duchess does that, and for the matter of that, so does fforester.” “ Duchess ! don’t Duchess me, Admiral, I beg,” retorted the distiller’s widow; as if the possession of that exalted title conferred the privilege of com- mitting any enormity. “ This Miss Manwaring isn’t a Duchess, is she ? And as for that poor Mr. fforester, we all know what he is; didn’t precious Mr. Moodle say, the last time he addressed us in this very room, that he is a dry branch that withereth afore it be plucked up, a— a ” “ A dumb dog,” suggested Miss Scheimes. “ Thank you, love,” continued Lady MA.dam, “ I was just coming to that when you interrupted me ; it’s a habit you’ve got at times. A dumb dog that barketh not when the wolf cometh ; a blind lead ” But at that moment the string of protestant Billings- gate was cut short by the door being thrown open, and by the servant announcing in harsh Belfast accent, “ The Loidy Laveenia Gatherghoul,” and then in skipped Lady Lavinia, in as lambkin-like a manner as her lame leg and upwards of sixty years in this troublous world permitted. “ My dear Lady M‘Adam,” cried she, pointing one 178 EVELYN MANWARING. shoulder at the widow ; “ my dear Helen/' pointing the other shoulder at the spinster ; “ my dear Admiral/' pointing both shoulders at that naval commander, “ how fortunate I am to find you together, really quite providential! Do you know, my nerves have had such a shock. Papfaddle — you know Papfaddle, Admiral ? the faithfullest creature — Papfaddle has found out such a dreadful story from that Miss Manwaring’s maid. I do really think the dear Queen ought to be more careful in her choice. Oh ! this Palace might be quite a heaven below, if we could be sure of only having converted persons in our midst ! But, only think — Miss Manwaring’s own brother was accused of committing a burglary at Lord Guttleborough’s, and then went and com- mitted suicide, or something dreadful.” “ But was he guilty ?” asked the Admiral. “ Guilty ? No, not exactly guilty” answered Lady Lavinia, “ but only think, how shocking to be accused even of such dreadful things. Depend upon it, there is no what-you-may-call ’em without thingummy ! And the worst of it is, that sort of thing runs in the Blood. Beally, if Miss Manwaring should develop a tendency to Klep-Klep-Klep some- thing — Klepsydra, isn’t it ? — and I living on the same staircase, whatever should I do?” THE VEHME-GERICHT OF HAMPTON COURT. 179 “ Send for the police,” suggested the Admiral. “ And if, say at midnight,” pursued Lady Lavinia, without paying any attention to the interruption, “you were to wake up and see Miss Manwaring standing over you with a blunderbuss, or a bayonet, or some such dreadful thing, and demanding your India shawls and Sevres teapots, or your life, what would you do then, Admiral?” and the inevitable shoulders worked up and down like a pump handle. The Admiral looked puzzled. “ Ton my honour,” said he at last, “ it would be a doosed — I mean a very awkward situation for a man; but I hope there’s no danger of that.” “ There’s no telling, in these cases,” said Lady M'Adam. “ No, indeed,” echoed Miss Scheimes. “ It’s very dreadful,” continued the widow — looking as virtuous as if there were no such thing as fifth- rate Irish whiskey in the world — “ it’s very dreadful, but it is something to know what to expect. No wonder the young person declines the ministrations of dear Mr. Moodle. 0 — h, the hardness of the unconverted heart!” And then, having taken away a sister’s character by spying, innuendo, malice, and hatred, the three 180 EVELYN MANWARING. “ converted ,, and “ saved” ladies became quite cheer- ful, as they sipped their tea, with just a soupgon of something stronger in it, and turned to small talk and gossip, which in “ unconverted" people would have been deemed worldly enough. But then, as Miss Scheimes once remarked, “ when one knows one's saved, it's so nice to feel that it makes no difference what one says or does, for it must be all right at the last.” CHAPTER XXL SERGEANT SMITH, V.C. YN the ensuing few months, save of course from * the clique of “saved” ladies whom we left in the last chapter upon charitable thoughts intent, Evelyn Manwaring won golden opinions from all the inmates of the stately old Palace. No one could even see her without being struck by her grace and beauty, or fascinated by her lustrous eyes ; no one could speak to her without being charmed by her quiet good sense, by the innocence of her nature, and by the sweetness and simplicity of her disposition. Her tender, considerate respect de- lighted the old ; and her girlish buoyancy of spirits and bright cheerfulness — which, as her last great sorrow became more distant, began to assert itself 182 EVELYN MANWARING. more and more — charmed the young. The good Duchess learned to love her almost as a daughter ; the Miss Hazelhursts could not make enough of her ; Miss Strong found the assistant she had longed for in her works of charity; and poor, paralytic old Lady Stratton, who lived under the clock, and was cross and sour, felt her lonely life brightened when the girl came, as she often did, to read aloud to her. Even the fast daughters of the Countess of Quorndon, the Ladies Skandaliza and Coreopsis Corker, were awed by the gentle girl's innocence and purity, and avowed they must be “ good" when she was present. And the stronger sex? To a man, they were her devoted slaves. Sir Hercules Clarion, K.C.B., General Sir T. Blazer Brown, Lord Frederic Fitz- foodles, however much they differed on other points, were all agreed that Evelyn was perfection. Even Admiral Grogrum emancipated himself from Lady M'Adam, quarrelled with Lady Lavinia, snubbed Miss Scheimes, told the great Moodle to mind his own business, and declared that he “ was doosed sure there wasn’t a girl on earth to compare with Miss Manwaring.” As to the younger men— sons, nephews, and other relations of the inmates of the Palace, who, holding offices in Town, came down to spend their Sundays with their friends — they SERGEANT SMITH, V.C. 183 were all over head and ears in love with her, and Lieutenant Sprattles, a young fellow with small brains but a tender heart, grew almost desperate on her account, and refused no one knows what gorgeous offers the Duke of Eibblesdale made him in secret, to consent to an exchange of regi- ments. It was fortunate, however, for the Duke that Jack Sprattles proved so obdurate, for in a few months an event took place which at all events broke the somewhat monotonous life of the dwellers at Hampton Court. The troop of the Hussars which, under Captain Conger and Lieutenant Sprattles, had for a considerable time been quartered at the barracks, was suddenly moved to Brighton, and its place was taken by a troop of the Fortieth Dragoons, a most distinguished regiment now quartered at Hounslow, and but just returned from India. At the time of the march to Candahar, the news- papers, and even the despatches, had made frequent reference to the exploits of a wonderful Corporal Smith, who belonged to the gallant Fortieth. These exploits were now to have their reward. Her Majesty having determined to honour with a visit the Duchess of Pdbblesdale, who had formerly held an office about the royal person, was further 184 EVELYN MANWARING. graciously pleased to express her intention of in- specting the troop of the Fortieth on the occasion of her visit, and of conferring the Victoria Cross at the same time upon the whilome Corporal Smith, who, upon his return to England, had been promoted to the rank of Sergeant. When the day appointed for the royal visit arrived, it was found that “the Queen’s weather” had for once deserted her. Never was there a wetter day; the rain fell in buckets, and the barrack court in front of the palace re- sembled a lake. At this unfortunate crisis of affairs somebody official suggested the happy idea that Her Majesty should inspect the troop, and present the decoration to Sergeant Smith, who had already arrived from Hounslow, in Cardinal Wolsey’s Hall. The Queen signified her assent to this proposal, and at the appointed time repaired to that noble chamber, where a chair of state was placed for her use upon the edge of the dais. In front of this, and below it, in the body of the Hall, the troopers were drawn up in a square, open at the upper end; and the Queen, standing on the step of the dais in front of her seat, commanded the Sergeant to be brought before her. Meanwhile, the dense crowd of specta- tors, which included almost all the inmates of the Palace, as well as many persons from outside, stood SERGEANT SMITH, V.C. 185 beyond the line of soldiers, and saw as much of the ceremony as they could. Those who were tall enough to see anything, were astonished at the personal beauty and youthful appearance of the Sergeant who had so distinguished himself. He seemed, in truth, little more than a boy in years, and was just such a ruddy stripling as he who, of old time, had done battle with Goliath of Gath. The young man advanced with kindling eyes, but modest demeanour, to the foot of the dais, and his Sovereign, stepping forward, addressed to him some gracious words expressive of her admiration and her appreci- ation of his noble conduct, and at the same time pinned the Cross of Honour upon his breast. At that moment a cry, half-scream, half-exclamation, was heard from the bottom of the Hall, which seemed to sound like the syllable “Wil ,” and then a stir and rustle occurred, which showed that something unusual had happened. The cry seemed to reach the ears of the young hero, who was observed by some of the bystanders to tremble and turn pale, but this was deemed by most to proceed from nervousness. Her Majesty, turning to an attendant, commanded him to ascertain what was the matter. “ Only a lady had fainted in the crowd such was the report brought back to the Queen, who thereupon N 186 EVELYN MANWARING. retired to the apartments of the Duchess of Eibbles- dale, and shortly afterwards set out on her return journey to Windsor. It was Evelyn who had fainted. Accompanied by Miss Strong, she had come late into the Hall, and, unable from the crush to penetrate far, had to be content with standing on the edge of the crowd of spectators, where little or nothing could be seen. The Queen's voice, however, as she addressed the young soldier, was distinctly heard through the vast chamber, and the next moment, owing to the sudden movement of the helmeted head of one of the dragoons drawn up in double line in front, Evelyn caught a momentary glimpse of the heroic young Sergeant. The effect upon her was electric — to her eyes he seemed the very living image of her lost brother, and in a moment of uncontrollable impulse she tried to utter his name, and in the act, fell fainting on the floor amidst the throng. Willing hands were at once ready to raise her and carry her into the cloisters, where conscious- ness returned, and the party, led by Miss Strong, then bore her upstairs, and laid her on the sofa in her own drawing-room. As sometimes happens after a severe fainting fit, the mind of Evelyn seemed deadened, and her recollection was hazy as to the events immediately preceding the attack. All she SERGEANT SMITH, V.C. 187 could say, in answer to the inquiries of Miss Strong, was, that she had imagined Sergeant Smith very strongly to resemble her brother, and that the shock which the sudden discovery of this likeness gave her occasioned her to fall to the ground. She now saw and regretted her weakness, but she could not help feeling an inward sense of satisfaction that one who had so merited the admiration of his Sovereign and fellow-countrymen should have re- sembled a brother whose character she deemed so noble. “Had he had the chance,” said Evelyn to her friend, “ I think my poor brother would have acted as bravely and as well.” Miss Strong took in the Illustrated London News , and when it came to hand the following Saturday, there was a charming portrait of Sergeant Wilfred Smith, V.C. Miss Strong remarked the coincidence of Christian names, which, if she was aware of it, had not struck her before; and although she was in the habit of lending the paper to her young neighbour, she on this occasion forwarded it straight olf to the Soldiers’ Hospital at Malta, which was invariably its final destination. Truth to tell, Miss Strong, who was not of a romantic disposition, and had strong common sense, thought in her heart of hearts that Evelyn, who had confided everything 188 EVELYN MANWARING. to her, was just a wee bit superstitious on the subject of her drowned brother, and she felt that she would not herself do anything which might tend to foster that unwholesome feeling. The incident, however, of Evelyn’s fainting fit was not destined to pass i without observation. It formed abundant subject for remark and discussion at a meeting of the Female Vehme-Gericht of Hampton Court on the following day. “ Really,” said Lady M'Adam, when the meeting had been duly constituted in her Ladyship’s drawing- room — “ really, I have no patience with people who have so little command over their nerves as to faint away in the presence of Royalty ; it looks like an insult to the Throne itself, or like rebellion, which we have the highest authority for saying is worse than witchcraft.” “ Yes, indeed,” said Lady Lavinia, shrugging the inevitable shoulders; “but, dear Lady M'Adam, I fear it was much worse than that.” “What! Worse than witchcraft?” ejaculated Lady M'Adam, in a hollow tone of voice ; “ really you frighten me.” “Yes, dearest Lady MAdam,” responded Lady Lavinia, “ worse than that a great deal. My firm belief is that that girl is so puffed up with all that SERGEANT SMITH, V.C. 189 misplaced petting and injudicious putting forward by the poor dear Duchess, that she couldn’t bear to be — what d’ye call it ? — oh ! playing second thingummy, even for a moment, and that she screamed out, and threw herself down just on pur- pose to attract the attention of the men. What do you think, my dearest Helen?” Miss Scheimes, thus appealed to, nodded her head solemnly three several times (to the great peril of her front), and then said in oracular tones, “ I fear it was much worse even than that!” “ No ?” said Lady M'Adam. “No?” echoed Lady Lavinia. “Yes!” responded Miss Scheimes; “unhappily I fear it was. Remember I was close to her in the crowd, and what did I see with my own, own eyes ?” Miss Scheimes said this as if she was ordinarily in the habit of using other people’s eyes, but on this great occasion had condescended to use her own. “What?” cried Lady M'Adam. “Don’t keep us in suspense, I beg. I trust, I sincerely trust it was nothing very disgraceful.” “ I fear, I greatly fear it was,” answered Miss Scheimes, solemnly. “ I was standing close to her, remember, and I distinctly saw her fix her eyes, not on the dear Queen, who looked so well in her 190 EVELYN MANWARING. black bonnet — not on the dear Queen, but on the soldier-man they were making such a fuss about, and then she stretched out her hands, and cried out, ‘ Wil / and then down she went, flat as a somewhat tasteless fish they call a flounder. Can you put two and two together, dearest Lady Lavinia ?” Arithmetic was not one of Lady Lavinia’s strong points, so, with her shoulders trembling like aspen leaves, she answered nervously, “ I really don't feel positively certain, my love; but why do you ask such a very unusual question ?” “ Because, 5 ' interposed Lady M/Adam, sternly, “ any one who can put two and two together would know this at once, that Miss Manwaring had seen that man before.” “ Good Heavens !” cried Lady Lavinia. “ Oh ! the mysteries of the unconverted heart !” cried the pork-merchant's daughter. “ Yes, dear Lady M'Adam, you are right, as you always are ; depend upon it, she had seen that man before,” pursued Miss Scheimes, judicially; “he is probably some old rustic lover. What was it she cried out too ? * Will !’ and what is the name of the soldier-man? Why, "Wilfred, to be sure! And pray, how did she know that? She must have SERGEANT SMITH, V.G 191 known the man before, of course. But now for a proof positive. No sooner did the young woman blurt out his name before everyone in that brazen- faced and unseemly manner, than I distinctly saw the soldier-man himself turn pale — turn pale, and tremble like a leaf! What do you think of that? 4 Nervousness before the Queen/ folks said; I know better. That’s all a pack of stuff and nonsense. It was conscience, that’s what it was I And now tell me, what do you think of that ?” “ It is a wonderful chain of thingummy,” answered Lady Lavinia, drawing down her shoulders almost out of sight ; “ a wonderful chain of consumptive evidence — no, not consumptive either, that’s Ventnor and Madeira, and the Biver Era; but you know what I mean. But what a head you have, my dearest Helen ; and how dreadful are the revelations you have made !” “ It’s an awful and instructive instance of human depravity, that’s what it is,” said Lady M'Adarn; “ but it’s providential that the mask is torn betimes from the face of that young Jezebel, and that we at last see her in the unregenerate nakedness of an unconverted heart. But what are we to do ? that’s the question. I suppose it is our bounden duty to tell the poor deluded Duchess of her mistake.” 192 EVELYN MAN WARING. ‘"Well, no,” said Lady Lavinia, after a pause; “ with all due deference, dearest Lady M/Adam, to your greatly superior age and experience ” “ Not such a great difference, Lady Lavinia, as you seem to suppose,” interrupted Lady M‘Adam, snappishly. “Fm sure I beg your pardon,” answered Lady Lavinia; “I was only going to say, that knowing the poor dear Duchess’s idiosyncrasies, and prejudices, and crazes, as we do, I think we had better wait ” “And watch,” interrupted Miss Scheimes. “ Thank you, dearest Helen,” continued Lady Lavinia ; “ and watch — yes, watch and wait. Sir Thomas Clarion was saying only the other day that the Fortieth are likely to be moved here ; then we shall perhaps see more, and be more in a position to move with effect. I shall tell Papfaddle — such a faithful creature ! — to be on the look-out for the first soldier that goes up to Miss Manwaring’s apartments, and if I learn anything, you may depend on hearing from me. Now I must run away and dress for dinner.” Lady Lavinia’s prudent counsels prevailed, and forthwith the Vehme-Gericht was dissolved. “ Behold how great a matter a little fire kindleth ; and the tongue is a fire, a world of iniquity ; it is an SERGEANT SMITH, V.C. 193 unruly evil, full of deadly poison/’ So speaks the Inspired Word; but Luther having blasphemously termed the Epistle of S. James an “ Epistle of Straw,” these very protestant ladies probably did not look on his inspired dictum as binding on their “ consciences.” CHAPTER XXII. THE LOST FOUND. YA ARLY in the ensuing month of May, the expected change of regiments took place, and a troop of the Fortieth Dragoons succeeded to the troop of Hussars, which, to the utter despair of Lieutenaut Sprattles, was despatched to Brighton. This honest young warrior had lost his heart entirely, and his admiration for Miss Man waring knew no bounds. When the change took place, the Duke of Ribblesdale probably did not regret that he had failed to induce Sprattles to consent to effect an exchange with him. Two or three days after the arrival of the new troop, upon a tender spring afternoon, Evelyn went forth to wander by herself in Bushey Park. The day had been what George Herbert so beautifully calls “ A Bridal of the earth and sky,” THE LOST FOUND. 195 and the afternoon did not belie the fair promise of the morning. The grand avenue of chestnuts, it is true, had well-nigh lost every one of its myriad candelabras of silver and pale-rose, and the still lingering hawthorn blossoms had changed from their creamy tint to a faint red; but, all around and above, the scene was as lovely as an English May could make it. The opening leaves were in their livery of tenderest green; the brownish spirals of the young brakes were curling up amidst the still beautiful red, dried fronds of last year’s growth, which now hid and now revealed a belated hyacinth of heavenly blue. In the more open spaces the fragrant cowslips blossomed, and here and there a stately oxlip starred the mossy turf. The cuckows gave forth their familiar note, as they flew from thorn to thorn; the green woodpecker laughed for very joy; the throstles and blackbirds sang their sweetest ; and once Evelyn fancied she heard the notes of a nightingale issuing from a thicket of brambles, where perhaps the hen-bird brooded over her modest nest of dried grass as brown as her own loving little body, while her mate, with his breast against a thorn, told her his tale of love. Evelyn chose the part of the Park where the dry, red fern grew the highest, and where she and Floss — for her 196 EVELYN MANWARING. faithful dog, as usual, was her companion — could feel themselves the most alone and unconstrained ; for she heeded not the noble stags and dappled does which ever and anon she started from their ferny coverts. The girl loved the country from her heart ; and amidst the thankfulness she felt for the peaceful home which the royal bounty had provided for her, she was sometimes thrilled with deep yearnings after her wild North-country fells, for the swelling swathes of purple heath, and for the rocky banks of the swirling Arrow. “ If I did not see the heather once a-year at the least, I think I should die,” said Sir Walter Scott ; and Evelyn felt a like sentiment with regard to her old home and its surroundings. On this particular afternoon the girl’s spirits were higher than usual, and she ran with Floss amongst the bracken and under the ancient thorns with as light a step as the springing deer around her. She held her straw hat in her hand, and her wondrous hair streamed out on the wind behind her like a golden cloud. “Now, Floss,” cried the girl, “I am tired, and must sit down, and you must let no one come to disturb me; and you must be a good dog, and sit quietly beside me, and not hunt the good Queen’s deer.” THE LOST FOUND. 197 So saying, Evelyn made her way through a mass of tall ferns, with the intention of throwing herself at length upon the soft and mossy turf; and then, on a sudden, a sight met her eyes which literally transfixed her to the ground, and caused her to gasp for breath. There, in the midst of a ring of lofty brakes, on the green grass, with his forage cap fallen off, and his beautiful bare head pillowed on a tiny knoll of moss, lay a young soldier asleep — and he the Image, the express and living Image of Evelyn’s long-lost, much-loved brother Wilfred. As the girl gazed, spellbound, and motionless as a statue of Parian marble, and almost as white, a sweet smile broke over and irradiated the lovely features of the young man as he stirred in his sleep. Floss evidently saw the same apparition which fixed the gaze of his young mistress, and he uttered a low, distrustful whine; but in a moment this was changed into a joyful bark, and, bounding forwards, the faithful dog threw himself upon the prostrate figure with every sign and demonstration of joy and affection. The young soldier awoke, and the first object which met his astonished eyes was the motionless figure of the girl, with her eyes fixed upon him with affrighted gaze. 198 EVELYN MANWARING. “ Evelyn !” he cried, springing to his feet ; and the voice was the voice of her long-drowned brother. “ Wilfred ! ” she gasped ; and then, all doubt vanishing, the brother and sister — for the lost one was indeed found — fell into each other’s arms. An hour passed, and the two, long parted, but joined at length in God’s good time, still sat side by side, basking in the sunshine of each other’s love. There were long explanations on both sides. Wilfred learned with almost unutterable joy that his character was cleared. He heard with grief that he was fatherless and brotherless. He heard that he was the rightful owner of the old House and Home of Holmcastle, which now was in the hands of another. He learned that his sister was an inmate of the Palace close at hand. And Evelyn heard the story of Wilfred’s wanderings and adventures since they parted; his voyages on the wide ocean; his exploits in the fastnesses of India and upon the tented field. She heard from modest lips how he had resolved to redeem the past, and vindicate his good name ; how he had won the proud distinction of the Victoria Cross ; how with wonder he had heard Evelyn’s exclamation at his investiture by royal hands; how he had striven for, and still hoped to win, a commission in the army and regiment he had THE LOST FOUND. 199 learned to love. When this was obtained, it had been his intention to return to his home and claim his birthright. Time sufficed not for all that their hearts and lips would fain have poured forth to each other, when the distant clock of the Palace warned the young soldier that he had to return to duty at the barracks. As he would, moreover, be forced to go on duty to Hounslow the day following, it was agreed that they should not meet again until the third evening. Meanwhile, Wilfred would not reveal his secret ; but, nevertheless, Evelyn should be at liberty to communicate it to her friend the Duchess. Evelyn also promised to write by that evening’s post to Mr. Elthorne, to announce the happy news, and also to their old legal friend, Mr. Merivale, to ask his professional advice. So dis- cussing their hopes and affairs, the brother and sister took their way, hand in hand, down one of the side avenues, and when they reached the great gate, they parted, after a loving embrace — Wilfred to return to the barracks by the high road, Evelyn to regain her apartments through the wilderness and garden. So abundantly happy and so absorbed in their happiness had the re-joined pair been during their walk under the elms and chestnuts, that they were 200 EVELYN MANWARING. utterly unconscious of all besides. Their hand- linked walk, however, and the fond kisses they exchanged when they parted at the gate of the Park, did not escape the notice of prying and malignant eyes. Lady M'Adam, returning with Miss Scheimes from their afternoon drive to Teddington, spied the couple from the recesses of the former lady’s brougham, and, with malicious joy, they drew their own base conclusions. On arriving at the Palace, they at once flew to Lady Lavinia’s rooms, and found that immaculate old widow (who had just time to hide a French novel under the sofa cushions) poring over a printed address of the saintly Moodle. “ We’ve caught them at last in the very act!’’ screamed out Lady M‘Adam, throwing herself into a chair. “ Hugging each other in the royal Park ! ” shrieked Miss Scheimes. “ Kissing each other on the open turnpike before six pleasure vans,” continued Lady M‘Adam. “ Oh j the unutterable wickedness of the unregenerate human heart!” “ But, my dear friends,” said Lady Lavinia, glad at last to be able to edge in a word, “ whom have you caught ? whom have you seen ? ah ! ah ! hugging, and what did you say ? — not kissing ? no, I really THE LOST FOUND. 201 trust not kissing, for that sounds shockingly immoral ? Eeally you make my blood run cold ! ” — and the shoulders quivered like the undulations of the earth- quake at Chios. “ Come, Lady Lavinia, you know as well as I do,” said Lady M'Adam, angrily. “ Surely you can guess,” said Miss Scheimes, “ now that your own suspicions are fulfilled ! Oh ! you dear prophetic soul !” “Ah, now I have it,” cried Lady Lavinia (who had known all the while), in accents of amazement ; “ it must have been Miss Manwaring. Oh ! how very, very dreadful ! ” But it is needless to follow the conversation of these amiable and Christian ladies. Suffice it to say, that the Vehme-Gericht resolved that no quarter should be given to the offender ; and Lady Lavinia, as the member of the Court who knew the Duchess best, was deputed to inform Her Grace of the signal mistake she had made, and of the misconduct of her protegee . Lady Lavinia accord- ingly penned an epistle, which, being duly approved, received the imprimatur of the Court; and, this missive being despatched, the three ladies separated, each member retiring in excellent spirits to her apartments to prepare for dinner, o CHAPTER XXIII. WILFRED SMITH GOES TO THE JEWS. T HE lost Wilfred having been found, it seems proper to take this opportunity of informing the reader of the events which followed his banish- ment from home. On leaving Holmcastle, as we have already seen, he took a third class ticket to London; but on reaching Preston Junction, in pursuance of a plan he had already formed, he left the train, and took a fresh ticket to Liverpool. On arriving at that filthy and rowdy city, he crossed the town, and took a small room in a little dirty inn in a small thoroughfare off Water Street, which, however, rejoiced in the imposing title of the “ Great Atlantic Hotel/’ Having taken his two bags upstairs, Wilfred WILFRED SMITH GOES TO THE JEWS. 203 sat down to consider his prospects and his future course of action. His after-plans he had already to a certain extent determined on ; at present the all- engrossing, overmastering desire of his heart was to get away from England as soon as possible. The question was, how to effect it. The poor lad took out and counted his whole stock of money. The amount was small, too small he feared to suffice for the payment of even a steerage passage across the Atlantic, even if he should find a ship about to start at once. It suddenly struck him that he could pawn or sell some of his clothes, and the next moment he had opened his bags, and spread out his slender wardrobe on the bed and floor of the tiny chamber he occupied. A spare suit of clothes and a few flannel shirts were nearly all he would want for his present purpose, and he soon made his selection, packed the rest in a single bag, and was speedily on his way with them to a pawnbroker’s. There was no disgrace in this ; but when Wilfred found himself in a small, stuffy compartment in the shop, and con- fronted by a small, yellow-haired Jew, with inflamed eyes of a waterish blue, and of most villainous aspect, he certainly felt far from comfortable. The salutary rule of “ first come, first served ” was observed in the establishment of Messrs. Cohen and 204 EVELYN MANWARING. Hart, and Wilfred had to wait until an old Irish- woman, who bore the appearance of a resuscitated mummy — so wrinkled and puckered was her face — had transacted her business. “ What ! the same petticoat again, Mrs. Maguire ?” said the young Jew; “I wonder you’re not ashamed to bring that old rag again to a respectable establish- ment like this.” “ Faith, thin,” said the old woman, “but it’s a dacent undergarmint intirely, and it’s the wearing of it I’d rather injoy this could weather ; but what can an ould body like me do wid an ould husband bed-ridden with the rheumatiz, and me daughter’s family down with the faver ? sure ye’ll be givin’ me eighteenpince upon it agen, Mr. Cohen, and good luck to ye.” “ Devil a ha’penny will I give more than a shilling, Mrs. Maguire, and that’s more than it would sell for to a rag merchant.” “ Och, honey, for the love o’ heaven, give me one-and-three.” “A shilling, a shilling, a shilling, and no more!” cried the Jew ; and taking out a shilling from the till under the counter, he threw it across to the poor old creature, who clutched it in her skinny claws, and then put it into some receptacle under a thin WILFRED SMITH GOES TO THE JEWS. 205 and ragged, but clean gown, which draggled around her emaciated form. “ Wait outside till I come out,” whispered Wilfred to the old woman, who, receiving her pawn-ticket, left the shop. “And now, young gentleman, what can I do for you ?” asked Mr. Cohen, with a sly leer. “ I want to know what you’ll give me for these clothes and this leather bag,” answered Wilfred, as he laid them on the counter. The Jew spread out and examined the things one by one, and then named a sum which appeared to the owner preposterously small. “ They must be worth much more than that,” said he. The Jew seemed to examine the things more narrowly than before, and then he said, “ Well, well see what can be done ; but as we always like to do things right and above board, I’d like to know your name first.” Wilfred thought this a singular request, but he reflected that it might be the rule of the establish- ment. But what name should he give ? His father had commanded him to change his surname — that he would do — it was his father’s name, and in that respect he would obey his father’s command, however 206 EVELYN MANWARING. unjust. But his Christian name was his own ; no one had any right to deprive him of that ; and so, after a pause, during which the Jew was narrowly scrutinising his face, he answered, “ Wilfred Smith.” “ And the linen’s all marked ‘ W.M./ and ‘ W.M.’ ’s engraved in a mollorgrum on the lock of the bag — he, he ! I thought so,” cried the little Jew, triumph- antly. “ But I say, mister, I think yer ought to be dev’lish glad to get what I offered, and have no questions asked. Don’t yer know I might get yer into a peck of troubles along of them fash’nable articles ? ” “Why, what do you take me to be?” cried Wilfred, turning very red. “May be a walley,” answered the Jew. “What’s that?” asked Wilfred. “ What’s that ? Why, a walley-de-sham, stoopid,’’ responded Mr. Cohen, severely ; “ a genelman’s ser- vant as has left his place without giving a month’s warning — that’s what I mean.” “ You don’t mean to say,” said Wilfred, “ that you think I stole those things, do you ? ” “Stole ’em! no,” responded the Jew, grinning from ear to ear, “we never uses bad language in this respectable establishment; we might get pro- secuted for libel if we said as a genelman stole WILFRED SMITH GOES TO THE JEWS. 207 things, that we might; but if yer want to know what I think , why, I think yer took ’em, just as a parquisite, you know, and I dessay your master is at this moment breaking his heart over the loss. Now, what do yer say ? will yer take what I offered, or shall I keep these things here till the perlice come to take yer to the station ? Uncle Abraham, are yer in ? ” A shuffling noise was heard, and an old Jew appeared, a very cheerful old Jew indeed, who mumbled his skinny lips together, which was his way of laughing, and seemed to be enjoying himself immensely. “ Just go to the door, Uncle Abraham,” said Mr. Cohen, junior, “ and if yer see a perliceman about, ask him what he thinks of the weather, while I finish my business with — Mr. Smith” “For heaven’s sake, give me what you can, and let me go,” cried Wilfred, in an agony. Mr. Cohen, junior, smiled a very unpleasant smile indeed, and proceeded to put the money down on the counter, piece by piece. “ There, no hurry, Mr. Smith” said he, leering at his victim, “ no hurry in the least. P’raps I can sell yer some’ut which will be useful on the voyage out, for I presume yer are bound across the herring-pond. I hope yer’ll 208 EVELYN MANWARING. find the air of New York saloobrious to yer health ; change of air is often useful, Mr. Smith ; I’m sure I hope it ’ill but before young Mr. Cohen could finish his speech some other customers came in, and Wilfred, seizing his money, made his escape. At the corner of the street, in front of a gin-palace — the licensing magistrates of Liverpool think it neces- sary to have a gin-palace at the corner of every street — -Wilfred found Mrs. Maguire. When he came up, he put into her hand no small portion of the pittance he had just received for his wardrobe. The old woman looked at the money, and then at him, with amaze. “May God and S. Patrick bless ye,” she cried at length ; “ here’s food, and fire, and medicine for me and mine. Ye’ve saved a poor, honest family from starving, ye have, young jintleman. May the Holy Angels make your bed. Ye seem in sorrow to-day, but there’s a day cornin’ when your sorrow shall be turned into joy! When that day comes, remember ould Biddy Maguire, and be shure that to the last days of her life she will pray to the Blessed Lord for you and yours;” and so saying, the old woman seized his hand and kissed it, and wetted it with her tears. Wilfred hurried away, for a crowd of roughs had begun to gather, but it was with a less heavy heart than he could have supposed possible a WILFRED SMITH GOES TO THE JEWS. 209 few minutes before. His behaviour was very un- politico-economical, no doubt— he ought to have applied to the Charity Organisation Society, of course, before he relieved a starving fellow-creature — but after all, he was perhaps rewarded, even in this world, for not following the example of Archbishop Whately ; and at all events, an honest, needy family received the necessaries of life without having to wait until some fussy old frump poked her nose into the cottage, in order to investigate and report on “ the circumstances of the case/’ CHAPTER XXIV. WILFRED SMITHS VOYAGE OUT. /\X his way back to the “ Great Atlantic Hotel, 1 ” it came on to rain (it generally does rain in Liverpool), and Wilfred, to escape a drenching, took his stand within the pretentious granite portal of the office of the “ Flaming Star Line” Shipping Company. Presently, two ships’ Captains came out. “When do you sail, Captain Barlow?” said one. “ In five minutes,” was the answer. “ I ought to have been on board now, but I caught my steward in the act of helping himself to some loose money I had left on my cabin table, and I came ashore to see whether they knew of another at the office. But they don’t, which is awkward, considering the WILFRED SMITH’S VOYAGE OUT. 211 lot of passengers I have on board. What rascals men are now-a-days !” Wilfred turned to the speaker : “ Will you try me, Sir?” said he. The Captain started, and looked at him fixedly. “Have you ever been afloat before?” he asked. “ Never,” said Wilfred ; “ but I’ll try to do my duty, and make myself useful.” The Captain looked at him fixedly, and Wilfred returned his gaze. “ I like your looks,” said Captain Barlow, “ and I think I’ll engage you.” “More fool you !” interposed his friend. “What’s your name, boy?” “ Smith,” answered Wilfred. “ I’d ha’ gone bail his name was Smith,” said the Captain’s friend. “ When can you come on board ?” said Captain Barlow, without paying any attention to the inter- ruption. “In ten minutes, Sir,” answered Wilfred; “my things are in the next street.” “Well, then, I’ll wait here ten minutes, and if you don’t turn up then, I’ll sail without you.” Wilfred was off like a shot, reached “the Great Atlantic,” discharged his small reckoning, and within 212 EVELYN MANWARING. the stipulated time was again at the Shipping Office, before the door of which — for it had now ceased raining- — Captain Barlow was marching up and down like a bear in a cage. “This looks well, ,, said Captain Barlow, approv- ingly, as Wilfred presented himself with his small bag. “ You must prove I'm not such a confounded fool as my friend Twagham thinks." So Wilfred followed the Captain on board the good steamer “ Flaming Comet," and in an hour's time the noble ship was out in the wide Mersey, and before evening was ploughing her stately way down channel on her way to the New World. It was a harsh, and in some respects a bitter dis- cipline that to which the delicately-nurtured young man was subjected on his voyage out, but it probably served to strengthen and mature his already noble character, while the constant hard work incident to his position prevented his mind from repining and dwelling too much upon his sorrows. The first spare moment he had after he went on board, he opened the little package which was his sister's parting gift. It contained a little Prayer Book, with a metal cross upon either side of the binding. As he opened the clasp, two papers fell out — the first was a £5 note, and his eyes filled with tears as he WILFRED SMITH’S VOYAGE OUT. 213 read upon the second, written in that beautiful hand- writing he knew so well, Charles Kingsley’s beautiful “ Farewell.” “ Farewell, sweet lad , and let who will be clever, Do noble things, not dream them all day long, And so make Life, Death, and the Great Forever One grand sweet song.” Sweet was it, after a long day of sickness and harassing toil, when Wilfred lay down in his close berth and heard the waves of the Atlantic swishing by close to his head, to think that he still enjoyed the trustful love of a darling sister and of a friend. He thought, too, of the quaint frontispiece of his copy of the Icon Basilike , now far away amongst his books at dear old Holmcastle, and of the weighted palms springing to fresh and verdurous glory, and of the appropriate motto, “Crescit sub pondere virtus;” and he prayed that such might be the case with him. Four days and a-half out, an adventure occurred. The vast ocean had been calm all day, and there was no sail in sight, when, in consequence of some- thing being amiss with the machinery, the steamer suddenly stopped. Most of the passengers, astonished, if not alarmed, by the unwonted quiet, had come up 214 EVELYN MANWARING. on deck, and witnessed the Atlantic heaving around them in what seemed to be huge platforms of greenish water, which rose and fell without the slightest disturbance of the glassy surface by even a breath of wind. Then, almost suddenly, after an hours interval, the East wind began to blow, the mighty screw turned, and the ship re-commenced its course with what seemed to be renewed life and activity. At that moment a cry was heard above the pulsations of the engines and the whirl of the screw — “ A child overboard !” Wilfred chanced to be amidships, and looked over the side. Then, throwing off his coat, he ran astern, waited a few moments, and then cast himself into the ocean. His form disappeared for a few seconds, and then he re- appeared, clutching the child in his right hand, while he supported himself in the water by swimming with his left. The order to stop ship had been given at once, and a boat was manned and let down, but by that time the child and its deliverer had drifted far astern. When at last the boat reached them, Wilfred was nearly exhausted, and could only clutch the gunwale with his one empty hand, when he was drawn up into the boat with the child alive and unhurt. The little boy, thus saved, was the son of a couple WILFRED SMITH'S VOYAGE OUT. 215 of poor emigrants, and on reaching the ship his rescuer was almost overwhelmed with the thanks of the father and mother. The saloon passengers that evening made a collection for the brave steward, which amounted to a handsome sum, and he was called into the saloon to receive it from the hands of Captain Barlow, who made a short speech very pertinent to the occasion. To the surprise of most, the young man respectfully, but positively, refused to accept the proffered gift. When further pressed to do so, he replied — “ I could not possibly take money for saving the life of a fellow-creature, but if you will allow me to hand it over to the mother of the poor little thing who fell overboard, I’m sure the money will be well bestowed.” This, when they found he was firm in his determination not to accept it himself, the passengers at length consented to do. The next evening, when Wilfred had gone up on deck for a few quiet minutes, “ for thought to do her part,” he was joined by a tall, lanky United States gentleman, who had a wife and family on board. “Lork here, boy,” said Mr. Caleb W. Lomax — for that was the passenger's name — “ I don't wornt to know who you are, or what you are, but you are coming to my great country, and I wornt to know your plans, for 216 EVELYN MAN WARING. if I can do anything to forward them I will. Shake hands, Sir ; you are a credit to the old country.” Wilfred, having shaken hands as desired, said his great wish was to get across the Continent to S. Francisco, and that he hoped to find some employ- ment in New York to raise enough money to enable him to do so. “ Jest so,” said Mr. Lomax, “and it’s to ’Frisco I’m going myself. Now look here, young man, I wornt some one to help me through, and I tell you what I’ll do. If you’ll come along with me, and help to see after the baggage and children, I’ll take you with me. There, no thanks,” continued he, seeing Wilfred was about to speak; “it’s a fair bargain, and the obligation is mutual, so think over my offer and tell me to-morrow. Jest one word more. Eemember you don’t come as a help, but as a friend. I know a gentleman when I see one, spite of his coat, and I’m proud to know you, Sir; shake hands again;” and with that the United States gentleman gave Wilfred’s hand a terrific squeeze, turned on his heel, and went below to play a quiet game of euchre with his wife and two eldest daughters. It need hardly be stated that Wilfred considered the offer, so kindly and unexpectedly made, far too good a one to be refused, and next morning he WILFRED SMITH’S VOYAGE OUT. 217 accepted it with thanks. Four days afterwards, the “Flaming Comet” entered the noble harbour of New York, and after taking a cordial leave of Captain Barlow, and being cheered by the steerage passengers and crew as he went over the side, Wilfred found himself before nightfall esconced in the comfortable Westmoreland Hotel, in Madison Square, as the friend and guest of Mr. Lomax. During their three days’ stay at New York, Wilfred managed to see most that was worth seeing in that not very interest- ing but cosmopolitan city, which is all length and no breadth, and which looks like a slice of the outskirts of Paris, stuck, sandwich-fashion, between two slices of the slums of Liverpool. On the fourth day, the party left New York by the cars, and in due time Wilfred found himself looking down on S. Francisco, with the blue waters of the Pacific gleaming and glinting behind it. Mr. Lomax had a charming country house near the sea upon the Gulf about twenty miles from the city, and he insisted on Wilfred’s paying him a visit of a fortnight to recruit from the fatigue of the journey. At the end of that time this excellent man tried hard to persuade his young guest to allow him to use his influence, which was considerable, to get him a situation in a mer- cantile house, but Wilfred’s mind had been made up p 218 EVELYN MANWARING. from the first not to remain in the States, but to go on to China. When Mr. Lomax found that his resolution could not be shaken, he went one morning by rail to S. Francisco, and on his return told Wilfred that he had arranged with a friend who was a large shipowner to give him a free passage in a ship about to start for Hong Kong — a statement of whose veracity pious doubts may be entertained, from the circumstance that Mr. Lomax drew that day a far larger amount of dollars from his bankers than ever he brought home. The constant change of scene through which Wilfred had passed, and the genuine and disinterested kindness he had received from his hospitable hosts, had tended to raise his spirits ; and so agreeable did he make himself, that the whole family, and especially the two eldest girls, were heartily grieved when the time came for his de- parture. “ I have never inquired into your family history, Mr. Smith/’ said Mr. Lomax at parting, “and I don’t mean to begin now ; but let me tell you that I am sure your absence from home arises from no cause of which you need be ashamed; and don’t forget that, should you be restored to it hereafter, no one will be more glad to hear of your welfare than your friends at Lomaxville.” WILFRED SMITH'S VOYAGE OUT. 219 So Wilfred Smith, as we must now call him, was afloat on the great Pacific Ocean. When they were two days out, the Captain came into the saloon, and, addressing him, said, “ I forgot to give you this little parcel, which was brought on board by the last boat at 'Frisco.” On opening the packet, Wilfred found a handsome purse, embroidered by Carolina, Mr. Lomax's eldest daughter, and in it a packet of gold, inscribed, “For use on landing, from your sincere friend, Caleb W. Lomax.” So, at the end of the voyage, Wilfred went on shore at Hong Kong with a light heart and no present anxiety. CHAPTER XXV. THE MARCH TO CANDAHAR. Y T thrilled Wilfred’s soul, the evening of his arrival, ^ to see the English uniform in the streets, and to hear his native tongue spoken by many amidst the motley crowds which throng the streets of Hong Kong. The young man was not long in making his way to the barracks, and, reaching them, he felt he had reached his goal. An English sentinel was pacing up and down before the barrack gate, and a smart young sergeant was standing before it, tapping his well-polished boot with a light cane. To him Wilfred forthwith addressed himself, and the two might shortly afterwards have been seen discussing, at the civilian’s expense, a couple of cooling drinks at a neighbouring tavern. The result of this interview was, that on the following morning Wilfred Smith THE MARCH TO CANDAHAR. 221 attained the great purpose of his coming to China, by enlisting as a private in the th Infantry, then under orders to sail for India. In a few days all was ready, and the transport sailed. On arriving in port, Private Smith's regi- ment was at once ordered up country, and no sooner had it reached its destination than Wilfred volun- teered to join the Fortieth Dragoons, then about to start for the seat of war. Private Smith was at first a mystery to his comrades. That he was a gentleman by birth they knew at once. That he had nothing of the “ lardy- dardy” fine gentleman about him they found out almost as quickly. There was no better horseman in the regiment, and he could groom, and loved to groom, the serviceable creature assigned to him, as well as he could ride him. He learned his drill in an extraordinarily short space of time, and seemed to take an interest and delight in manoeuvres which most soldiers would have given worlds or a week’s pay to be able to shirk. Upon several occasions Private Smith was asked to become servant to an officer, but he always refused. When it was pointed out to him that, by accepting the situation, he would have more liberty, more pay, and various perquisites, he always answered, “ I had rather remain in the 222 EVELYN MANWARING. ranks and learn my duty,” and remain he did. One young officer took his refusal very much to heart. “ I know why you refuse, Smith,” he said ; “ it’s because I am a nobody, and you are a gentleman • and, to tell you the truth, I thought you could make a gentleman of me, if we were more together ; and you see, with these confounded rules and customs of the service, I can’t see as much of you as I wish, while you are in the ranks.” This brave lad and good officer was a hairdresser’s son from Oxford, and he afterwards fell, sword in hand, before Candahar. No bad word was ever known to escape from Smith’s lips, and as he seemed to loathe the coarser temptations of barrack life, some of the worst set in the regiment took it into their heads that “ Gentle- man Smith,” for so they called him, could be bullied with impunity. They soon found they were mis- taken. The troop to which Smith belonged was quartered in a small barracks in an out-station, away from the rest of the regiment. One night, the Corporal of Smith’s room, a man named Tozer, ordered a small trumpeter to climb over the barrack wall and fetch him a bottle of rum from the shop of a sutler outside. The boy vainly protested against this order, on the ground that the drop from the wall was too great, and that, if caught, he would THE MARCH TO CANDAHAR. 223 be severely punished. Upon this, Tozer, who was a big, hulking fellow, seized the lad with one hand, while with the other he gave him a violent box on the ear. “Leave that boy alone,” said Smith, looking up from the camp bed on which he was sprawling, reading a book. “ What’s that you say ?” bellowed the Corporal. “ I said, ‘ Leave that boy alone/ and I say that, if you don’t, it will be the worse for you.” The only answer, and that a brutal one, was another buffet upon the boy’s head. In a moment Smith had sprung from his bed, and with a well- planted blow had felled the Corporal to the ground. The brute rose, and muttering, “ I’ll make you pay for this,” shambled out of the room. The boy’s gratitude knew no bounds, and the other men, crowding about Smith, congratulated him on the discomfiture of the bully. Next day — for rage, like love, makes men blind — Tozer had the almost in- credible folly to report Private Smith for striking him. An investigation followed, and it being con- clusively proved that Smith had struck the blow in defence of a lad who had refused to do an illegal act, he was at once acquitted, and the stripes being cut from Tozer’s arm, the bully was reduced to the 224 EVELYN MANWARING. ranks. In a few days Smith was himself made Corporal. After this, the young fellow grew daily in the affection of his comrades. Never shirking his own duty,- he was always ready to take upon himself that of another. He sang well, too, and in the barrack-room was the prince of story-tellers. Sometimes he even aspired to verse, and his ballads, set to music by the bandmaster of the regiment, were sung by himself and comrades upon the line of march. On the first occasion that Corporal Smith came under fire, he had a narrow escape of his life. A detachment of his regiment had received orders to eject a strong party of Afghans from an almost inaccessible position which they held on high ground to the right of the pass by which they were pro- ceeding to Candahar. As Smith was advancing, a mounted Afghan fired at him point blank, and the shot striking him in the region of the heart, he fell off his horse to the ground. The man was rushing forward, thinking he was dead, when, no doubt, much to his amazement, Smith rose to his feet and shot him dead with his revolver. The ball had struck the brass cross upon the little Prayer Book — which, as his sister's last gift, Smith always carried inside his uniform, upon his breast — and, glancing off, gave him a slight flesh wound in the left arm, while the shock of the concussion brought him to the ground. A similar escape is said to have THE MARCH TO CANDAHAR. 225 occurred at the battle of the Alma. It was upon the afternoon of August 31st that Corporal Smith won for himself the proud distinction of the Victoria Cross. He had taken part in the reconnaisance of the position of the enemy which was made by the entire Brigade of Cavalry, and the object of the movement having been effected, he was retiring with the rest of his own troop, when a young officer was struck by a ball, and was left upon the earth for dead. Smith, observing this, galloped alone out of the English ranks, reached the place where the fallen officer was lying, and, finding he was still alive, put him upon his own horse, and was leading him back to the English ranks, when two mounted Afghans swooped down upon him. As the first of these neared him, Smith shot him dead, and with a second shot brought the horse of the second Afghan to the ground. Urging the wounded officer to continue his course to the British ranks, he engaged in a hand-to-hand fight with his dismounted adversary, and, after a sharp encounter, succeeded in disabling him ; then, catching the horse of his first assailant, he mounted it, overtook his own horse with its burden, and returned with it triumphantly to his regiment. The officer’s thigh was broken, and he would undoubtedly have been killed, had he not been rescued by the gallantry of the brave young Corporal. CHAPTER XXVI. A PACKET OF LETTERS. YT will be remembered that the members of the ^ female Vehme-Gericht had dispersed after having deputed Lady Lavinia Gathercole to despatch a letter to the Duchess of Ribblesdale. This she accordingly did, and in fact for some time her Grace was positively overwhelmed with letters, which, along with their answers, are here inserted as nearly in due order as possible. The Palace. Dear Duchess of Ribblesdale, The more than maternal solicitude which your Grace has from the first exhibited towards the Last Importation into our hitherto A PACKET OF LETTERS. 227 eminently Proper Coterie, imposes on me the painful task of informing you that the Young Person in question is altogether unworthy of your countenance and regard. She was this day descried by two unimpeachable witnesses, as well as by the General Public , walking in the Eoyal Park of Bushey hand in hand with a Horse Soldier > and with his arm unblushingly placed around her waist. These Per- sons were afterwards seen embracing each other on the Public Turnpike, and in immediate propinquity to no less than Six Pleasure Vans, filled with a crowd of Londoners of both sexes. When I add that this revolting scene, which, for the credit of the Morality of our Common Nature, I trust was alto- gether unexampled in the annals of Brazen Effrontery, was ocularly witnessed by our friends Lady M‘Adain and Miss Helen Scheimes, your Grace, I feel sure, will appreciate the Extreme Gravity of the situation, and will not hesitate to pluck out the Viper which you have inadvertently cherished in your too- confiding bosom. I am, my dear Duchess, your Grace’s faithful servant, Lavinia Gathercole. P.S. — Such occurrences as these are indeed cal- culated to impress one with the conviction of the unregenerate condition of the Mass of Mankind . 228 EVELYN MANWARING. Scarcely had the Duchess had time to read the above precious epistle, when Gilray entered the room, and placed another letter in her hands. It ran as follows : — H. C. Barracks. My Dearest Mother, I am just starting for Town, but I cannot go without writing one line to tell you that I have made the most wonderful discovery in the world. That wonderful Sergeant Smith about whom everyone is talking is — who do you think ? Why, no other than my dear old schoolfellow and friend, Wilfred Manwaring, and the brother of our Miss Manwaring, or of your Miss Manwaring, as I ought rather to say. I had come here to call on Captain Parkhurst, and was waiting in his quarters, as he was out, when Serjeant Smith entered the room, and we met face to face. Further incognito was impossible, and I had the whole matter out with him. He is the noblest fellow. He met his sister only this very day, and they were made known to each other, but they do not wish the secret divulged, except to you, until the day after to-morrow, when they will have had time to hear from their old lawyer in the North. I got leave to tell you, for I know how fond you are A PACKET OF LETTERS. 229 of Miss Manwaring, and how glad you will be to hear I have found my friend. And now for another secret. Smith, or rather Manwaring, who is a Y. C. man — in fact, you saw him invested by the Queen yourself — is to be given his Commission, and I believe Colonel Hawkins, who commands his regiment, is to come over from Hounslow on Thursday to give it to him in person. I am so happy. Your most affectionate son, Frank. On the receipt of this letter, the Duchess imme- diately sat down and wrote the following note : — H. C., Tuesday. My dear Evelyn, Will you come over and see me this evening any time after nine, as I am very anxious to see you about a matter which concerns you nearly. Yours ever, Catharine E. and S. Ho sooner was this note despatched, than the following note from Evelyn was brought in to the Duchess : — 230 EVELYN MANWARING. My dear Duchess, Your great and constant kindness emboldens me to ask a favour at your hands. If you are alone this evening, may I come across and see you, as I have something of great importance to communicate ? I am your always grateful and affectionate Evelyn Manwaring. To this the Duchess sent an immediate line in return : — Dear E., — I shall expect you at nine. Our notes crossed. Yours, C. E. & S. Having sent off this note, the Duchess sat for some time buried in thought, and then she wrote the following: — Hampton Court, Tuesday Evening . Dear Lady Lavinia, I cannot say how grieved I was to receive your communication. I fear I shall be unable to see you until Thursday evening, when you and your friends, Lady M‘Adam and Miss Scheimes, have kindly promised to come to me. I am, truly yours, Catharine Eibblesdale & Scarswicke. A PACKET OF LETTERS. 231 The reference in this note was to a Reception, to which, according to her wont, the Duchess had already sent out cards of invitation to everyone who had apartments in the Palace. The Duchess’s epistolary labours, however, were not yet con- cluded. She had still another letter to write, which it will be necessary to lay before the reader. H. C., Tuesday Evening . My dearest Boy, I heartily congratulate you on the unlooked-for recovery of your noble young friend. It is really quite a romance, and I shall be anxious to make his acquaintance and learn all the particulars of his story. I have a little scheme in my head, and shall count on your assistance to carry it out. You must insist upon Mr. Manwaring coming to my reception on Thursday evening. Tell him that, when he arrives, he will be shown into the Book Boom, as I want to speak to him before I present him to the company, and that I shall expect him to appear in uniform , and to wear his Victoria Cross. I shall depend upon that He will meet his sister, who has just written to demand an interview with my Grace, and she is coming in after dinner, no doubt to tell me all the particulars which you have 232 EVELYN MANWARING. been cruel enough to forestall. And now, my dear son, I do beg you will try by all the means in your power to get Colonel Hawkins to come to me on Friday evening, and to bring the Commission with him. I want him to assist at a grand Tableau Vivant , and I don’t think he will refuse my par- ticular request and yours ; for though I have not seen him for years, he was under obligations to your father. Please come early yourself, for I want you to receive and make yourself agreeable to my guests, until such time as I choose to make my solemn entry. You see I am becoming a schemer in my old age. How I must go and get ready for dinner, which I sincerely hope I may be able to eat in peace, without receiving or having to answer any more letters. Your most loving mother, Catharine R. & S. CHAPTEK XXVII. THE DUCHESS’S GRAND TABLEAU YIVANT. numerous company which filled the Duchess’s * two drawing-rooms, in point of fact overflowed into the corridor, which, decorated with beautiful flowers, and having deep window recesses at inter- vals, formed a pleasant place either for walking up and down or for sitting in confidential corres- pondence. All, or nearly all the Palace folks were there, but there were three ladies who remarked with satisfaction that Miss Manwaring was absent, and Lady M‘Adam observed to Miss Scheimes that she thought that Lady Lavinia “ had settled that minx’s hash nicely.” Mr. fforester, the Chaplain, kept running about from group to group, and astonished friends and enemies alike by occasionally bursting out into fits of laughter without any Q 234 EVELYN MANWARING. apparent cause, and he steadily refused to give any rational account of his unwonted tendency to risi- bility. The young Duke was everywhere, and had a pleasant word for everyone. Colonel Hawkins, of the Fortieth Dragoons, who had arrived early, kept strutting up and down with a mysterious expression upon his bronzed countenance, and looked like a kind of military Sphynx ; while Captain Parkhurst and Lieutenant Grim wood, of the Hamp- ton Court troop, wore the expression of men who were quite able to astonish the natives, if only they wished to do so. To the amazement of all, however, the Duchess, who was usually punctuality itself, delayed making her appearance. At length, just when Lady M/Adam, in plum-coloured velvet, was remarking to Lady Lavinia, in yellow silk and black lace, and to Miss Scheimes, in amber satin, what “ a real satisfaction it was that no hussies were present,” an inner door was suddenly thrown open, and the Duchess, blazing in all the Eibblesdale Diamonds, and with the great Scarswicke Emerald hanging round her neck, entered the room, with one arm in that of Evelyn Manwaring, and with the other in that of a — Cavalry Soldier ! Lady M'Adam gave a violent start at this unlooked-for apparition ; Miss Scheimes turned the colour of her own dress, and THE DUCHESS'S GRAND TABLEAU VIVANT. 235 Lady Lavinia's shoulders almost went out of sight in the inmost recesses of her yellow silk. “ The woman must be mad !” whispered the pork- merchant's daughter. “ Or bad ?” said the diplomat’s sister, sotto voce . “ I think she's both," hissed Lady Lavinia ; “ it really is dreadful /" and so saying, the terrible shoulders oscillated like the humps of a Bactrian camel on a mountain march. But the Duchess, although she distinctly over- heard these complimentary remarks, looked no whit abashed, and took no notice of them whatsoever; but on the contrary, she advanced steadily onwards until she reached the upper end of the great drawing- room. Then, turning round and bowing to the company, she said in a clear, ringing tone, “ I trust, my friends, you will pardon my long absence, for I had some important arrangements to complete. Allow me now to introduce to you a gentleman upon whom, in the presence of many of you. Her Majesty was pleased personally to confer the Victoria Cross, the highest distinction it is in her power to bestow, in reward for his conspicuous gallantry upon the field of battle. In introducing Sergeant Wilfred Smith, with the fame of whose exploits all England is ringing, I have also to introduce a young gentle- 236 EVELYN MANWARING. man of ancient lineage, of great misfortunes nobly borne, and of stainless honour, Mr. Wilfred Man- waring of Holmcastle Manor, my son’s best and truest friend, and the brother of a young lady whose beauty, modesty, and sweet disposition have won for her a host of friends, and whose misfortunes and friendless condition ought to have protected her from the baseless calumnies of false and malicious tongues. Eibblesdale, my dear son, let me make over your friend to your care, and I beg you will make him personally acquainted with my guests.” In a moment the young Duke had seized Wilfred by the hand, which he wrung heartily, amidst a murmur of applause from the company. “ Now, your Grace, let me have my innings,” cried Colonel Hawkins, who looked as if he would have burst if what he had to say was bottled up any longer, and pushing through the crowd, he, in his turn, grasped Wilfred by the hand and thus addressed him: — “ Mr. Man waring, I wish to tell you that I have had my eye on you ever since you joined my regi- ment as a private, and I never knew you to commit an action unbecoming a soldier and a gentleman ; and I would say the same if you were plain Private Smith, instead of being a man of ancient family THE DUCHESS’S GRAND TABLEAU VIVANT. 237 and considerable fortune. For your conspicuous gallantry in the field, for which, as Colonel of the Regiment, I feel I personally owe you a debt of gratitude, you have already received the Victoria Cross from the hands of the Queen ; but I have now to inform you, that H.R.H. the General Commanding- in-Chief has felt it to be his duty, as it has been also his pleasure, to recommend you for further promotion, and I have now the satisfaction of putting into your hands your commission as Lieu- tenant in the army, and in place of Lieutenant Grimwood, who retires, in your own Regiment, to which you are a credit and an ornament. (‘ Hear, hear,’ from Captain Parkhurst.) I never had more pleasure in welcoming a young gentleman to our society than I have at this moment in welcoming you.” General applause followed this speech, under cover of which Lady M'Adam and her two satellites managed to escape from the Duchess’s apartments, which, it may be added, they never entered again. Having affectionately bidden good night to her kind hostess, Evelyn retired as early as possible, and was escorted to her rooms by her soldier brother. And there a new surprise overtook them, for who should they find awaiting their return but 238 EVELYN MANWARING. Mr. Elthorne and his daughter Mary, and Mr. Merivale. “ We came off at once unknown to each other/’ cried both the gentlemen at once, “ and we met at Preston Station, and here we are !” There they were indeed, and perhaps there never was such a shaking of hands as that which ensued. Such indeed was the excitement of the moment, that Mary Elthorne was kissed by the Lieutenant, and the same operation was performed by the Rector and Mr. Merivale upon Evelyn. In these greetings these good folks were all very happy, and if “ Kissing and crying kept company,” the kissing, pace Lady Lavinia, was very innocent, and the tears that were shed were tears of joy. In fact, the prophecy of old Biddy Maguire — which, truth to tell, had in the course of his wanderings more than once occurred to Wilfred’s mind — was fulfilled to the letter. It was long after twelve when the three men retired, the Lieutenant to the Barracks, where he found several of his old comrades sitting up to cheer him on his return, and the two other gentlemen to the Mitre, where they had already secured beds, and for that night Mary Elthorne shared the couch of her old friend Evelyn. THE DUCHESS’S GRAND TABLEAU VIVANT. 239 Next morning, before the men were dismissed from parade, Colonel Hawkins informed them of the elevation of their Sergeant and former comrade. Upon this arose a loud shout of joy, and Messrs. Elthorne and Merivale, coming in at the gate, beheld Wilfred seized by the men and carried in triumph round the barrack yard. Fresh shouts arose w T hen it transpired that Lieutenant Grimwood had resigned, on nomination to a staff appointment, and that Lieutenant Wilfred Manwaring would take his place, and remain among them. Wilfred accompanied his two friends to lunch with his sister, and after that social meal a great confabulation ensued upon matters of business. Mr. Merivale informed Wilfred that, immediately he had received the news of his discovery, he had telegraphed to all the tenants to pay their rents in future to him instead of to Mr. Potts ; and he told him that, as he was the undoubted owner of Holm- castle, it would probably be unnecessary for him to serve a notice to quit upon his cousin, who would most likely be glad enough to evacuate the place quietly, and that the more so, since the neighbouring gentry had so entirely ignored the existence of himself and family that they were thoroughly dis- gusted with the place. Mr. Tresham Potts had not 240 EVELYN MANWARING. executed his threat to make a grand clearance amongst the trees at Holmcastle, for the eminent landscape-gardener, whose services he had called in, had refused to have anything to do with the affair if that was insisted on. Potts had, indeed, done one good thing for the property. It had been discovered that coal of fine quality underlay the outlying farms near Ormskirk, in the farther part of the county, and negotiations were even then in progress to lease the mineral wealth of the soil to a company on advan- tageous terms. Mr. Merivale had already written to the company to stay the execution of the lease until the real owner’s pleasure was known, and he ended his narrative by congratulating Wilfred on the prospect of his becoming a very rich man, and by proposing to write a cheque for any sum which, under his altered circumstances, he might require for present and future use. CHAPTEP XXVIII. COMING OF AGE. (^tPITE of what he had previously expressed to ^ the contrary, Mr. Merivale thought it well to serve a formal notice to quit Holmcastle upon Mr. Tresham Potts, and he accompanied it with an offer to produce any evidence which might seem neces- sary as to the identity of Wilfred as the son of the late Squire. Potts was far too shrewd a lawyer to think even of disputing the matter, and prepared accordingly, with the idea of avoiding further expense, to evacuate the property from which he had obtained but little enjoyment ; although, by Wilfred's especial desire, he was entreated not to inconvenience himself by hurrying his departure, but to remain, should he so desire it, for three months upon the estate. Truth to tell, he was not 242 EVELYN MANWARING. surprised in his inmost soul at the turn matters had taken. Deep down in his coarse, sensual, and over- bearing nature there was a vein of superstition, and though over and over again he had chased the idea from his mind as ridiculous and impossible, he had never forgotten the conviction of Evelyn, that she had seen her brother's name in that place in the Family Tree of the Manwarings from which it had been erased by her father. When, shortly after his arrival at Holmcastle, his wife had been brought to bed of a son — when any new instance occurred of the contempt or dislike in which he was held by even his poorer neighbours — in fits of depression, after a bout of unusually hard drinking, the lawyer had been wont to unlock, examine, and re-examine the pedigree, and each time it w 7 as a positive relief to him to find the space which erewhile had contained the poor boy's name white and blank. He knew it could not be there, and yet he was relieved to find that it was not. His pride had been deeply mortified by the studied neglect of the surrounding gentry, who were justly incensed at his treatment of Evelyn, to call upon himself and his wife, and by their avoidance of him upon all public occasions; and he was enraged at the inde- pendence of manner and plain speaking of the COMING OF AGE. 243 tenantry and labourers, whom he in vain strove to intimidate by bluster and assumption. And now, when the day came for his departure from the Manor, a new mortification awaited him. Passing with his wife and daughters in two open carriages through the village street on the way to the station, he saw a large bonfire in an open space near the stocks, and, stopping to ascertain the cause, he beheld unmistakable effigies of himself and wife (with large red noses), and of his two eldest daughters (with red wigs), being committed to the flames amidst the uproarious applause of a large portion of the inhabitants. Under such untoward circumstances, a wise man would have gone on his way without appearing to take any notice; but lawyer Potts was not a wise man, although he was an angry one withal. Seeing, then, the village constable surveying the conflagration with a broad grin upon his somewhat stolid countenance, he stood up in the carriage, and, with a magisterial air, imperiously commanded that functionary to take two young men into custody who were assisting at the vicarious auto-da-fe , and whom he indicated by name. “ I don’t see as they’ve done nothing to be took up for,” said the constable, without moving ; “ they’s 244 EVELYN MANWARING. on’y amusing of themselves; and, to tell ’ee the truth, Master Potts, I don’t see as you’ve no cause to interfere yoursen, seeing as you don't belong to the Parish ; ” and then a loud and angry shout arose from the crowd, amidst which Mr. Potts, with a curse, ordered the coachman to drive on. On leaving the Manor, Mr. Potts returned to the house which he had formerly occupied in Clitheroe, which had remained vacant from the time of his accession to the property of Holmcastle; but the haughtiness and bullying attitude which he had displayed on his elevation to his former friends and clients at Clitheroe was remembered against him on his return, and, finding that he was no longer con- sulted on legal business, he retired to Manchester, where he took to hard drinking, and soon after died in a fit of delirium tremens . After Mr. Elthorne and Mr. Merivale had returned to Lancashire, Mary Elthorne remained at Hampton Court as the guest of Evelyn ; and the Duke, obtain- ing leave of absence, came to stay with his mother, in order to be near his friend; so the four young people were much together. It only wanted about three months to the day when Wilfred would come of age, and when the same important epoch in the Duke’s life would take place only a few days later. COMING OF AGE. 245 It was therefore agreed that the Duchess and her son should accompany Evelyn and her brother to Holm- castle, for the coming of age of the latter, and that the whole party should then proceed together to Ribblesdale Castle, where great festivities were pro- jected, to celebrate the Duke's taking possession of his estates. Wilfred soon began to find that his new position as a landowner was not without its troubles. One morning he received the following letter, which was but a specimen of many which he received within a short time of his being gazetted : — Holmcastle Rectory, Saturday Night . My Dear Wilfred, I am almost in despair, and I look to you alone to help me. I have a scare that there will be a severe outbreak of scarlet fever in Holm- castle, and I am afraid that you are the innocent cause thereof. As you read this, you will think, I know, that I want you to embark in some great drainage scheme, and perhaps to poison all Arrow Dale by the establishment of a Sewage Farm, as a work whereby to signalise your accession to power. In this, however, you are mistaken. The fact is, 246 EVELYN MAN WARING. that all the best young men and lads in the village, with Luke Hebblethwaite at their head, are mad to enlist in the army, in order that they may serve under “ the young Squire,” for so they all call you already. Only the louts and the ne'er-do-wells will remain behind, and agriculture and trade will be at a standstill. The fact is, my dear boy, you ought to leave the army, in which you have already gained the highest possible distinction and honour, for you are wanted at home, to fulfil the important duties which now devolve upon you as a landlord and country gentleman. Do pray, then, resign your commission, and come home for good. If your martial ardour should continue to burn hotly, you might join the N. L. Militia ; and, between ourselves, I happen to know that the Lord-Lieutenant is bent upon offering you the command of the North Lanca- shire Volunteers. Think over this, and make up your mind to come home and be of use. My wife joins me in kind love to yourself and Evelyn, and to our truant Mary, who seems never to intend to come home. I am, as always, your affectionate friend, Charles Elthorne. Wilfred showed this and other letters of like tenour to his sister, and she, secretly egged on by COMING OF AGE. 247 her friend Mary, took the same side with his correspondents. Wilfred had certainly no wish to leave the army, but little by little he began to waver, and at last resolvecf to take counsel on the subject with the young Duke of Ribblesdale. To his surprise, he found that the Duke was all in favour of his resignation. And then he heard that great pressure was being brought to bear upon the Duke also, to induce him to take a similar step. In this way, then, it came about, that after much dis- cussion, pro and con , the two friends agreed that it was their duty to turn their swords into plough- shares, to live among their own people, and to endeavour to do their duty as country gentlemen and county magnates. In a short time the same gazette announced that Her Majesty had been pleased to accept the resignation of their commis- sions by Captain His Grace the Duke of Ribbles- dale, and Lieutenant Wilfred Manwaring, Y.C. On the evening before his departure from Hampton Court, with the consent and approval of Captain Hawkins (who was himself present, and sang a remarkably good and much-applauded song), Wilfred gave a grand dinner to all the men of his troop in an ancient brew-house amongst the offices of the Palace, which was lent by the authorities, and gorgeously 248 EVELYN MANWARING. decorated for the occasion. This banquet went off merrily enough, but the Lieutenant was affected almost to tears when the troopers, at its close, presented him with a beautiful gun, purchased by much self-denial on their part, as a parting gift to the comrade they had loved, and the officer whom they had honoured. The following morning the party left for the North. When they reached the station of Oswalds- haugh, which was the nearest to Holmcastle, they found themselves in the midst of the greatest excite- ment. The station yard was crammed with carriages full of ladies — and those who know North Lancashire the best, will best imagine how lovely many of those ladies were — all anxious to see the Victoria Cross man and hero of Candahar. With them were a goodly number of country gentlemen, mostly on horseback, and at their head the old white-haired Lord Lieutenant, the Earl of Grangemouth, and there was not a yeoman or farmer in all Arrow Dale who was not there, each bestriding his stout nag. The Clitheroe Volunteers, too, were present in force, and were supposed to be drawn up in line ; but when Wilfred, who, sorely against his will, and only in accordance with the commands of the Duchess and the entreaties of his sister, wore his COMING OF AGE. 249 uniform and Victoria Cross, appeared with his sister outside the station, they broke their ranks, and hustled and bustled, and roared and shouted, and committed every possible breach of military decorum and decency. And then it turned out that the Railway Company, knowing the taste of North- countrymen for an aout , had run an excursion train from Preston up to Oswaldshaugh, full of fine working-men, who wished to see the arrival of “ the Lancashire Hero,” and among them was a young fellow, in bandsman’s military uniform, who was shouting at the top of his voice, with an old, white- haired, widowed mother clinging to him, who cried for joy as if her old heart would break entirely. And in this brave lad Wilfred recognised the young trumpeter in whose behalf he had erewhile, amidst the Hima- layan mountains, thrashed the bully, Corporal Tozer. The lad was indeed a native of Preston, and, being home on furlough, had come up with his old mother to see and welcome his protector. In short, The Preston Guardian declared Wilfred’s reception to be “ a magnificent Ovation but the worthy reporter might have used a stronger and (in the absence of a shower of rotten eggs) more correct expression, for in truth it was a perfect triumph. It was long before the carriage which contained R 250 EVELYN MANWARING. the Duchess of Eibblesdale and Evelyn, and the young Duke and Wilfred, was allowed to depart ; and the Lord Lieutenant — who, as a near neighbour and old friend of the family, insisted on riding beside it, and who was a peer of over seventy, and a widower — lost his heart completely to the fair young girl. When the cavalcade reached the bridge of Holm- castle, there were seen two triumphal arches. One of these was surmounted by an object remotely resembling a Catharine wheel, beneath which, without strict regard to grammatical propriety, was inscribed, “ Welcome to our Lancashire Hero and Victoria Cross,” and the other bore the legend, “ Long live the Lovely Lily of our Dale.” And there the villagers were assembled, young and old, some cheering, others — for they remembered the sweet disposition and true brotherhood of the young Squire — crying for very joy. And when at length they reached the Manor, they were met by a host of old friends. The good Eector himself was the first to open the carriage door, and the first person to greet Wilfred was Mary Elthorne, who had been at home for about a fortnight, looking brighter and fresher than ever, and wearing the most ravishing of summer hats. You may be sure Mr. Merivale was COMING OF AGE. 251 not absent, and it was old Pinfold who, trembling with emotion, conducted the lord of the Manor and his guests into his own house and home. The Eector and Mr. Merivale, who had managed every- thing, had found out and disinterred the faithful old man from a back street in Manchester, where he had betaken himself upon the arrival of Mr. Tresham Potts at the Manor. CHAPTER XXIX. “ all’s well that ends well.” 1 0JHEX the festivities at Holmcastle were over — ** they lasted three days, and will long he remembered in the lovely Dale of the Arrow — Wilfred and Evelyn, as had been previously arranged, went on with the Duchess of Ribblesdale and her son, in order to be present at the still grander fetes which were to celebrate the coming of age of the latter. The previous day, there was a grand picnic up the Dale to the Old Maen of Stanwick. It was on that occasion that the young Duke, following Evelyn, who had expressed a wish once more to stand on the peak of Stanwick Edge, put into practice the resolu- tion he had formed erewhile in the railway carriage on his way from Hampton Court to London, viz.. all’s well that ends well . 3 253 to make an offer of marriage to the beautiful sister of his friend. It boots not to tell the precise words in which the young man couched his proposal, but it is needful to record that the young lady’s answer was monosyllabic, and in the affirmative. And then, after a few minutes, during which her lover had held her in his arms, the young girl murmured, “ But oh ! what will the Duchess think of me ?” “ She would have been broken-hearted if your answer had been any other than what it was,” said the young man, “ and I shall take you to her the moment we get home, for I know that the dearest wish of her heart is to call you f daughter.’ ” “Thank God,” cried the Duchess, as she affec- tionately embraced the blushing girl; “and I may now confess that, from the first moment I saw you, I destined you for my son. It is not often that a match-making old mother is so entirely happy as I am at this moment.” Love-making is well known to be more catching (and often far more dangerous) than measles or scarlet-fever, and that perhaps is the reason why, upon the self-same afternoon, Wilfred, not to be behind his friend, proposed to and was accepted by pretty Mary Elthorne, whom he had known and loved from childhood upwards, and who had all the 254 EVELYN MANWARING. qualifications of person and disposition which would render the most fastidious of men happy. By the Duchess’s special desire, the Rector of Holmcastle, with his wife, now happily restored to health, and his affianced daughter, accompanied the rest of the party to Ribblesdale. The secret of the Duke’s engagement had been well kept ; but when, on the evening of the day of his coming of age, Evelyn Manwaring entered the state ballroom of Ribblesdale Castle between the Duchess and ' her son, and in a perfect blaze of diamonds, then the County came to know that the wide lands and ancient Castle of Ribblesdale would have a worthy mistress as well as a noble master. The Duchess {Dowager, as she would thenceforward be rightly called) had that morning made over to her daughter-in-law elect the whole of the superb Rib- blesdale Diamonds, and henceforward she appeared wearing the great Scarswicke Emerald alone. Arrangements were made to hasten on both mar- riages, and in little more than a month the news- papers announced that the Lord Bishop of Carlisle, assisted by the Reverend Charles Elthorne, Rector of Holmcastle, and the Reverend Peter Butterthwaite, Vicar of Ribblesdale-cum-Wappenshaw, had united both couples in Ribblesdale Church in the bonds of all’s well that ends well.” 255 Holy Matrimony. His Grace of York, whose taste for aristocratic celebrations of a matrimonial kind is well known, would have been glad to officiate himself — but he was not asked. Wilfred, who, as Mr. Elthorne had predicted, was speedily appointed to the command of the North Lancashire Volunteers, at once took up his abode at Holmcastle, which, assisted by his wife’s cultivated taste, he is gradually beautifying — for, thanks to the coal discovered under his farms near Ormskirk, he is now a rich man. There is no more popular a couple in all Lancashire than Mr. and Mrs. Wilfred Man- waring. The good Duchess Dowager, resisting all the entreaties of her son and daughter to take up her abode with them at Ribblesdale, now, thanks to her wise administration during her son’s minority, happily freed from all encumbrances, remains at Hampton Court ; but the reigning Duchess has resigned her apartments in that ancient Palace, having, as mistress of Ribblesdale, no longer any need to occupy them. During a flying visit to Town, in endeavouring to cross Regent Street, Wilfred was cannoned against by another foot-passenger, in whom he was glad to recognise his kind friend, Mr. Caleb Lomax, of San 256 EVELYN MANWARING. Francisco, who was then staying at the Northumber- land Hotel with his wife and family. These worthy people accepted Wilfred's cordial invitation that they should visit him in the North ; and when the visit to Holmcastle came to an end, they went on to visit the Duke and Duchess of Kibblesdale. It was the latter distinguished lady who presented Mrs. Caleb Lomax, Miss Lomax, Miss Olivia and Miss Aurelia Lomax, of the United States, to Her Most Gracious Majesty- — a fact which you may be sure was duly recorded, with full particulars of the very handsome and becoming dresses they wore upon the occasion, in the San Francisco Dailies. In a cheerful room, in a snug almshouse overlook- ing the busy Mersey, an aged woman may be seen, thankfully passing a serene and peaceful old age, and awaiting her summons to another and less weary world. This is no other than old Biddy Maguire, and she owes her comfortable retreat to the influence of the young Squire of Holmcastle, who never forgot the blessing she had erewhile invoked upon his head in his hour of trial and disgrace, and who feels that his present prosperity may be in some degree owing to the prayers she offered up in his behalf. Marcus Ward & Co., Royal Ulster Works, Belfast. /