THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES "'iSSi.fi'M vtT-«~. .._ THE DAY WILL COME. iluj) Ai^ttl>i THE DAY WILL COME. 3. md. EY THE AUTHOR OF "LADY AUDLEY'S SECEET," "VIXEN/ "MOHAWKS," &c., &c., &a. i»tcicoti)pctJ iitJlttOlT, LONDON : SIMPKIN, MARSHALL, HAMILTON, KENT & CO., LIMITED, STATIONERS' HALL COURT. 1890. [All rights reserved] LONDON' : PRINTKD BY WILLIAiM CLOWES AND SONS, LIMITED, bTA.MFOKD STREET AND CHARING CROSS. PR THE DAY WILL COME. CHAPTEIi I. " Farewell, too — now at last— i'"arcwell, fair lily." The ]'o5'-bells clashed out upon the clear, bright air, stjirtUng the rooks in the elm-trees that showed their leafy tops above the grey gables of the old church. The bells broke out wth sudden jubila- tion ; sudden, albeit the village had been on the alert for that very Bound all the summer afternoon, uncertain as to when the signal for that joy peal might be given. The signal had come now, given by the telegraph wires to the old postmistress, and sent on to the expectant ringers in the churcii tower. The young couple had arrived at Wareham station, live miles off; and four horses were bringing them to their honeymoon home yonder amidst the old woods of Cheriton Chase. Cheriton village had been on tiptoe witli expectance' ever since lour o'clock, althoTigh common sense ought to have informed the villagers that a bride and bridegroom who were to be married at two o'clock in Westminster Abbey were not very likely to appear at Cheriton early in the afternoon. But the vUlage having made up its mind to a half-holiday was glad to begin early. A little knot of gipsies from the last race-meeting in tlie neighbourhood had improved the occasion and set up the friendly and familiar image of Aunt Sally on the green in front of the Eagle Inn ; while a rival estabhshment had started a pictorial shooting-gallery, with a rubi- cund giant's face and wide-open mouth, grmning at the populace across a barrel of Barcelona nuts. There are some peo])le who might think Ciieriton village and Cheriton Chase too remote from the busy world and its traffic to be subject to strong emotions of any kind. Yet even in this region of Purbeck, cut oil" from the rest of England by a winding river, and ostentatiously calling itself an island, there were eager interests and warm feelings, and many a link wth the great world of men and women on the other side of the stream. 2 The Day will come. Cheriton Chase was one of the finest places in the cor.nty of Dorset. It lay south of Wareham, between Corfe Castle and Branksea Island, and in the midst of scenery which has a peculiar charm of its own, a curious blending of level pasture and steep hillside, barren heath and fertile water-meadow ; here a Dutch landscape, grazing cattle, and winding stream ; there a suggestion of some lonely Scottish deer- walk ; an endless variety of outhne ; and yonder on the steep hilltop the grim stone walls and mouldering bastions of Corfe Castle, standing dark and stern against the blue fair-weather sky or boldly confronting tlie force of the tempest. Cheriton House was almost as old as Corfe in the estimation of some of the country people. Its history went back into the night of ages. But while the Castle had suffered siege and battery by Cromwell's ruthless cannon, and had been left to stand as that arch- destroyer left it, until only the outer walls of the mighty fabric remained, with a tower or two, and the mullions of one great ■window standing up above the rest, the mere skeleton of the gigantic pile, Cheriton House had been cared for and added to century after century, so that it presented now a picturesque blending of old and new, in wMch almost eveiy corridor and every room was a surprise to the stranger. Never had Cheriton been better cared for than by its present owner, nor had Cheriton village owned a more beneficent lord of the manor. And yet Lord Cheriton was an alien and a stranger to the soil, and that kind of person whom rustics mostly are inclined to look down upon — a self-made man. The present master of Cheriton was a man who owed wealth and distinction to his own talents. He had been raised to the peerage about fifteen years before tiiis day of clashing joy-bells and village rejoicings. He had been owner of the Cheriton estate for more than twenty years, having bought the property on the death of the last squire, and at a time of unusual depression. He was popidarly supposed to have got the estate for an old song ; but the old song meant something between seventy and eighty thousand pounds, and represented the bidk of his ^^^fe's fortune. He had not been aft-aid BO to swamp his wife's dowry, for he was at this time one of the most popular silk gowns at the equity Bar. He was making four or five thousand a year, and he was strong in the belief in his power to rise higher. The purchase, prompted by ambition, and a desire to take his place among the landed gentry, had turned out a very lucky one from a financial point of view, for a stone quarry that had been unworked for more than a century was speedily developed by the new owner of the soil, and became a source of income which enabled him to improve mansion-house and farms without em- barrassment. Under Mr. Dalbrook's improving hand, the Cheriton estate, which The Day zvill come. 3 had been gradually sinking to decay in the occupation of an exhausted race, became as perfect as human ingenuity, combined with judicious outlay, can make any estate. The falcon eye of the master was on all things. The famous advocate's only idea of a hoHday was to work his hardest in the supervision of his Dorsetshire property. lie thought of Cheriton many a time in the law courts, as Fox used to think of St. Aime's and his turnips amidst the debauchery of a long night's card-playing, or in the whirl of a stormy debate. Purbcck might have been the motto and password of his life. He was born at Dorcliester, the son of humble shopkeeping parents, and was educated at the quaint old stone grammar school in that good old town. All his happiest hours of boyhood had been spent in tlie Isle of Purbcck. Those v/atery meadows and breezy commons and break-neck hills had been his playground ; and when he went back to them as a hard-headed, overworked man of the world, made arrogant from the magnitude of a success which had never known check or retrogression, the fountains of his heart were unlocked by the very atmosphere of that fertile land where the salt breath of the sea came tempered by the balmy perfume of the heather, the odour of hedgerow flowers, rosemary, and thyme. At Cheriton James Dalbrook imbent, forgot that he was a great man, and remembered only that his lot was cast in a pleasant place, and that he had the most lovable of wives and the loveliest of daughters. His daughter had been born at Cheriton, had known no other country home, and had never considered the first-floor flat in Victoria Street where: her father and mother spent the London season, and where her father had his incd-d-terre all the year round, in the light of a home. His daughter, Juanita, was the eldest of three children born in the old manor house. The two younger, both sons, died in infancy ; and it seemed to James Dalbrook that there was a blight upon his ofl'spring, such a blight as that which withered the male children of Henry of England and Catherine of Arragon. INIuch had been given to him. He had been allowed to make name and fortune, he whose sole heritage was a little crockery shop in a second-rate street of Dorchester. He had cnjo3^ed the lordship of broad acres, the honours and position of a rural squire ; but he was not to be allowed that crowning glory for which strong men yearn. He was not to bo the first of a long Hne of Barons Cheriton of Cheriton. After the giief and disappointment of those two deaths — first of an infant of a few weeks old, and afterwards of a lovely child of two years — James Dalbrook hardened his heart for a little while against the fair young sister who survived them. She could not perpetuate that barony which was the crown of his greatness ; or if by special grace her father's title might bo in after-days bestowed upon tho husband of her choice — wlaich in the event of her marrying judi- 4 The Day will come. ciously and marrying wealth, might not be impracticable — it would be an alien to his race who would bear the title which he, James Dalbrook, had created. He had so longed for a son, and behold two had been given to him, and upon both the blight had fallen. When people praised his daughter's childish loveliness he shook his head despondent!}'', thinking that she too would be taken, like her brothers, before ever the bud became a flower. His heart sickened at thought of this contingency, and of his heir-at-law in the event of his dying childless, a first cousin, clerk in an auctioneer's office at Weymouth, a sandy-haired freckled youth, without an aspirate, with a fixed idea that he was an authority upon dress, style, and billiards, an insupportable young man under any conditions, but hateful to murderousness as one's next heir. To think of that freckled snob strutting about the estate in years to come, blinking with his white eyelashes at those things which had been so dear to the dead ! His wife, to whom he owed the estate, had no relations nearer or dearer to her than the freckled auctioneer was to her husband. There remained for them both to work out their plans for the dis- posal of that estate and fortune which was their own to deal with as they pleased. Already James Dalbrook had dim notions of a Dalbrook Scholarship Fund, in which future barristers should have their long years of waiting upon fortime made easier "o them, and for which they should bless the memory of the famous advocate. Happily those brooding fears were not realized; this time the bud was not blighted, the tlower carried no canker in its heart, but opened its petals to the morning of life, a strong bright blossom, revelling in sun and shower, wind and spray. Juanita grew from babyhood to girlhood with hardly an illness, save the regulation childish complaints, which touched her as hghtly as a butterfly's wing touches the flowers. Her mother was of Spanish extraction, the granddaughter of a Cadiz merchant, who had failed in the wine trade and had left his tions and daughters to carve their own way to fortune. Her father had gone to San Francisco at the beginning of the gold fever, had been one of the first to understand the safest way to take advantage of the situation, and had started a wine-shop and hotel, out of which lie made a splendid fortune within fifteen years. He acquired wealth in good time to send his two daughters to Paris for their education, and by the time they were grown up he was rich enough to retire from business, and was able to dispose of his hotel and wine-store for a sura which made a considerable addition to his capital. He established himself in a brand-new first-floor in one of the avenues of the Bois de Boulogne, a rich widower, more of an American than a Spaniard after his long exile, and he launched his two handsome daughters in Franco-American society. From Paris they went to London, and were well received in that upper middle-^ The Day will come. 5 class circle in wliich wealth can generally command a welcome, and in which a famous barrister, like Mr. Dalbrook, ranks as a star of the first magnitude. James Dalbrook was then at the apogee of his Buccess, a large handsome man on the right side of his fortieth birth- day. He was not by any means the kind of man who would seem a Hkely suitor for a beautiful girl of three and twenty; but it happened that his heavily handsome face and commanding manner, his deep, strong voice and brilliant conversation possessed just the charm that could subjugate Maria Morales' fancy. His conquest came upon him as a bewildering surprise, and nothing could be further from his thoughts than a mamage with the Spaniard's daughter; and yet within six weeks of their first meeting at a Royal Academy soirde in the shabby old rooms in Trafalgar Square, Mr. Dalbrook and !Miss IMorales were engaged, with the full consent of her father, who declared himself willing to give his daughter forty thousand pounds, strictly settled upon herself, for her dowry, but who readily doubled that sum when his future son-in-law revealed his desire to become owner of Cheriton, and to found a family. For Buch a laudable purpose Mr. ^loralcs was willing to make sacrifices ; more especially as Maria's elder sister had offended him by marry- ing without his consent, an offence which was only cancelled by her untimely death soon after her marriage. Juanita was only three years old when her father was raised to the bench, and she was not more than six when he was ofiered a peerage, which he accepted promptly, very glad to exchange the name of Dalbrook — still extant over "the old shop-window in Dor- chester, though the old shopkeepers were at rest in the cemetery outside the town — for the title of Baron Cheriton. As Lord Cheriton James Dalbrook linked himself indissolubly with the lands which his wife's money had bought — money made in a 'Frisco ■«nnc-shop for the most part. Happily, however, few of Lord Cheriton's friends were aware of that fiict. Morales had traded under an assumed name in the miners' city, and had only resumed his patronymic on retiring from the bar and the wine-vaults. It will be seen, therefore, that Juanita could not boast of aristo- cratic lineage upon either side. Her beauty and grace, her lofty carriage and high-l)red air, were spontaneous as the beauty of a wild flower upon one of those furzy knolls over wliich her young feet had bounded in many a girlish race with her dogs or her chosen com- panion of the hour. She looked like the daughter of a duke, although one of her grandfathers had sold pots and pans, and tlio other had kept order, with a bowie-knife and a revolver in his belt, over the humours of a 'Frisco tavern, in the days when the city was Btill in its rough and tumble infancy, fierce as a bull-pup. Her father, who, as the years went on, worshipped this only child of his, never forgot that she lacked that one sovereign advantage of good birth and highly placed kindred ; and thus it was that from her 6 The Day will come. childhood he had been on the watch for some alliance which should give her these advantages. The opportunity had soon offered itself. Among his Dorsetshu-e neighbom-s one of the most distinguished was Sir Godfrey Carmichael, a man of old family and good estate, highly cormected on the maternal side, and well comiected all round, and married to tlie daughter of an Irish peer. Sir Godfrey showed himself friendly from the hour of Mr. Dalbrook's advent iu the neighbourhood. Ho declared himself delighted to welcome new blood when it came in the person of a man of talent and power. Lady Jane Carmichael was equally pleased with James Dalbrook's gentle wife. The friend- ship thus begun never knew any interruption till it ended suddenly in a ploughed field between Wareham and Wim])oinne, where Sir Godfrey's horse blundered at a fence, fell, and rolled over his rider, ten years after Juanita's birth. There were two daughters and a son, considerably their junior, Avlio succeeded his father at the age of fifteen, and who had been Juanita's playfellow ever since she could run alone. The two fathers had talked together of the possibilities of the future while their children were playing tennis on the lawn at Cheriton, or gathering blackberries on the common. Sir Godfrey was enough a man of the world to rejoice in the idea of kis son's marriage ^\^tll the heiress of Cheriton, albeit he knew tliat the httle dark-eyed girl, with the tall slim figure and graceful movements, liad no place among the salt of the earth. His own estate was a poor thing compared with Cheriton and the Cheriton stone-quarries ; and he knew that Dalbrook's professional earnings had accumulated into a very respectable fortune invested in stocks and shares of the soundest quality. Altogether his son could hardly do better than continue to attach himself to that dark-eyed child as he was attach- ing himself now in his first year at Eton, riding his pony over to Cheriton every non-hunting day, and ministering to her childish caprices in all things. The two mothers had talked of the future with more detail and more assurance than the fathers, as men of the world, had ventm'ed upon. Lady Cheriton was in love with her httle girl's boyish admirer. His frank, handsome face, open-hearted manner, and undeniable pluck realized her ideal of high-bred youth. His mother was the daughter of an earl, his gi'andmother was the niece of a duke. He had the right to call an existing duke his cousin. These things counted for much in the mind of the storekeeper's daughter. Her experience at a fashionable Parisian convent had taught her to worship rank ; her experience of English middle-class society had not eradicated that wealmess. And then she saw that this fine, frank lad was devoted to her daughter with all a boy's ardent feeling for his first sweetheart. The years went on, and young Godfrey Carmichael and Juanita The Day zuill come. 7 Dalbrook were sweethearts still — sweetheartg always — sweethearts when ho was at Eton, sweethearts when ho was at Oxford, sweet- hearts in union, and sweethearts in absence, neither of them ever imagining any other love ; and now, in the westering sunlight of this July evening, the bells of Cheriton Church were ringing a joj'- peal to celebrate their wedded loves, and the little street was gay with floral archways and bright-coloured bunting, and mottoes of welcome and gi-eeting, and Lady Chcriton's barouche was bring- ing the bride and bridegroom to their first honeymoon dinner, as fast as fom- horses could trot along the level road from quiet little Wareham. By a curious fancy Juanita had elected to spend her honeyrooon in that one house of which she ought to have been most wearj', the good old house in which she had been bom, and where all her days of courtship, a ten years' courtship, had been spent. In vain had the fairest scenes of Europe been suggested to her. She had travelled enough to be indifferent to mountains and lakes, glaciers and fjords. "I have seen just enough to know that there is no place like home," she said, with her pretty air of authority. " I won't have a honeymoon at all if I can't have it at Cheriton. I want to feel what it is like to have you all to mj'sclf in my own place, Godfrey, among all the things I love. I shall feel like a queen with a slave ; I shall feel like Delilah with Samson. When you are quite tired of Cheriton — and subjection, you shall take me to the Priory; and once there you shall be master and I will be slave." " Sweet mastership, tyrannous slavcrj''," he answered, laughing. " ]\Iy darling, Cheriton will suit me better than any other place in the world for my honejinoon, for I shall be near my future electors, and shall be able to study tlic pohtical situation in all its bearings upon — the Isle of Purbeck." Sir Godfrey was to stand for his division of the county in the election that was looming in the distance of the late autumn. Ho was very confident of success, as a young man might be who camo of a time-honoured race, and knew himself popular in the district, armed with all the newest ideas, too, full to the brim of the most modern intelligence, a brilliant debater at Oxford, a favourite every- where. Ilis marriage would increase his popularity and strengthen his position, with the latent power of that larger wealth which must needs be his in the future. The sun was shining in golden glory upon grey stone roofs and grey stone walls, clothed with rose and honeysuckle, clematis and trumpet ash, — upon the village forge, where there had been no work done since the morning, where the fire was out, and the men Avero lounging at door and window in their Sunday clothes, — upon tho three or four village shops, and tho two village inns, the humblo little house of call opposite the forge, with its queer old sign, " Live 8 The Day will come. and Let Live," and the good old " George Hotel," with sprawling, dilapidated stables and spacious yard, where the mail-coach used to stop in the days that were gone. There was a floral arch between the little tavern and the forge — a floral display along the low rustic front of the butcher's shop — and the cottage post-office was converted into a bower. There were calico mottoes flapping across the road — " Welcome to the Bride and Bridegroom," " God Bless Them Both," " Long Life and Ilapj)i- ness," and other fond and hearty phrases of time-honoured familiarity. But those clashing bells, with their sound of tumultuous gladness, a joy that clamoured to the blue skies above and the woods below, and out to the very sea yonder, in its loud exuberance, those and the smiling faces of the villagers were the best of all welcomes. There were gentlefolks among the crowd — a string of pony carts and carriages drawn up on the long slip of waste grass beyond the forge, just where the road turned off to Cheriton Chase ; and there were two or three horsemen, one a young man upon a fine bay cob, who had been walking his horse about restlessly for the last hour or BO, sometimes riding half a mile towards the station in his impatience. The carriage came towards the turning-point, tlie bride bowing and smiling as she returned the greetings of gentle and simple. Emotion had paled the delicate oHve of her complexion, but her large dark eyes were bright with gladness. Her straw-coloured tussore gown and leghorn hat were the perfection of simolicity, and seemed to surround her with an atmosphere of coolness amidst the dust and glare of the road. At sight of the young man on the bay cob, she put her hand on Sir Godfrey's arm and said something to him, on which he told the coachman to stop. They had driven slowly through the village, and the horses pulled up readily at the turn of the road. " Only to think of your coming so far to greet us, Theodore ! " said Juanita, leaning out of the carriage to shake hands with the owner of the cob. " I wanted to be among the first to welcome you, that was all," he answered quiet]}^ " I had half a mind to ride to the station and be ready to hand you into your carriage, but I thought Sir Godfrey might think me a nuisance." " No fear of tliat, my dear Dalbrook," said the bridegroom. " I should have been very glad to see you. Did you ride all the way from Dorchester ? " " Yes ; I came over earlj'' in the morning, breakfasted with a friend, rested the cob all day, and now he is ready to carry me home again." " What devotion 1 " said Juanita, laughingly, yet with a shade of embarrassment. "What good exercise for Peter, you mean. Keeps liim in con- dition against the cubbing begins. God bless you, Juanita. I can't The Day will come. 9 flo better than echo the invocation above our heads, ' God bless the bride and bridegi'oom.' " lie shook hands with them botli for the second time. A faint glow of crimson swept over his frank fair face as he clasped those hands. His honest grey eyes looked at his cousin for a moment with grave tenderness, in which there was the shadow of a life-long regret. He had loved and wooed her, and resigned her to her more favoured lover, and he was honest in his desire for her happiness. His own gladness, his own life, seemed to him of small account when weighed against her well-being. " Yon must come and dine with us before we leave Cheriton, Dalbrook," said Sir Godfrey. " You are very good. I am off to Heidelberg for a holiday as poon as I can wind up my office work. I will offer myself to you later on, if I may, when you are settled at the Priory." " Come when you like. Good-bye." The carriage turned the corner. The crowd burst into a cheer : one, two, three, and then another one : and then three more cheers louder than the first three, and the horses were ou the verge of bolting for the rest of the way to Cheriton. Theodore Dalbrook rode slowly away from the village festivities, rode away from the clang of the joy-bells, and the sound of rustic triple bob majors. It would be night before he reached Dorchester ; but there was a moon, and he loiew every yard of high road, every grassy ride across the wide barren heath between Cheriton and the old Roman city. He knew the road and he knew his horse, which was as good of its kind as there was to be found in the county of Dorset. He was not a rich man, and he had to work hard for his living, but he was the son of a well-to-do father, and he never stinted the price of the horse that carried him, and which was something more to Theodore Dalbrook than most men's horses are to them. It was his own familiar friend, companion, and solace. A man might have understood as much only to see him lean over the cob's neck, and pat him, as he did to-night, riding slowly up the hill that leads from Cheriton to the wild ridge of heath above Branksea Island. Theodore Dalbrook, junior partner in the firm of Dalbrook & Son, Cornhill, Dorchester, was a more distant relative of Juanita's than the sandy first-cousin in the auctioneer's office whom Lord Cheriton had once hated as the only alternative to a charitable endowment. The sandy youth was the only son of Lord Cheriton'a elder brother, long since dead. Theodore was the grandson of a certain Matthew Dalbrook, a second cousin of Lord Clieriton's. and once upon a time the wealthiest and most important member of the Dalbrook family. The humble-minded couple in the crockery shop had looked up to Matthew Dalbrook, solicitor, with a handsome old house in Cornhill, a smart gig, a stud of three fine horses, and half lo The Day will come. the county people for his clients. To the plain folks behind the counter, who dined at one and supped on cold meat and pickles and Dutch cheese at nine of the clock, Mr. Dalbrook, the lawyer, was a great man. They were moved by his condescension when he dropped in to the five-o'clock tea, and talked over old family reminiscences, the farmhouse on the Weymouth Road, which was the cradle of their race, and where they had all known good days while the old people were alive, and while the homestead was a family rendezvous. That he should deign to take tea and water-cresses in the little parlour behind the shop, he who had a drawiBg-room almost as big as a church, and a man-servant in plain clothes to wait upon him at his six-o'clock dinner, was a touching act of humility in their eyes. When their younger boy brought home prizes and certificates of all kinds from the grammar school, it was from Matthew they sought advice, modestly, and with the apprehension of being deemed over- ambitious. " I'm afraid he's too much of a scholar for the business," said the mother, shyly, lookiBg fondly at her tall, overgrovvTi son, pallid with rapid growth and ovennuch Greek and Latin. " Of com'se he is ; that boy is too good to sell pots and pans. You must send him to the University, Jim." Jim, the father, looked despondently at James, the son. The University meant something a^vful in the crockeiy merchant's mind : a vast expenditure of money; dreadfiU hazards to rehgion and morals; friendships with dukes and marquises, whose influence would alienate the boy from his parents, and render him scornful of the snug back-parlour, with his grandfather's portrait over the mantel-piece, painted in oils by a gifted towTisman, who had once had a picture very nearly hung in the Royal Academy. " I couldn't afford to send him to college," he said. " Oh, but you must afford it. I must help you, if you and Sarah liaven't got enough in an old stocking anywhere — as I dare say you liave. My boys are at the University, and they didn't do half as well at the grammar school as your boy has done. He must go to Cambridge, he must be entered at Trinity Hall, and if he works hard and keeps steady he needn't cost you a fortune. You would work, eh, James ? " " Wouldn't I just, that's all," James replied with emphasis. His heart had sickened at the prospect of the crockery business : the consignments of pots and pans ; the returned empties, invoices, quarterly accounts, matchings, rivetings, dust, straw, dirt, and degra- dation. He could not see the nobility of labour in that dusty shop, below the level of the pavement, amid ewers and basins, teacups and beer jugs, sherries and ports. But to work in the University — hard by tliat great college where Bacon had worked, and Newton, and a host of the mighty dead, and where Whewell, a self-made man, was still head — to work among the sons of gentlemen, and The Day will come. 1 1 with a view to the profession of a gentleman, — ilvat would be labour for which to live ; fur which to die, if need be. " If — if mother and me were to strain a p'int," mused the crockery man, who was better able to aflbrd the University for his son than many a i^cntlcman of Dorset whose boj^s had to be sent there, willy nilly, " if mother and me that have worked so hard for our money was willing to spend a goodish bit of it upon sending him to college, what are we to do with him after we've made a fine gentleman of him ? That's where it is, you see, Mat." " You are not going to make a fine gentleman of him. God forbid. If he does well at Cambridge, you can make a lawyer of him. Trinity Hall is the nursery of lawyers. You can article him to me ; and look you here, Jim, if I don't have to help yon pay for his education, I'll give him his articles. There, now, what do you say to that? " The oiler was pronounced a generous one, and worthy of a blood relation ; but James Dalbrook never took advantage of his kinsman's kindness. His University career was as successful as his progress at the quaint stone grammar school, and his college friends, who were neither dukes nor marquises, but fairly sensible yoimg men, all advised liim to apply himself to the higher branch of the law. So James Ualbrook, of Trinity Hall, ate his dinners at the Temple during his last year of undergraduate life, came out seventh \vi-angler, was called to the Bar, and in due course wore crimson, velvet, and ermine, and became Lord Choriton, a man whose _gi-eatness in some- wise overshadowed the small provincial dignity of the house of Matthew Ualbrook, erstwhile head of the family. The Dalbrooks, of Dorchester, had gone upon their way quietly, thriving, respected, but iu no wise distinguished. Matthew, jimior, bad succeeded his father, Matthew, senior, and the firm in Comliill had been Dalbrook & Son for more than thirty years; and now Theodore, the eldest of a family of five, was Son, and his grand- father, the founder of the firm, was sleeping the sleep of the just in the cemetery outside Dorcliester. Lord Chcriton was too wise a man to forget old obligations or to avoid his kindred. There was nothing to be ashamed of in his connection with a thoroughly reputable firm like Dalbrook & Son. They might be provincial, but their name was a sjmonym for honour and honesty. They had taken as firm root in the land as the county families whoso title-deeds and leases, wills and codicils they kept. They were well-bred, well-educated, God-fearing people, ■with no struggling ambitions, no morbid craving to get upon a higher social level than the status to which their professional f)Osition and their means entitled them. They rode and drove good lorses, kept good servants, lived in a good house, visited among the county people with moderation, but they made no pretensions to being "smart." They oflered no sacrifices of fortune or self-respect to the modern Moloch — Fashion. 12 The Day will come. There was a younger son called Harrington, destined for the Church, and with advanced views upon church architecture and music ; and there were two unmarried daughters, Janet and Sophia, also wth advanced views upon the woman's rights question, and with a sovereign contempt for the standard young lady. Theodore's lines were marked out for him with inevitable pre- cision. He had been taken into partnership the day he was out of his articles, and at seven-and-twenty he was his father's right hand, and represented all that Avas modern and popular in the firm. He was steady as a rock, had an intellect of singular acuteness, a ready wit, and very pleasing manners. He had, above all things, the in- estimable gift of an equable and happy temper. He had been everybody's favourite from the nursery upwards, popular at school, popular at the University, popular in the local club, popular in the hunting field ; and it was the prevailing opinion of Dorchester that he ought to marry an heiress and make a great position for the house of Dalbrook. Some people had gone so far as to say that he ought to marry Lord Cheriton's daughter. He had been made free of the great house at Cheriton from the time he was old enough to visit anywhere. His family had been bidden to all notable festivities ; had been duly called upon, at not too long intervals, by Lady Cheriton. He had ridden by Juanita's side in many a run Avith the South Dorset foxhounds, and had waited about with her outside many a covert. They had pic-nicked and made gipsy tea at Corfe Castle ; they had rambled in the woods near Studland ; they had sailed to Branksea, and, further away, to Lulworth Cove, and the romantic caves of Stare : but this had been all in frank cousinly friendship. Theodore had seen only too soon that there was no room for him in his kinswoman's heart. He began by admiring her as the loveliest girl he had ever seen ; he had ended by adoring her, and he adored her still — but with a loyal regard which accepted her position as another man's wife ; and he would have died sooner than dishonour her by one unholy thought. It was nearly ten o'clock when he rode slowly along the avenue that led into Dorchester. The moon was shining between the over- arching boughs of the sycamores. The road with that high over- arching roof had a solemn look in the moonlit stillness. The Roman amphitheatre yonder, with its grassy banks rising tier above tier, shone white in the moonbeams ; the old town seemed half asleep. The house in Cornhill had a very Philistine look as compared with that fine old mansion of Cheriton wliich was present in his mind in very vivid colours to-night, those two wandering about the old Itahan garden, hand-in-hand, wedded lovers, with the lamplit rooms open to the soft summer night, and the long terrace and stone balus- trade and moss-grown statues of nymph and goddess sQvered by the moonbeams. The Cornhill house was a good old house notAvith- standing, a panelled house of the Georgian era, with a wide entrance- The Day will come. 13 hall, and a well-staircase with carved oak balusters and a baluster rail a foot broad. The furniture had been very little changed sinco the daj's of Theodore's great-grandfather, for the late IMrs. Dalbrook had cherished no yearnings for modern art in the furniture line. Her gentle spirit had looked up to her husband as a leader of men, and had reverenced chairs and tables, bureaus and wardrobes that had belonged to his grandfather, as if they were made sacred hy that association. And thus the good old house in the good old town had a savour of bygone generations, an old family air which the parvenu would buy for much gold if he could. True that the dining-room chairs were over-ponderous, and the dining-room pic- tures belonged to the obscure school of religious art in which you can only catch your saint or your martyr at one particular angle ; yet tlie chairs were of a fine antique form, and bore the crest of the Dalbrooks on their shabby leather backs, and the pictures had a respectable brownness which might mean Holbein or Rembrandt. The drawing-room was large and bright, with four narrow, deeply recessed windows commanding tlie broad street and the Antelope Hotel over the way, and deep window seats crammed with flowei-s. Here the oak panelling had been painted pale pink, and the mouldings picked out in a deeper tint by successive generations of Vandals, but the eftect was cheerful, and the pink walls made a good background for the Chippendale secretaires and cabinets filled with willow-pattem Worcester or Crown Derby. The window- curtains were dark brown cloth, with a border of Berlin wool lilies and roses, a border which would have set the teeth of an aesthete on edge, but which blended with the general brightness of the room. Old Mrs. Matthew Dalbrook, the gi'andmother, and her three spinster daughters had toiled over these cross-stitch borders, and Theodore's mother would have deemed it sacrilege to have put aside this labour of a vanished life. Han'ington Dalbrook and his two sisters were in the drawing- room, each apparently absorbed in an instructive book, and yet all tiiree had been talking for the gi-eater part of the evening. It was a characteristic of their highly intellectual lives to nurse a volume of Herbert Spencer or a treatise upon the deeper mysteries of lUiddlia, while they discussed the conduct or morals of their neigh- bours — or their gowns and bonnets. " I thought you were never coming home, Theo," said Janet. '' You don't mean to say you waited to see the bride and bride- groom ? " " That is exactly what I do mean to say. I had to get old Sandown's lease executed, and when I had finished my business I waited about to see them airive. Do you think you could get me anything in the way of supper, Janie? " " Father went to bed ever so long ago," replied Janet ; " it's dreadfully late." 14 The Day will come. " But I don't suppose the cook has gone to bed, and perhaps she would condescend to cut me a sandwich or two," answered Theodore, ringing the bell. His sisters were orderly young women, who objected to eating and drinking out of regulation hours. Janet looked round the room discontentedly, thinking that her brother would make crumbs. Young men, she had observed, are almost miracle workers in the way of crumbs. They can get more superfluous crumbs out of any given piece of bread than the entire piece would appear to contain, looked at by the casual eye. " I have found a passage in Spencer which most fuUy bears out my view, Theodore," said Sophia, severely, referring to an argument she had had with her brother the day before yesterday. "How did she look?" asked Janet, openly frivolous for the nonce. " Lovelier than I ever saw her look in her life," answered Theo- dore. " At least I thought so." He wondered, as he said those words, whether it had been his own despair at the thought of having irrevocably lost her which invested her famihar beauty with a new and mystic power. " Yes, she looked exquisitely lovely, and completely happy — an ideal bride." " If her nose wore a thought longer her face would be almost perfect," said Janet. " How was she dressed ? " " I can no more tell you than I could say how many petals there are in that Dijon rose yonder. She gave me an impression of cool soft colour. I think there was yellow in her hat — pale yellow, like a primrose." " Men are such dolts about women's dress," retorted Janet, impatiently ; " and yet they pretend to have taste and judgment, and to criticize everything we wear." " I think you may rely upon us for knowing what we doiCt hkc," said Theodore. He seated himself in his father's easy-chair, a roomy old chair with projecting sides, that almost hid him from the other occupants of the room. He was weary and sad, and their chatter ii-ritated his overstrung nerves. He would have gone straight to his own room on arri\ing, but that would have set them wondering, and he did not want to be wondered about. He wanted to keep his secret, or as much of it as he could. No doubt those three knew that he had been fond of her, very fond ; that he would have sacrificed half his lifetime to win her for the other half ; but they did not know how fond. They did not know that he would fain have melted down all the sands of time into one grain of gold — one golden day in which to hold her to his heart and know she loved him The Day zuill come. CHAPTER 11. "And warm and light I felt her clasping hand When twined in mine ; she followed where I went." TiiF.RE is a touch of childishness in all honeymoon couples, a something which suggests tho Babes in the Wood, left to play together by the Arch-Deceiver, Fate ; wandering hand in hand in tho morning sunshine, gathering flowers, pleased with tho mossy banks and leafy glades, like those children of the old familiar story, before ever hunger or cold or fear came upon them, before tlio shadow of night and death stole darkly on their path. Even Godfrey Carmichael, a sensible, highly : educated young man, whose pride it was to march in the van of progress and enlighten- ment, even he had that touch of childishness which is adorable in a lover, and which lasts, oh, so short a time; transient as tlie bloom on the peach, the dowTi on the butterfly's wing, tho morning dew on a rose. He had loved her all his life, as it seemed to him. They had been companions, friends, lovers, for longer than cither could remember, so gradual had been tho growth of love. Yet the privilege of belonging to each other was not tho less sweet because of this old familiarity. "Are we really married — really husband and wife — Godfrey?" asked Juanita, nesthug to his side as they stood together in tho wide verandah where they brcakf\xsted on these July mornings among climbing roses and clematis. " Husband and wife — such prosaic words. I heard you speak of mo to the Vicar yesterday as ' my wife.' It gave me quite a shock." " Were you sorry to think it was true ? " "Sorry — no! But 'wife.' The word has such a matter-of-fact soimd. It means a person who writes cheques for the house accounts, revises tlie bill of fare, and takes all the blame when tho Bervants do wrong." " Shall I call you my idol, then, my goddess — the enchantress whose magic wand wafts gladness and sunshine over my existence ? " " No, call me wife. It is a good word, after all, Godfrey — a good serviceable word, a word that will stand wear and tear. It means for ever." They breakfasted tcte-a-tete in tlieir bower of roses ; they wan- dered about the Chase or sat in the garden all day long. They led an idle desidtory life like little children, and wondered that evening came so soon,' and stayed up late into the summer night, steeping themselves in the starshine and silence which seemed new to tliem in their mutual dehght. 1 6 The Day wilt come. There was a lovely view from that broad terrace, with its Italian balustrade and statues, its triple flight of marble steps descending to an Itahan garden, which had been laid out in the Augustan age of Pope and Addison, when the distinctive feature of a great man's garden was stateliness. Here was the lovers' favourite loitering piace when the night grew late, Juanita looking like Juliet in her loose white silk tea-gown, with its Venetian amplitude of sleeve and its mediaeval gold embroidery. The fashionable dressmaker who made that gown had known how to adapt her art to Miss Dalbrook's beauty. The long straight folds accentuated every line of the finely moulded figure, fuller than the average girlish figure, suggestive of Juno rather than Psyche. She was two inches taller than the average girl, and looked almost as tall as her lover as she stood beside him in the moonlight, gazing dreamily at the landscape. This hushed and solemn hour on the verge of midnight was their favourite time. Then only were they really alone, secure in the knowledge that all the household was sleeping, and that they had their world verily to themselves, and might be as foolish as they liked. Once, at sight of a shooting star, Juanita flung herself upon her lover's breast and sobbed aloud. It was some minutes before he could soothe her. " My love, my love, what does it mean ? " he asked, perplexed by her agitation. " I saw the star, and I prayed that we might never be parted ; and then it flashed upon me that we might, and I could not bear the thought," she sobbed, clinging to him like afrightened child. " My dear one, what should part us, except death ? " "Ah, Godfrey, death is everywhere. How could a good God make His creatures so fond of each other and yet part them so cruelly as He does sometimes ? " " Only to unite them again in another world, Nita. I feel as if our two lives must go on in an endless chain, circling among those stars yonder, which could not have been made to be for ever un- peopled. There are happy lovers there at this instant, I am con- vinced — lovers who have lived before us here, and have been translated to a higher life yonder ; lovers who have felt the pangs of parting, the ecstasy of reunion." He glanced vaguely towards that starry heaven, while he fondly smoothed the dark hair upon Juanita's brow. It was not easy to win her back to cheerfulness. That vision of possible grief had too completely possessed her. Godfrey was fain to be serious, finding her spirits so shaken ; so they talked together gravely of that unknown hereafter which philosophy or rehgion may map out with mathematical distinctness, but which remains to the individual soul for ever mysterious and awful. Her husband found it wiser to talk of solemn things, finding her eo sad, and she took comfort from that serious conversation. The Day will come. 17 " Let us lead good lives, clear, and hope for the best in other worlds," ho said. " Tiiere is sound sense in the Baddiiist theory, tliat we are the makers of our own spiritual destin}', and that a man mav be in advance of his fellow men, even in getting to Heaven." Those grave thoughts had little place in Juanita's mind next day, wliich was the lirst day the lovers devoted to practical things. They started directly after breakfast for a iUe-a-ltte drive to ]\Iilbrook Priory, where certain alterations and improvements were contem- plated in the rooms which were to be Juanita's. Godfrey's widowed mother, Lady Jane Carmichacl, had transferred herself and her belongings to a villa at Swanage, where she was devoting herself to the creation of a garden, which was, on a small scale, to repeat the beauties of her flat old-fashioned flower garden at the Priory. It irked her somewhat to think liow long the hedges of yew and holly would t;iko to grow ; but there was a certain pleasure in creation. She was a mild, loving creature, with an aristocratic profile, silvery grey hair, and a small fragile figure ; a woman who looked a patrician to her finger tips, and whom everybody imposed upon. Her blue blood had not endowed her with the power to rule. She adored her son, was very fond of Juanita, and resigned her place in her old home without a sigh. "The Priory was a great deal too big for me," she told her particular friends. "I used to feel very dreary there when Godfrey was at Oxford, and afterwards, for of course he was often away. It was onlj' in the shooting season that the house looked cheerful. 1 hope they will soon have a family, and then that will enliven the place a little." Milbrook Village and Milbrook Priory lay twelve miles nearer Dorchester than Cheriton Chase. Juanita enjoyed the long drive in tlie fresh morning air through a region of marsh and watorv meadow, where the cattle gave charm and variety to a landscape which would have been barren and monotonous without them, a place of winding streams on which the summer sunlight was shining. The Priory was by no means so fine a ])laco as Cheriton, but it was old, and not without interest, and Lady Jane was justified in the assertion that it was too large for her. It would be too small perhaps for Sir Godfrey and his wife in the days to come, when in the natural course of events James Dalbrook would be at rest alter his life labour, and Cheriton would belong to Juanita. " No doubt they will like Cheriton better than the Priory when W6 are all dead and gone," said Lady Jane, with her plaintive air. "I only hope they will have a family. Big houses are so dismal without little people." This idea of a family was almost a craze with Lady Jane Car- michacl. She had idolized her only son, had been miserable at every parting,^ and it had seemed a hard thing to her that there waa not more of hira, as she had herself expressed it. 1 8 The Day will come. " Godfrey has been the dearest boy. I only wish I had six of him," she would say piteously ; and now her mind projected itself into the future, and she pictured a bevy of grandchildren — numerous as a covey of partridges in the upland fields of the home farm at Cheriton — and fancied herself lavishing her hoarded treasures of love upon them. She had grandchildren already, and to spare, the oSspring of her two daughters, but these did not bear the honoured name of Carmichael, and, though they were very dear to her maternal heart, they were not what Godfrey's children would be to her. She would be gone, she told herself, before they would be old enough to forsake her. She would be gone before those young birds grew too strong upon the wing. A blessed spell of golden years lay before her ; a nurserj', and then a schoolroom ; and then, perhaps, before the last dim closing scene, a bridal, a granddaughter clinging to her in the sweet sadness of leave-taking, a fair young face crowned with orange flowers pressed against her own in the bride's happy kiss — and then she would say Nunc dimittis, and feel that her cup of gladness had been filled to the brim. The lovers' talk was all of that shadowy future, as the pair of greys bowled gaily along the level road. The horses were Godfrey's favourite pair, and belonged to a team of chestnuts and greys which had won him some distinction last season in Hyde Park, when the coaches met at the corner by the Magazine, and when the handsome Miss Dalbrook, Lord Cheriton's heness, was the cynosure of many eyes. The thoughts of Sir Godfrey and his wife were far fi-om Hyde Park and the Four-in-Hand Club tliis morning. Their minds were filled with simple rural anticipations, and had almost a patriarchal turn, as of an Arcadian pair whose wealth was all in flocks and herds, and green pastures like these by which they were driving. The Priory stood on low ground between Wareham and Wim- bourne, sheltered from the north by a bold ridge of heath, screened on the east by a little wood of oaks and chestnuts, Spanish chest- nuts, with graceful drooping branches, whose glossy leaves contrasted with the closer foliage of the rugged old oaks. The house was built of Purbeck stone, and its bluish grey was touched with shades of gold and silvery gi-een where the lichens and ipaosses crept over it, while one long southern wall was clothed with trumpet-ash and magnolia, mjTtJe and rose, as with a closely interwoven curtain of greenery, from which the small latticed windows flashed back the sunshine. Nothing at the Priory was so stately as its counterpart at Cheriton. There were marble balustrades and rural gods there on the terrace ; here there was only a broad gravel walk along the southern front, with a little old shabby stone temple at each end. At Cheriton three flights of marble steps led from the terrace to the Italian The Day will come. 19 garden, and tliCTi again tln-co more flights led to a garden on a lower level, and so by studied gi-adations to the bottom of the slope on ■which the mansion was built. Hero house and garden were on the same level, and those gardens which Lady Jane had so cherished were distinguished only by an elegant simplicitJ^ Between the garden and a park of less than fifty acres there was only a sunk fence, and the sole glory of that modest domain lay in a herd /> f choice Channel Island cows, which had been Lady Jane's pride. She had resigned them to Juanita without a sigh, although each particular beast had been to her as a friend. " My dear, what could I do wth cows in a villa ? " she said, when Juanita suggested that she should at least keep her favourites. Beauty, and Maydew, and Coquette. " Of course, as you say, I could rent a couple of paddocks ; but I should not like to see the lierd divided. Besides, you will want them all by-and-by, when you have a family." Nita stepped lightly across the threshold of her future home. The old grey porch was embedded in roses and trailing passion- flowers. Everything had a shabby, old-world look compared Avith Cheriton. Here there had been no improvement for over a century ; all things had been quiescent as in the Palace of the Sleeping Beauty. " What a dear old house it is, Godfrey, and how everything in it speaks to me of your ancestors — your own ancestors — not other people's ! That makes all the difference. At Cheriton I feel always as if I were sun-ounded by malevolent ghosts. I can't see them, but I Ivnow they are there. Those poor Strangways, how they must bate me." " If there are any living Strangways knocking about the world houseless, or at any rate landless, I don't suppose they feel over kindly disposed to you," said Godfrey; "but the ghosts have done wth human habitations. It can matter very little to them who lives in the rooms where they were once happy or miserable, as the case may be. Has your father ever heard anything of the old family?" " Never. He says there are no Strangways left on tliis hemisphere. There may be a remnant of the race in Australia," he says, " for he heard of a cousin of Reginald Strang\vay's who went out to Brisbane years ago to work with a sheep farmer on the Darling Downs. There is no one else of the old race and the old name that he can tell me about. I take a morbid interest in the subject, you know. If I were to meet a very evil-looking tramp in the woods and he were to threaten me, I should suspect him of being a Strangway. They all must hate us." " With a very imreasonable hatred, then, Nita, for it was no fault of your father's that the family went to the bad. I have heard my father talk of the Strangways many a time over his wine. They had been a reckless, improvident race for ever so many generations, 20 The Day will come. men who lived only for the pleasure of the hour, whose motto was ' Carpe diem ' in the worst sense of the words. There was a Strangway who was the fashion for a short time during the Eegency, wore a hat of his own invention, and got himself entangled Avith a popular actress, who sued him for breach of promise. He dipped the property. There was a racing Strangway who kept a stable at Newmarket and married — well — never mind how. He dipped the property. There was Georgiana Strangway, an heiress and a famous beauty, in the Sailor King's reign. Two of the Royal Dukes wanted to marry her ; but she ran away with a bandmaster in the Blues. She used to ride in Hyde Park at nine o'clock everf morning in a gi-een cloth spencer trimmed with sable, at a time when very few women rode in London. She saw the bandmaster, fell over head and ears in love with him, and bolted. They were married at Gretna. He spent as much of her fortune as he could get at, and was reported to have thrashed her before they parted. She set up a boarding-house at Ostend, gambled, di-ank cheap brandj^, and died at tive-and-forty." " What a di-eadful ghost she would be to meet," said Nita, mth a shudder. "From first to last they have been a bad lot," concluded Sir Godfrey, "and the Isle of Purbeck was a prodigious gainer when your father became master of Cheriton Chase and Baron Cheriton of Cheriton." " T/iat is what they must feel worst of all," said Nita, speaking of the dead and the living as if they were one gi-oup of banished shades. " It must be hard for them to think that a stranger takes his title from the land that was once theirs, from the house in which they were born. Poor ill-behaved things, I can't help being soiTy for them." " My fanciful Nita, they do not deserve your pity. They make their own hves, love. They have only suffered the result of their own Karma." " I only hope they will be better off in their nest incarnations, and that they won't get to that dreadful eighth world which leads nowhere," said Juanita. She made this light allusion to a creed which she and her lover had discussed seriously many a time in their graver moods. They had read ]\Ir. Sinnett's books together, and had given themselves up in somewise to the fascinating theories of Esoteric Buddhism, and had been impressed by the curious parallel between that semi- fabulous Reformer of the East and the Teacher and Redeemer in whom they both beheved. They went about the house together, Nita admiring everything, as if she were seeing those old rooms for the first time. The alterations to be made were of the smallest. Nita would allow scarcely any change. The Day will come. 21 " Wliatevcr was nice enough for Lady Jane must be good enough for me," slio said, decisively, when Godfrey proposed improvements which would have changed tlie character of his mother's morning room, a conservatory, and a large bay window opposite the fire- place, for instance. " But it is such a shabby old hole, compared with your room at Chcriton." " It is a dear old hole, sir, and I won't have it altered in the smallest detail. I adore those deepsct windows and wide window- seats; and this apple-blossom chintz is simply delicious. Faded, sir? What of that? One can't buy such patterns nowadays, for love or money. And that old Chinese screen must have belonged to a mandarin of the highest rank. ^ly only feeling will be that I am a wretch in appropriating dear Lady Jane's surroundings. This room fitted her like a glove." " She is charmed to surrender it to you, love ; and your forbear- ance in the matter of improvement wnU delight her." " Your improvements would have been destruction. A con- servatory opening out of that window would suggest a city man's drawing-room at Tulse Hill. I have seen such in my childhood, when mother used to visit odd people on the Surrey side of the river." " Loveliest insolence ! " " Oh, I am obliged to cultivate insolence. It is a parvenue's only defensive weapon. We new-made people always give ourselves more airs than you who were born in the purple." She roamed from room to room, expatiating upon everything with a childlike pleasure, delighted at the idea of this her new kingdom, over which she was to reign with undivided sovereignty. Cheriton was ever so much grander ; but at Chcriton she had only been the daughter of the house ; indulged in every fancy, yet in somewise in a state of subjection. Here she was to be sole mistress, with Godfrey for her obedient slave. " And now show me your rooms, sir," she exclaimed, with pretty authority. " I may wish to make some improvements tliere^ "You shall work your will with them, dearest, as you have done with their master." lie led her to his study and general don, a fine old room looking into the stable-yard, capacious, but gloomy. "This is dreadful," she cried, "no view, and ever so far from v\r! You must have the room next the morning-room, so that we can run in to each other, and talk at any moment." " That is one of the best bedrooms." "What of that! We can do without superfluous bedrooms; but I cannot do without you. This room of yours will make a visitor's bedroom. If he or she doesn't like it, he or she can go away, and leave ua to ourselves, which we shall like ever so much better, 2 2 The Day will come. shan't we ? " she asked, caressingly, as if life were going to he one long honeymoon. Of conrse he assented, kissed the red frank lips, and assured her that for him bliss meant a perpetual tete-a-tete. Yes, his study should be next her boudoir ; so that even in his busiest hours he should be able to turn to her for gladness — refreshing himself with her smiles after a troublesome interview with his bailiff — taking counsel with her about every change in his stable, sharing her interest in every new book. " I will give orders about the change at once," he said, " so that everything may be I'cady for us when you are tired of Cheriton." They lunched gaily in the garden. Nita hated eating indoors when the weather was good enough for an al fresco meal. They lunched under a Spanish chestnut that made a tent of foliage on the lawn in front of the house. They lingered over the meal, full of talk, finding a new world of conversation suggested by their sur- roundings ; and then the greys were brought round to the hall door, and they started on the return journej'. It began to rain before they reached Cheriton, and the afternoon clouded over with a look of premature winter. No saunterings on the terrace this evening; no midnight meanderings among the cypresses and yews, the gleaming statues and dense green walls ; as if they had been Eomeo and Juliet, wedded and happy, in the garden at Verona. For the first time since the beginning of their honey- moon they were obliged to staj^ indoors. " It is positively chilly," exclaimed Juanita, as her maid carried off her damp mantle. " My dearest love, I'm afraid you've caught cold," said Godfrey, with apprehension. "Do I ever catch cold, Godfrey?" said cried, scornfully; and indeed her splendid phj^sique seemed to negative the idea as she stood before him, tall and buoyant, with the carnation of health upon cheek and lips, her eyes sparkling, her head erect. "Well, no, my Juno, I believe you are as free from all such weak- ness as human nature can be ; but I shall order fires all the same, and I implore you to put on a warm gown." " I will," she answered, gaily. " You shall see me in my copper plush." " Thanks, love. That is a vision to live for." " Shall we have tea in my dressing-room — or in yours ? " " In mine. I think we have taken tea in almost every other room in the house, as well as in every corner of the garden." It had been one of her girhsh caprices to de^^se new places for their afternoon tea. Whether it had been as keen a delight to the footmen to carry Japanese tables and bamboo chairs from pillar to post was open to question ; but Juanita loved to colonize, as she called it. The Day will co7?ie, 23 " I feci that wlierever we establish our teapot wo invest the spot witli the sanctity of home," she said. Fires were ordered, and tea in Sir Godfrey's dressing-room. It was Lord Dalbrook's dressing-room actually, and altogether a sacred chamber. It had been one of the best bedrooms in the days of the Strangways ; but his Lordship liked space, and had chosen this room for his den — a fine old room, with lull length portraits of the Sir Joshua period let into the panelling. The furniture was of the plainest, and very different from the luxurious appointments of the other rooms, for these very chairs and tables, and yonder substantial mahogany desk, had done duty in James Dalbrook's chambers in the Temple tlmiy years before. So had the heavy- looking clock on the chimney-piece, surmounted by a bronze Saturn leaning upon his scythe. So had the brass candlesticks, and the ink-stained red morocco blotter on the desk. He had fallen asleep in that capacious arm-chair many a time in the small hours, after struggling with the intricacies of a railway bill or poring over a volume of precedents. Tlio thick Persian carpet, the velvet window-curtains, panelled walls, and fine old fireplace gave a look of subdued splendour to the room, in spite of the dark and heav-y furniture. There was a large vase of roses on the desk, where Lord Cheriton never tolerated a flower ; and there were more roses on the chimney-piece ; and some smart bamboo chairs, many coloured, like Joseph's coat, had been brought from Nita's morning room — and so, with logs blazing on the floriated iron dogs, and a scarlet tea-table set out with blue and gold china, and a Moorish copper kettle swinging over a lamp, the room had as gay an aspect as any one could desire. Juanita had made her toilet by the time the tea-table was read}*, and came in from her room next door, a radiant figure in a gleaming copper-coloured go^vn, flowing loose from throat to foot, and with no adornment except a broad collar and cuffs of old Venice point. Her brilliant complexion and southern eyes and ebon hair triumphed over the vivid hue of the gown, and it was at her Sir Godfrey looked as she came beaming towards him, and not at the dressmaker's master-piece. " How do you like it? " she asked, with childlike pleasure in her fine raiment. " I ought to have kept it till October, but I couldn't resist putting it on, just to sec what you think of it. I hope you won't say it's gaudy." " My dearest, you might be clad in a nisset cloud for anything I should know to the contrary. A quarter of a century hence, when you are beginning to fancy yourself 7?asse<;, we will talk about gowns. It will be of some consequence then how you dress. It can be none now." "That is just a man's ignorance, Godfrey," she said, shaking her finger at him, as she seated herself in one of the bamboo chairs, a 24 The Day will come. dazzling figure in llic light of the blazing logs, wLicIi danced about lier eyes and bair and copper-coloured gown in a bewildering manner. " You think me handsome, I suppose? " " Eminently so. " And you think I should be just as handsome if I dressed anyhow — in a badly-fitting Tussore, for instance, made last year and cleaned this year, and with a hat of my own trimming, eh, Godfrey ? " " Every bit as handsome." " That shows what an ignoramus a University education can leave a man. My dearest boy, half my good looks depend upon my dressmaker. Not for worlds would I have you see me a dowdy, if inly for a quarter of an hour. The disillusion might last a lifetime. 1 dress to please you, remember, sir. It was of you I thought when I W.1S choosing my trousseau. I want to be lovely in your ej'cs alwav', always, always." " You need make no effort to attain your w'ish. You have put so strong a spell upon my eyes that with me at least you are inde- pendent of the dressmaker's art." " Again I say you don't know what you are talking about. But frankly now, do you think this gown too gaudy ? " " That coppery backgi'ound to my Murillo Madonna. No, love ; the colour suits you to perfection." She poured out the tea, and then sank back in her comfortable chair, in a reverie, languid after her explorations at the Priory, full of a dreamhke happiness as she basked in the glow of the lire, welcome as a novel indulgence at this time of the year. " There is nothing more delightful than a fire in July," she said. Her eyes wandered about the room idly. " Do you call them handsome? " she asked presently. Godfrey looked puzzled. Was she still harping on the dress ques- tion, or w^as she challenging his admiration for those glorious eyes which he had been watching in their rovings for a lazy five minutes. " I mean the Strang^vaj^s. That is their famous beaiity — the girl in the scanty white satin petticoat, with the goat. Imagine any one walking about a wood, with a goat, in white satin. What queer ideas portrait painters must have had m those days. She is very lovely though, isn't she ? " " She is not my ideal. I don't admire that narrow Cupid's-bow mouth, the lips pinched up as if they were pronouncing ' prunes and ]insm.' The eyes are large and handsome, but too round ; the com- plexion is wax-dollish. No, she is not my ideal." " I should have been miserable if you had admired her." " There is a face in the hall which I like ever so much better, and yet I doubt if it is a good face." " Which is that ? " " The face of the girl in that group of John Strangway's three children." The Day will come. 25 "Tlial gill with tlio towslcd linir and bright Uiic cyop. Ycp, she must liavc been handsome — but she looks — I hope you won't be t;hocked, but I really can't help saying it — that girl Jooks a devil." '• roor soul ! Iler temper did not do much good for her. I believe she came to a melancholy end." " How was that ? " " She eloped from a school in Switzerland with an officer in a line regiment — a love match ; but she went wrong a few years afterwards, left her husband, and died in poverty at Boulogne, I believe." "Another ghost!" exclaimed Juanita, doleful])'. "Poor, lost soul, she must walk. I can't help feeling sorry for her — married to a man who was unkind to her, perhaps, and whom she discovered unworthy of her love. And then years afterwards meeting some one worthier and better, wdiom she loved passionately. That is dreadful! Oh, Godfrey! if I had been mamed before I saw you — and we had met — and you had cared for me — God knows what kind of woman I should have been. Perhaps I should have been one of those poor souls who have a liistory, the women mother and her friends stare at and whisper about in the Park. Why are people so keenly interested in them, I wonder? Why can't they leave them alone ? " " It would be charity to do so." " No one is charitable — in London." *' Do you think people are more indulgent in the country ? " " I suppose not. I'm afraid English people keep all their charity for the Continent. I shall never look at the girl in that group without thinking of her sad story. She looks hardly fifteen in the jiicture. Poor thing! She did not know what was coming." They loitered over their tea-table, making the most of their happiness. The sweetness of their dual life had not begun to i)all. It was still new and wonderful to be together thus, unrcstrainccl by any other presence. h\ the midst of their gay talk Juanita's eyes Avandered to the bronze Time upon the chimney-piece, and the familiar figure suggested gloomy ideas. '• Oh, Godfrey ! look at that gi'im old man with his scythe, mowing down our happy moments so fast that Ave can hardly taste their sweetness before they speed away. To think that our lives are huriying past us like a rapid river, and that we shall be like him " (pointing distastefully to the type of old age — the wrinkled brow and flowing beard) " before we know that Ave have lived." " It is a pity, SAA-eet, that life should be so short." Her glance AA'andered to the dark oak panel above the clock, and she started up from her Ioav chair Avith a f;iint scream, stood on tiptoe before the fireplace, snatched half a dozen scraggj' peacock's feathers from the panel, and tlircAV them at her husband's feet. " Ijook at thosQ," she exclaimed, pointing to them as they lay there. 26 The Day zvill come, " Peacock's feathers ! What have they done that you should use tliem so ? " " Oh, Godfrey don't you know ? " she asked, earnestly. " Don't I know what ? " " That peacock'iL- feathers bring ill luck. " It is fatal to take them into a house. Thej-' are an evil omen. And father will pick them up when he is strolling about the lawn, and will bring them indoors ; though I am always scolding him for his obstinate folly, and always throwing the horrid things away." " And this kind of thing has been going on for some years, I suppose ? " asked Godfrey, smiling at her intensity. " Ever since I can remember." " And have the peacock's feathers brought j''Ou misfortune? " She looked at him gravely for a few moments, and then burst into a joyous laugh. " No, no, no, no," she said, " Fate has been over kind to me. I have never known sorrow. Fate has given me you. I am the happiest woman in the world — for there can't be another you, and you are mine. It is like owning the Kohinoor diamond ; one knows that one stands alone. Still, all the same, peacock's feathers are imlucky, and I will not suffer them in your room." " She picked up the offending feathers, twisted them into a ball, and flung them at the back of the deep old chimney, behind the smouldering logs; and then she produced a chess board, and she and Godfrey began a game with the board on their knees, and played for an horn* by firelight. CHAPTER III. " A deadlj' silence step by step increased, Until it seemed a horrid presence there." That idea of the Strangways had taken hold of the bride's fancy. She went into the hall with Godfrey after dinner, and they looked together at the family group. The picture was a bishop's half-length, turned lengthwise, and the figures showed only the head and shoulders. The girl stood between the two boys, her left arm round her younger brother's neck. He was a lad of eleven or twelve, in an Eton jacket and broad white collar. The other boy was older than the girl, and was dressed in dark green corduroy. The heads were masterly, but the picture was uninteresting. " Did you ever see three faces with so little fascination among the three? " asked Godfrey. " The boys look arrant cubs ; the girl has the makings of a handsome w^oman, but the lines of her mouth and The Day will comz. 27 rliir, havo firmness enough for forty, and yet she could hardly have been over fifteen when that picture was painted." " She has a lovely throat and lovely shoulders." " Yes, the painter has made the most of those." " And she has fine eyes." " Fine as to colour and shape, but as cold as a Toledo blade — and as dangerous. I pity her husband." " That must be a waste of pity. If he had been good to her she woidd not have run away from him." " I am not sure of that. A woman with that mouth and chin would go her own gate if she trampled upon bleeding hearts. I wonder your father keeps these shadows of a vanished race." " lie would not part with them for worlds. They are like the peacock's feathers that he nnll bring indoors. I sometimes think he has a fancy for unlucky things. He says that as we have no ancestors of our own — to speak of — I suppose wo must have ances- tors, for everybody must have come down from Adam somehow " " Naturally, or from Adam's ancestor, the common progenitor of the Darwinian thesis." "Don't be horrid. Father's idea is that as we have no ancestors of our own, we may as well keep the StrangA^\ay portraits. The faces are the history of the house, fother said, when mother wanted those dismal old pictures taken down to make waj'^ for a collection of modern art. So there they are, and I can't help thinking that they overlooh us." They were still standing before the trio of young faces contem- platively. " Are they all dead? " asked Juanita, after a pause. " God knows. I believe it is a long time since any of them were heard of. Jasper Blake talks to me about them sometimes. Ho ^vas in service liere, you know, before he became my father's bailifi". In fact, lie only left Cheriton after the old squire's death. Ho is fond of talking of the forgotten race, and it is from him that most of my information is derived. , He told me about that unlucky lad," — pointing to the younger hoy. " Ho was in the navy, distinguished himself out in China, and was on the high road to getting a ship when he got broke for drunkenness — a Hagrant case, which all but ended in a tremendous disaster and the burning of a man-of-war. He went into the merchant service — did well for a year or two, and then the old enemy took hold of him again, and he got broke there. After that he dropped through — disappeared in the great dismal swamp whore the men who fail in this world sink out of knowledge.'^' '' And the elder boy ; what became of him ? " " He was in the army — a tremendous swell, I believe, — married Lord Dangerlield's youngest daughter, and cut a dash for two or* three years, and then disappeared from society, and took his wife to Corsica, on the gi-ound of delicate health. For anything I know to 28 'The Dcty will come. the contrary they may still be living in that riec-and-easy littio island. He was fond of sport, and liked a rough life. I fancy that Ajaccio would suit him better than Purbeck or Pall Mall." " Poor things ; I wonder if they ever long for Cheriton ? " " If old Jasper is to be believed, they were passionately fond of the place, especially that girl. Jasper was groom in those days, and he taught her to ride. She was a regular dare-devil, according to his account, with a temper that no one had ever been able to control. But she seems to have behaved pretty well to Jasper, and he was attached to her. Her father couldn't manage her anyhow. They were too much alike. He sent her to a school at Lausanne soon after that picture wa? painted, and she never came back to Cheriton. She ran away with an English officer who was hutne from India on furlough, and was staying at Ouchy for his health. She represeoteu herself as of full age, and contrived to get married at Geneva. The squire refused ever to see her or her husband. She ran away from the husband afterwards, as I told you. In fact, to quote Jasper, she was an incorrigible bolter." " Poor, poor thing. It is all too sad," sighed Juanita. " Let us go into the library and forget them. There are no Strangways there, tliank Heaven." She put her arm through Godfrey's and led him off, unresisting. He was in that stage of devotion in which he followed her like a dog. The library was one of the best rooms in the house, but the least interesting from an archaeologist's point of view. It had been built early in the eighteenth century for a ballroom, a long narrow room, with five tall windows, and it had been afterwards known as the music-room ; but James Dalbrook had improved it out of its original character by throwing out a large bay, with three windows opening on to a semicircular terrace, with marble balustrade and steps leading down to the prettiest portion of that Italian garden which was the crowning glory of Cheriton Manor, and which it had been Lord Cheriton's delight to improve. The spacious bay gave width and dignity to the room, and it was in the space between the bay and the fireplace that people naturally grouped themselves. It was too large a room to be warmed by one fire of ordinary dimensions, but the fireplace added by James Dalbrook was of abnormal width and grandeur, while the chimney-piece was rich in coloured marbles and massive sculpture. The room was lined with books from floor to ceiling. Clusters of wax candles were burning on the mantel-piece, and two large moderator lamps stood on a massive carved oak table in the centre of the room — a table spacious enough to hold all the magazines, reviews, and periodicals in three languages that were worth reading — Quarterlies, Revue des Deux Moncles, Rundschau, Figaro, World, Saturdaij, Truth, and the rest of them — as well as guide-books, peerages, clei'gj' and army lists — which made a fonaid' ^ble range in the middle. The Day will come. ic) Godfrey flung himself into a long, low, arm-chair, and Juanita perched herself lightly beside him on the cushioned arm, looking down at him from that point ot vantage. Tiicro was a wood firo lierc as well as in the hall ; hut the rain was over now, the evening had grown warmer, and the French windows in the bay stood open to tlio dull grey night. " What are you reading now, Godfrey ? " asked Juanita, glancing at the cosy double table in a corner by the chimney-piece, loaded with books above and below. " For duty reading Jones' book on ' Grattan and the Irish Parlia- ment ; ' for old books ' Plato ; ' for new ' Wider Horizons.' " He was an insatiable reader, and even in those long summer daj-s of honeymoon bhss he had felt the need of books, which were a habit of his life. " Is ' Wider Horizons ' a good book ? " " It is full ot imagination, and it rarries one away ; but one has the same feeling as in ' Esoteric Buddiiism.' It is a very comforting theorj'^, and it ought to be true ; but by what authority is this gospel preached to us, and on what evidence are we to believe ? " " ' Wider Horizons ' is about the life to come ? " "Yes; it gives us a very vivid picture of our existence in other planets. The author writes as if he had been there." "And according to this theory you and I are to meet and be happy again in some distant star ? " "In many stars — climbing from star to star, and achieving a higher spirituality, a finer essence, with every new existence, until we attain the everlasting perfection." " And we who are to die old and worn out here are to be young and bright again there — in our next world? " " Naturally." " And then we shall grow old again — go through the same slow decay — grey hairs, fading sight, duller hearing ? " " Yes ; as we blossom so must wc f;ide. The witlicred husk of the old life holds the seed from which the new flower must spring; and with every incarnation the tlower is to gain in vigoui and beauty, and the life period is to lengthen till it touches infinity." " I must read the book, Godfrey. It may bo all a dream; but I love even dreams that promise a future iu which you and I shall always be together — as we are now, as we are now." She repeated those last four words with infinite tenderness. The beautiful head sank down to nestle upon his shoulder, and they were silent for some minutes in a dreamy reverie, gazing into the fire, where the logs had given out their last flame, and were slowly fading from red to grey. It was a quarter to eleven by the dial let into the marble of the chimney-piece. The butler had brought a tray with wine and water at ten o'clock, and had taken the final orders before retiring. 2,0 The Day will come. Juanita and her luisband were alone amid the stillness of the sleeping household. The night was close and dull, not a leaf stirring, and only a few dim stars in the heavy sky. As the clock told the third quarter with a small silvery chime, as if it were a town clock in fairyland, Juanita started suddenly from her half-rechning position, and Hsteued intently, with her face towards the open window. " A footstep ! " she exclaimed. " I heard a footstep on the terrace." " My dearest, I know your hearing is quicker than mine ; but this time it is your fancy that heard and not your ears. I heard nothing. And who should be walking on the terrace at such an hour, do you suppose ? " "I don't suppose anything about it, but I know there was some one. I heard the steps, Godfrey. I heard them as distinctly as I heard you speak just now; light footsteps — slow, very slow, and with that cautious, treacherous sound which Hght, slow footsteps always have, if one hears them in the silence of night." " You are very positive." "I know it, I heard it ! " she cried, running to the window, and out into the grey night. She ran along the whole length of the terrace and back again, her husband following her with slower steps, and they found no one, heard nothing from one end to the other. " You see, love, there was no one there," said Godfrej'. "I see nothing of the kind — only that the some one who was there has vanished very cleverly. An eavesdropper might hide easily enough behind any one of those cypresses," she said, pointing to the obehsk-shaped trees which showed black against the dim gi-ey of the night. " Why should there be any eavesdropper, love ? What secrets have you and I that any prowler should care to watch or listen. The only person of the prowling kind to be apprehended would be a burglar ; and as Cheriton has been burglar-free all these years, I see no reason for fear; so, unless your mysterious footfall belonged to one of the servants or a servant's follower, which is highly improbable on this side of the house, I take it that you must have heard a ghost." He had his arm around her, and was leading her out of the misty night into the warm, bright room, and his voice had the hght sound of laughter ; but at that word ghost she started and trembled, and her voice was very serious as she answered — " A ghost, yes ! It was just lilce the footfall of a ghost — so slow, BO soft, so mysterious. I believe it was a ghost, Godfrey — a Strang- way ghost. Some of them must revisit this house." The Day luill come. 31 CHAPTER IV "Who will dare To pluck thee from me ? And of thine o^vn will, Full well I feel that thou wouldst not leave me." The sunshine of a summer morning, streaming in through mullioned windows that looked due south, raised Juanita's spirits, and dispersed her fears. It was impossible to feel depressed under such a sky. She had been wakeful for a considerable part of the night, brooding upon that ghostly footstep which had sent such a sudden chill to her warm young heart, but that broad clear light of morning brought common sense. " I dare say it was only some lovesick housemaid, roaming about after all tlie others had gone to bed, in order to have a quiet think about her sweetheart, and what he said to her last Sunday as they went home from church. I know how /used to walk about with no company but my thoughts of you, Godfrey, and how sweet it used to be to go over all your dearest words — over and over again, — and no doubt tlie heart of a housemaid is worked by just the same machinery that sets mine going — and her thoughts would follow the same track." *' That is what we are taught to believe, dearest, in this enlightened age." " Why should it be a ghost ? " pursued Juanita, leaning back in Ler bamboo chair, and lazily enjoying the summer morning, some- what languid after a sleepless night. They were breakfasting at the western end of the terrace, with an awning over their heads, and a couple of footmen travelling to and from the house in attendance upon them, and keeping respect- fully out of earshot between whiles. The table was heaped with roses, and the waxen chalices of a great magnolia on the lower level showed above the marble balustrade, and shed an almost over- powering perfume on the warm air. '" Why should a ghost come now ? " she asked, harping upon her morbid fancies. " There has never been a hint of a ghost in all the years that father and mother have lived here. W^hy should one come now, unless " " Unless what, love ? " "Unless one of the Strangways died last night — at the very moment when wo heard the footfall — died in some distant land, perhaps, and with his last dying thought revisited the place of his birth. One has heard of such things." ''One has heard of a great many strange things. The human imagination is very inventive." 32 The Day will come. " All, you are a sceptic, I know. I don't think I actually believe in ghosts — but I am afraid of being forced to believe in them. Oh, Godfrey, if it were meant for a warning," she cried, with sudden terror in the large dark eyes. " What kind of warning ? " " A presage of misfortune — sickness — death. I have read so many stories of such warnings." " My dearest love, you have read too much rubbish in that line. Your mind is full of morbid fancies. If the morning were not too warm, I should say put on your habit and let us go for a long ride. I am afraid this sauntering life of ours is too depressing for you." " Depressing — to be with you all day ! Oh, Godfrey, you must be tired of me if you can suggest such a thing." " But, my Nita, when I see you giving yourself up to gloomy speculations about ghosts and omens." " Oh, that means nothing. When one has a very precious treasure one must needs be full of fears. Look at misers; how nervous they are about their hidden gold. And my treasure is more to me than all the gold of Ophir — infinitely precious." She sprang up from her low chair, and leaned over the back of his to kiss the broad brow wdiich was lifted up to meet those clinging lips. "Oh, my love, my love, I never knew what fear meant till I knew the fear of parting from you," she murmured. " Put on your habit, Nita. We will go for a ride in spite of the sun. Or what do you say to driving to Dorchester, and storming your cousins for a lunch ? I want to talk to Mr. Dalbrook about "Skinner's bill of dilapidations." Her mood changed in an instant. " That would be capital fun," she cried. " I wonder if it is a breach of etiquette to lunch with one's cousins during one's honey- moon ? " " A fig for etiquette. Thomas," to an approaching footman, " order the phaeton for half-past eleven." " What a happy idea," said Juanita, "a long, long drive with you, and then the fun of seeing how you get on with my strong-minded cousins. The}' pretend to despise everything that other girls care for, don't you know; and go in for literature, science, politics, every thing intellectual, in short; and I have seen them sit and mu'se Darwin or Buckle for a whole evening, while they ha^'e talked of gowns and bonnets and other girls' flirtations." " Then they are not such Roman maidens as they affect to be." " Far from it. They will take the pattern of my frock with their eyes before I have been in the room ten minutes. Just watch them." " I will ; if I can take my eyes off you." Juanita ran away to change her white peignoir for a walking- The Day will come. 33 dress, and reappeared in half an hour radiant and ready for tlio drive. " How do you like my frock ? " she asked, posing herself in front of her husband, and challenging admiration. The frock was old gold Indian silk, soft and dull, made with an exquisite simplicity of long flowing draperies, over a kilted petticoat which just showed the neat little tan shoes, and a glimpse of tan silk stocking. The bodice iitted the tall supple figure like a glove ; the sleeves were loose and short, tied carelessly at the elbow with a broad satin ribbon, and the long suede gloves matched the gown to the nicest shade. Her hat was leghorn, broad enough to shade her eyes from the sun, high enough to add to her importance, and caught up on one side with a bunch of dull yellow barley and a few cornflowers, whose vivid hue was repeated in a cluster of the same flowers embroidered on one side of the bodice. Her large sunshade was of the same silk as her gown, and that was also embroidered with cornflowers, a stray blossom flung here and there with an accidental air. " My love, you look as if you had stepped out of a fashion book." " I suppose I am too smart," said Juanita with an impatient sigh ; " and yet my colouring is very subdued. There is only that touch of blue in the cornflowers — just the one high light in the picture. That is the only drawback to country life. Everj'thing really pretty seems too smart for dusty roads and green lanes. One must be content to grope one's obscure way in a tailor gown or a cotton frock all the year round. Now this would be perfection for a Wednesday in Hyde Park, wouldn't it ? " "M3' darling, it is charming. Why should jj-ou not be prettily dressed under this blue summer sky ? You can sport your tailor go^vns in winter. You are not too smart for me, Nita. Yon are only too lovely. Bring your dust cloak, and you may defy the perils of the road." Celestine, Lady Carmichael's Frendh-Swiss maid, was in atten- dance with tlio dust cloak, an ample \vrap of creamy silk and lace, cloudlike, indescribable. This muffled the pretty gown from top to toe, and Nita took her seat in the phaeton, and prepared for a lon.t^jr drive and a longer talk than they Jiad liad yesterday. She was pleased at the idea of showing off her handsome young husband and her new frock to those advanced young ladies, who had affected a kind of superiority on the ground of what she called " heavy reading," and what they called advanced views. Janet and Sophia had accepted Lady CheritoTi's invitations with inward pro- test, and in their apprehension of being patronized had been some- what inclined to give themselves airs, taking pains to impress upon their cousin that she was as empty-headed as she was beautiful, and that they stood upon an intellectual plane for which she had no Bcaling ladder. She had put up with such small snubbings in the i> 34 ^/^^ Day will come. sweetest way, knowing all the time that as the Honourable Juanita Dalbrook, of Cheriton Chase, and one of the debutantes whose praises had been sung in all the society papers, she inhabited a social plane as far beyond their reach as their intellectual plane might be above hers. " I don't suppose we shall see Theodore," said Juanita, as the bays bowled merrily along the level road. The gi'eys were getting a rest after yesterday's work, and these were Lady Cheriton's famous barouche horses, to whom the phaeton seemed a toy. "He must have gone to Heidelberg before now," added Juanita. " He must be fond of Heidelberg to be running off there when it is so jolly at home." " He was there for a year, you know, before he went to Cam- bridge, and he is always going back there or to the Hartz for his hoHdays. I sometimes tell him he is half a German." She rather hoped that Theodore was in Germany by this time ; and yet she had assured herself in her own mind that there could be no pain to him in their meeting. She knew that he had loved her — that in one rash hour, after a year's absence in America, when he had not known, or had chosen to forget, the state of affairs be- tween her and Godfrey, he had told her of his love, and had asked her to give him hope. It was before her engagement ; but she was not the less frank in confessing her attachment to Godfrey. " I can never care for any one else," she said ; " I have loved him all my life." All her life ! Yes, that was Theodore's irreparable loss. While be, the working man, had been grinding out his daj^s in the tread- mill round of a country soUcitor's office, the young patrician had been as free as the butterflies in Juanita's rose garden ; free to woo her all day long, free to share her most trifling pleasures and sym- pathize with her lightest pains. What chance had the junior partner in Dalbrook & Son against Sir Godfrey Carmichael of Mil- brook Priory ? Theodore had managed his life so well after that one bitter rebuff that Juanita had a right to suppose that his wound had healed, and that the pain of that hour had been forgotten. She was sincerely attached to him, as a kinsman, and respected him more than any other young man of her acquaintance. Had not Lord Cheriton, that admirable judge of character, declared that Theodore was one of the cleverest men he Ivuew, and regretted that he had not attached him- self to the higher branch of the law, as the more likely in his case to result in wealth and fame ? The phaeton drove up to the old Hanoverian doorway as St, Peter's clock chimed the quarter after one. The old man-servant looked surprised at this brilliant vision of a beautiful girl, a fine pair of horses, a smart groom, and Sir Godfrey Carmichael. The tout- ensemble was almost bewildering even to a!"man accustomed to see The Day will come. 35 the various conveyances of neighbouring landowners at his master's door. " Yes, my lady, both the young ladies are at home," said Brown, and led the way upstairs with unshaken dignity. He had lived iii that house fivc-and-thirty years, beginning as shoe-black and errand boy, and he was proud to hear his master tell his friends how he had risen from the ranks. lie had indulged in some mild pliilanderings with pretty parlour-maids in the days of his youtli, but had never seriously entangled himself, and was a con- firmed bachelor, and something of a misogynist. He was a pattern of honesty and conscientiousness, having no wife and family to bo maintained upon broken victuals and illuminated with filched candle- ends or stolen oil. He had not a single interest outside his master's house, hardly so much as a thought ; and the glory and honour of "family" were his honour and glory. So, as ho ushered Lady Carmichael and her husband to the drawing-room, he was meditating upon what additions to the luncheon he could suggest to cook which might render that meal worthy of such distinguished guests. Sophia was seated by one of the windows, pauiting an orchid in a tall Venetian vase. It was a weakness with these clever girls to think they could do everything. They were not content with Darwin and the new leaming, but they painted indifferently in oils and in water colours, played on various instruments, sang in three languages, and fancied themselves invincible at lawn tenuis. The orchid was top-heavy, and had been tumbling out of the vase every five minutes in a manner that that had been very tiying to the artist's temper, and irritating to Janet, who was grappling with a volume of .Tohann Miiller, in the original, and losing herself in a labyrinth of words beginning witli vcr and ending with licit. They both started up from occupations of which both were tired, and welcomed their visitors with a show of genuine pleasure ; for although tliey had been very determined in their resistance to any- thing like patronage on Juanita's part when she was Miss Dalbrook, they were glad that she should be prompt to recognize the claims of kindred now that she was Lady Carmichael. " How good of you to come \ " exclaimed Janet. " I didn't think you would remember us, at such at time." " Did you think I must forget old friends because I am happy? " said Juanita. " But I mustn't take credit for other people's virtues. It was Godfrey who proposed driving over to see you." " I wanted to show you what a nice couple we make," said Sir Godfrey, gaily, draunng his bride closer to him, as they stood side by side, tall and straight, and glowing with youth and gladness, in the middle of the grave old dra^\^ng-room. " You young ladies were not so cousinly as your brother Theodore. You didn't drive to Cheriton to welcome us home." " If Theo had told us what he was sroinc: to do we should have 36 The Day will come, been very glad to be there too," replied Sophy, " but he rode oEf in the morning without saying a word to anybody." " He is in Germany by this time, I suppose ? " said Juanita. " He is downstairs in the office. His portmanteau has been packed for a week, I believe," explained Janet, "but there is always some fresh business to prevent his starting. My father relies upon him more every day." "Dear, good Theodore, he is quite the cleverest man I know," said Juanita, without the slightest idea of disparaging her husband, whom she considex-ed perfection. " I think he must be very much like what my father was at his age." " People who are in a position to know tell us that he is exactly what his oicn fother was at that age," said Janet, resenting this attempt to trace her brother's gifts to a more distant source. " I don't see why one need go further. My father would not have been trusted as he has been for the last thirty years if he were a simpleton ; and Galton observes " The door opened at this moment, and Theodore came in. He greeted his cousin and his cousin's husband with unaffected friendliness. "It it against my principles to take luncheon," he said, laughingly, as he gave Juanita his hand, " but this is a red-letter day. My father is waiting for us in the dining-room." They all went down stairs together, Theodore leading the way with his cousin, talking gaily as they went down the wide oak staircase, between sober panelled walls of darkest brown. The front part of the gi'ound floor was given np to offices, and the dining-room was built out at the back, a large bright-looking room with a bay window, opening on to a square town garden, a garden of about half an acre, surrounded wth high walls, above which showed the treetops in one of the leafy wan\;s that skirt the town. It was very different to that Italian garden at Cheriton, where the peacocks strutted slowly between long rows of cypresses, where the Italian statues showed white in every angle of the dense green wall, and where the fountain rose and fell with a silvery cadence in the still summer atmosphere. Here there was only a square lawn, just big enougli for a tennis court, and a broad border of hardy flowers, with one especial portion at the end of the garden, where Sophia experi- mented in cross fertilization after the manner of Darwin, seeming for ever upon the threshold of valuable discoveries. Mr. Dalbrook was a fine-looking man of some imascertained age between fifty and sixty. He boasted that he was Lord Cheriton's junior by a year or two, although they had both come to a time of hfe when a year or two more or less could matter verj^ little. He was very fond of Juanita, and he welcome her with especial tenderness in her new character as a bride. He kissed her, and then held her away from him for a minute, with a kindly scrutiny. The Day will come. 37 " Lady Godfrey surpasses Miss Dalbrook," he said, smiling at tlio girl's radiant face. " I suppose now you are going to be the leading ])ersonage in our part of the county. We quiet townspeople will be continuall}' hearing of you, and there will not be a local paper without a notice of your domgs. Anyhow, I am glad you don't forget old friends." lie placed her beside him at the large oval table, on which the handsomest plate and the oldest china had been set forth with a celerity which testified to Brown's devotion. Mr. Dalbrook was one of those sensible people who never waste keep or wages upon a bad horse or a bad servant, whereby his cook was one of the best in Dorchester ; so the luncheon, albeit plain and unpretentious, was a meal of which no man need feel ashamed. Juanita was fond of her uncle, as she called this distant cousin of hers, to distinguish him from the younger generation, and she M-as pleased to be sitting by him, and hearing all the news of the county towTi and the county people who were his clients, and in many cases his friends. It may be that his cousinship with Lord Cheriton had gone as far as his professional acumen to elevate hira in the esteem of town and county, and that some people who would hardly have invited the provincial solicitor for own sake, sent their cards as a matter of course to the law lord's cousin. But there were others who esteemed IMatthew Dalbrook for his own sterling qualities, and who even liked him better than the somewhat severe and self-assertive Lord Cheriton. While Juanita talked confidentially to her kinsman, and while Sir Godfrey discussed the latest theory about the sun, and the probable endurance of our own little planet, with Janet and Sophia, Theodore sat at the bottom of the table, silent and thoughtful, watching the lovely animated face with its look of radiant happiness, and telling liimself that the woman he loved was as far away from him sitting there, within reach of his touch, within the sound of his lowest wliisper, as if she had been in another world. Ho had borne himself bravely on her wedding-day, and smiled back her happy smile, and clasped her hand with a steady grip of friendship ; but niter that ordeal there had been a sad relapse in his fortitude, and he had thought of her ever since as a man thinks of that supremo jiosscssion without which life is worthless — as the miser tliinks of his stolen gold — or the ambitious man of his blighted name. Yes, he had loved her with all the strengtii of his heart and mind, and he knew that he could never again love with the same full measure. He was too wise a man, and too cxi)erienced in life, to tell himself that for him time could have no healing power — that no other Avoman could ever be dear to him ; but he told himself that another love like unto this was impossible, and that all the future could bring hira would be some pale faint copy of this radiant picture. ^S The Day will C07ne. " I suppose it's only one man in fifty who marries his first love," he thought ; and then he looked at Godfrey Carmichael and thought that to him overmuch had been given. He was a fine young fellow, clever, unassuming, with a frank good face ; a man who was liked by men as well as by women ; but what had he done to be worthy of such a wife as Juanita ? Theodore could only answer the question in the words of Figaro, " He had taken the trouble to be born." That one thoughtful guest made no difference in the gaiety of the luncheon table. Llatthew Dalbrook had plenty to say to his beautiful cousin, and Juanita had all the experiences of the last season to talk about, while once having started upon Sir William Thomson and the ultimate exhaustion of the sun's heat, the sisters were not likely to stop. CHAPTER V. " Poor little life that toddles half an hour, Crowned with a flower or two, and there an end — " Sir Gobfeey's device for diverting his wife's mind from the morbid fancies of the previous night answered admirably. She left Dorchester in high spirits, after having invited her cousins to Cheriton for tennis and lunch on the fo]lo\ving day, and after having bade an affectionate good-bye to Theodore, who was to start on his holiday directly he could make an end of some im- portant business now in hand. His father told him laughingly that he might have gone a week earher had he really wanted to go. " I believe there must be some attraction for you in Dorchester, though I am not clever enough to find out what it is," said Mr. Dalbrook, innocently, "for you have been talking about going away for the last fortnight, and yet you don't go." Lady Carmichael had lingered in the homely old house till after- noon tea, had lingered over her tea, telling her cousins all they wanted to know about smart society in London, that one central spot of bright white light in the dull, grey mass of a busy, common- place world, of which she knew so much, and of which they knew so httle. Janet and Sophia professed to be above caring for these things, except from a purely philosophical point of view, as they cared for ants, bees, and wasps ; but they hstened eagerly all the same, with occasional expressions of wonder that human beings could be so trivial. " Five hundred pounds spent in flowers at Lady Drumlock's ball ! " cried Sophy, " and to think that in a few more million years the The Day will come. 39 sun may be as cold as the north pole, and what trace will there bo then of all this butterlly world ? " " Did the Mountains cut a tremendous dash this season ? " asked Janet, frivolously curious about their immediate neighbours, county people who went to London for the season. " Of course you know she had thirty thousand pounds left her by an uncle quite lately. And she is so utterly without brains that I dare say she will spend it all in entertainments." " Oh, they did entertain a good deal, and they did their best, ])00r things, and people went to them," Juanita answered, with a deprecating air ; " but still I should hardly lilce to say that they are m society. In the first place, she has never succeeded in getting the Prince at any ol her dances ; and in the next place, her parties have a cloud of provincial dulness upon them, against which it is in vain to struggle. He can never forget his constituents and his duty to his borough, and that kind of thing does not answer if one wants to give reallj' nice parties. I'm afraid her legacy won't do her much good, poor soul, unless she gets some clever person to show her how to spend it. There is a kind of society instinct, don't you know, and she is without it. I believe the people who give good parties are born, not made — like poets and orators." Sir Godfrey looked down at her, smiling at her juvenile arrogance, which, to his mind, was more bew^itcbing than another woman's humility. " We mean to show them the way next year, if wo take a house in town," he said. "But we are not going to liavc a bouse in town," answered Juanita, quickly. " Why, Godfrey, you know I have done with all that kind of frivolity. We can go to Victoria Street in May, and stay with our people there long enough to see all the pictures and bear some good music, and just rub shoulders with the friends wo like at half a dozen parties, and then w^e will go back to our nest at the Priory. Do you think that I am like Lady Mountain, and want to waste my life upon the society struggle, when I have you ? " It was after five o'clock when they left Dorchester. It was more than half-past seven when they drew near Cheriton, and the sun was setting behind the irregular lino of hills towards Studland. They approached the Manor by one of the most picturesque lanes in the district, a lane sunk between high banks, rugged and rocky, and with here and there a massive tnmk of beech or oak jutting out above the roadwaj', while the gnarled and twisted roots spread over the rough, shelving ground, and seemed to hold up the meadow-land upon the higher level : a dark, secret-looking lane it must have seemed on a moonless night, sunk so deeply between those earth walls, and overshadowed by those gigantic trunks and interlacing branches ; but in this mellow evening light it was a place in which to Imger. There was a right of way through Cheritou Chase, and 40 TJie Day will come. this sunk lane was the favourite approach. A broad carriage drive crossed the Chase and park, skirted the great elm avenue that led to the house, and swept round by a wide semi-circle to the great iron gates which opened on the high-road from Wareham. The steep gable ends of an old Enghsh cottage rose amidst the trees, on the upper ground just outside the gate at the end of the lane. It was a veritable old English cottage, and had been standing at that corner of the park-like meadow for more than two hundred years, and had known but little change during those two centuries. It was a good deal larger than the generality of lodges, and it differed from other lodges insomuch as it stood outside the gate instead of inside, and on a higher level than the road ; but it was a lodge all the same, and the duty of the person who .lived in it was to open the gate of Cheriton Chase to all comers, provided they came in such vehicles as were privileged to enjoy the right of way. There was a line drawn somewhere ; perhaps at coal waggons or tradesmen's carts ; but for the generality of vehicles the carriage road across Cheriton Chase was free. A rosy-faced girl of about fourteen came tripping down the stone steps built into the bank as the carriage approached, and was curtseying at the open gate in time for Sir Godfrey to drive through without slackening the pace. He gave her a friendly nod as ho passed. "Docs Mrs. Porter never condescend to open the gate herself?" he asked Juanita. " Seldom for any one except my father. I think she makes a point of doing it for him, though I believe he would much rather she didn't. You mustn't sneer at her, Godfrey. She is a very un- assuming person, and verj' grateful for her comfortable position here, though she has known better days, poor soul." " That is always such a vague expression. What were the better days like ? " " She is the widow of a captain — in the mercantile marine, I think it is called — a man who was almost a gentleman. She was left very poor, and my father, who knew her husband, gave her the lodge to take care of, and a tiny pension — not so much as I spend upon gloves and shoes, I'm afraid ; and she has lived here contentedly and gratefully for the last ten years. It must be a sadly dull life, for she is an intellectual woman, too refined to associate with upper servants and village tradespeople ; so she has no one to talk to — literally no one — except when the Vicar, or any of us call upon her. But that is not the worst, poor thing," pursued Juanita, drop- ping her voice to a subdued and sorrowful tone ; " she had a great trouble some years ago. You remember, don't you, Godfrey ? " " I blush to say that Mrs. Porter's trouble has escaped my inemorj'." " Oh, you have been so much away ; you woiild hardly hear any» The Day will come. 41 thing about it, perhaps. She had an only daughter — her only child — a very handsome girl, whom she educated most carefully ; and the girl went wrong, and disappeared. I never heard the circum- stances. I was not supposea to know, but I know she vanished suddenly, and that there was a good deal of fuss with mother, and the servants, and the Vicar ; and Mrs. Porter's hair began to whiten from that time, and people who had not cared much for her before were so sorry that they grew quite fond of her." "It is a common story enough," said Godfrey, "what could a handsome girl do — except go wrong — in such a life as that. Did she open the gate whUe she was here ? " " Only for my father, I beheve. !RIrs. Porter has always contrived to keep a girl in a pinafore, hke that girl you saw just now. All the girls come from the same family, or have done for the last six or seven years. As soon as the girl grows out of her pinafores she goes otf to some better service, and a younger sister drops into her place." " And her pinafores, I suppose." " Mrs. Porter's girls always do well. She has a reputation for making a good servant out of the raw material." " A clever woman, no doubt ; very clever, to have secured a lodgc- kecper's berth -without being obliged to open the gate ; a woman who knows how to take care of herself." " You ought not to disparage her, Godfrej'. The poor thing has known so much trouble — think of what it was to lose the daughter she loved — and in such a way — worse than death." "I don't know about that. Death means the end. A loving mother might rather keep the sinner than lose the saint, and the sinner may wash herself clean and become a saint — after the order of Mary Magdalene. If this Mrs. Porter had been really devoted to her daughter she would have followed her and brought her back to the fold. She would not be here, loading a life of genteel idleness in that picturesque old cottage while the lost sheep is still astray iu the wilderness." "You are very hard upon her, Godfrey." " I ara hard upon all shams and pretences. I have not spoken to Mrs. Porter above half a dozen times in my life — she never opens the gate for me, you know — but I have a fixed impression that slio is a hj^ocrite — a harmless hypocrite, perhaps — one of those women whose chief object in hfe is to stand well with the Vicar of her parish." They were at the hall door by this time, and it was a quarter to eight. " Let us sit in the drawing-room this evening, Godfrey," said Juanita, as she ran o(T to dress for dinner. "The library would give me the horrors after last night." " My capricious one. You will be tired of the drawing-rooin to- 42 The Day will come. morrow. I should not be surprised if you ordered me to sit on the housetop. We might rig up a tent for afternoon tea between two chimney stacks." Juanita made a rapid toilet, and appeared in one of her graceful cream-white tea-gowns, veiled in a cloud of softest lace, just as the clocks were striking eight. She was all gaiety to-night, just as she had been all morbid apprehension last night ; and when they went to the drawing-room after dinner — together, for it was not to be sup- posed that Sir Godfrey would linger over a solitary glass of claret — she flew to the grand piano and began to play Tito Mattel's famous waltz, which seemed the most consummate expression of joyousness possible to her. The brilliant music filled the atmosphere with gaiety, while the face of the player, turned to her husband as she played, harmonized with the lighthearted melody. The drawing-room was as frivolously pretty as the library was soberly grand. It was Lady Cheriton's taste which had ruled here, and the room was a kind of record of her ladyship's travels. She had bought pretty things or curious things wherever they took her fancy, and had brought them home to her Cheriton drawing-room. Thus the walls were hung with Algerian embroideries on damask or satin, and decorated with Ehodian pottery. The furniture was a mixture of old French and old Itahan. The Dresden tea services and ivory statuettes, and capo cli inonte vases, and Copenhagen figures, had been picked up all over the Continent, without any regard to their combined effect ; but there were so many things that the ulti- mate result was delightful, the room being spacious enough to hold everything without the shghtest appearance of over-crowding. The piano stood in a central position, and was draped with a Japanese robe of state — a mass of rainbow-hued embroidery on a ground of violet satin almost covered with gold thread. It was the most gorgeous fabric Godfrey Carmichael had ever seen, and it made the piano a spot of vivid parti-coloured light, amidst the more subdued colouring of the room — the silvery silken curtains, the delicate Indian mushn draperies, and the didl tawny plush coverings of sofas and chairs. The room was lighted only by clusters of wax candles, and a reading-lamp on a small table near one of the wmdows. It was a rule that wherever Sir Godfrey spent his evening there must always be a readmg-table and lamp ready for him. He showed no eagerness for his books yet awhile, but seemed completely happy lolling at full length on a sofa near the piano, listening and watching as Juanita played. She played more of Mattel's brilliant music — another waltz — an arrangement of Non e ver — and then dashed into one of Chopin's wildest mazurkas, with an audacious self-abandonment that was almost genius. Godfrey listened rapturously, delighted with the music for its own sake, but even more delighted for the gladness which it expressed. The Day will come. 43 Sho stopped at last, breathless, after Mendelssohn's Capriccio. Godfrey had risen from the sofa and was standing by her side. " I'm afraid I must have tired you to death," she said, " but I had a strange sort of feeUng that I must go on playing. That music was a safety-valve for my high spirits." "My darling, I am so glad to see that you have done with imaginary woes. We may have real troubles of some kind to face by-and-by, perhaps, as we go down the hill, so it would be very foohsh to abandon ourselves to fancied sorrows while we are on the top." " Real troubles — j'^cs — sickness, anxiety, the fear of parting," said .Tuaiiita, in a troubled voice. "Oh, Godfrey, if we were to give half our fortune to the poor — if wc were to make some great sacri- licc — do you thinlc God would spare us such pangs as these — tlie fear — the homble fear of being parted from cacli other? " " My dearest, we cannot make a bargain with Providence. We can only do our duty, and hope for the best." " At any rate, let us be very — very good to the poor," urged Juanita, with intense earnestness ; " let us have their prayers to plead for us." The night was warm and still, and the windows were all open to the terrace. Godfrey and Juanita took their coffee in their favourite corner by the magnolia tree, and sat there for a long time in the soft light of the stars, talking the old sweet talk of then- future life. " We must drive to Swanage and see Lady Jane to-morrow," said Juanita by-and-by. " Don't you think it was very wrong to go to see my people — only cousins after all — before we went to your mother?" " She will come to us, dear, directly we give her permission. I know she is dying to see you in your new character." " How lovely she looked at the wedding, in her pale grey gown and bonnet. I love her almost as well as I love my own dear, good, indulgent mother, and I think she is the most perfect lady I ever met." " I don't think you'll find her ven,' much like the t}'pical mother- in-law, at any rate," replied Godfrey, gaily. Tiioy decided on driving to Swanage next morning. They would go in the landau, and bring " the mother " back with them for a day or two, if she could be persuaded to come. Juanita stifled a yawn presently, and seemed somewhat languid after her sleepless night and long day of talk and vivacity. " I am getting very stupid company," she said. " I'll go to bed early to-night, Godfrey, and leave you an hour's quiet with ' Wider Horizons.' I know you are longing to go on ^\^th that book, but your chatterbox wife won't let you." Of course he protested that her society was worth more than all 44 ^>^ in honour of his father, the crockery dealer, and his mother, the busy, anxious house-wife. The sarcophagus was plain and unpretentious, hardly too good for the shopkeeper ; yet with a certain solid dignity which was not unbefitting the law-lord, almost as massive as that mammoth cross wliich marks the resting-place of Henry Brougham in tho fair southern land. Ho had chosen tho monument with uttermost care, so that it might serve the double purpose. Ho had looked at the broad blank panel many a time, wondering how his own name would look upon it, and whether his daughter would have a laurel wreath sculptured alcove it. It might be that admiring friends would suggest his being laid in the Abbey, hard by those shabby disused courts where ho had pleaded and sat in judgment through so many laborious years ; and it might be that the suggestion would be accepted by Dean and Chapter, and that the panel on the Dorchester sarcophagus would remain blank. James Dalbrook knew that he had deserved well of posterity, and, above all, of the ruling powers. He had been staunch and un- wavering in his adherence to his owTi party, and he knew that he had a strong claim upon any Conservative Ministrj'. He had sounded those in authority, and he had been assured that there would be very little difllculty in getting Sir Godfrey Carmichael a peerage by- and-by, wdien ho, Lord Cheriton, should be no more. Sir Godfrey's family was one of the oldest in tho country, and ho had but to deserve well of his party, when he had got his scat, to insure future favours. As the owner of the Cheriton and Milbrook estates, ho would be a wortliy candidate for one of those coronets which seem to be dealt round so freely by expiring Ministries, as it were a dying father dividing his treasures among his weeping children. So far as any man can think with satisfaction of the days when he shall be no more — and when this world will go on, badl\-, of course, but some- how, Avithout him — Lord Chcriton thought of those far-otV years when Godfrej' Carmichael should bo owner of Cheriton Chase. Tho young man had shown such fine qualities of heart and mind, and, above all, had given such unobtrusive evidence of liis afTection for Juanita's father, that tho elder man must needs give measure for measure ; therefore Godfrey had been to Lord Cheriton almost as a son. The union of his humbly bom daughter with one of the oldest families in the south of England gratified the pride of tho self-made man. His own pedigree might be of the lowliest ; but his grandson 6o The Day will come. would be able to look back upon a long line of ancestors, glorified by many a patrician alliance. Strong and stern as was the fabric of James Dalbrook's mind, be was not superior to the Englishman's foible, and he loved rank and ancient lineage. He was a Tory to the core of his heart ; and it was the earnestness and thoroughness of his convictions which had given him weight with his part3\ Wherever he spoke or whatever he wrote — and he had written much upon current politics in the Saturday Review, and the higher- class monthlies — bore the stamp of a Cromwellian vigour and a Cromwellian sincerity. He had never felt more at ease than upon that balmy summer morning, pacing those golden sands in quiet meditation — brooding over Juanita's last letter received overnight — with its girlish raptures, its girlish dreams ; picturing her in the near future as happy a mother as she was a bride, with his grandson, the third Baron Cheriton of the future, in her lap. He smiled at his own foolishness in thinking of that first boy-baby by the title which was but one of the possibilities of a foreshadowed sequence of events ; yet he found himself repeating the words idly, to the rhythm of the wavelets that curled and sparkled near his feet — third Baron Cheriton, Godfrey Dalbrook Carmichael, third Baron Cheriton. Tbe cathedral clock was striking nine as he went into the hotel. The light breakftxst of coffee and rolls was laid on a small round table near the window. Lady Cheriton was sitting in a recess between the massive stone columns which supported the balcony above, reading yesterday's Morning Post in her soft grey cashmere peignoir, whose flowing lines gave dignity to her figure. Her dark hair, as yet untouched by time, was arranged with an elegant sim- plicity. The fine old lace about her throat harmonized admirably with the pale olive of her complexion. She looked up at her hus- band with her placid smile, and gave him her hand in affectionate greeting. " What a morning, James ! One feels it a privilege to hve. What a superb day it would be for Mont St. Michel ! " " A thirty-mile drive in the dust ! Do you really think that it is the best use to which to put a summer day ? You may be sure there will be plenty of worthy people of the same opinion, and that the rock will swarm with cheap tourists, and pretty little Madame Poulard will be put to the pin of her collar to feed them all." She had seated herself at the table by this time, and was pouring out coffee with a leisurely air, smiling at her husband all the time, thinking him the greatest and wisest of men, even when he restrained her social instincts. She was never tired of looking at that massive face, with its clearly defined features, sharply cut jaw, and largo grey eyes — dark and deep as the eyes of the earnest thinker rather than the shrewd observer. The strong projection of the lower brow The Day ivill come. 6r indicatcfl keen perceptions, and the power of rapid judginoiit; but above the perceptive organs the npper brow towered majestically, giving the promise of a mind predominant in the regions of thonght and imagination — snch a brow as we look upon with reverence in the portraits of Walter Scott. Intellectually the brow was equal to Scott's ; morally there was something wanting. Neither benevolence nor veneration was on^ par with the reasoning faculties. Tory principles with Lord Cheriton wei'e not so much the result of an upward-looking nature as they were with Scott. This, at least, is the opinion at which a iihrc- nologist might have arrived after a careful contemplation of that l)0werful brow. Lord Cheriton sipped his coffee, and leaned back in his arm-chair, with his face to the morning sea. lie sat in a lazy attitude, still thoughtful, with those pleasant thoughts which are the repose of the working man's brain. The tide was going out ; the rocky islets stood high out of the water ; the sands were widening, till it seemed almost as if the sea were vanishing altogether from this beautiful bay. " I suppose they will finish their honeymoon in a week or two, and move on to the Priory," said Lord Cheriton, by-and-by, reveal- ing tlie subject of his reverie. '' Yes, Juanita says we may go home as early as the second week in August if wc like. She is to bo at the Priory in time to settle down before the shooting begins. They will have visitors in Sep- tember — his sisters, don't you know — the Morningsides and the Grenvilles, and children and nurses — a house full. Lady Jane ought to be there to help her to entertain." " I don't think Nita will want any help. She will be mistress of the situation, depend upon it, and would bo if there were forty mar- ried sisters with their husbands and belongings. She seemed to be mistress of us all at Cheriton? " " She is so clever," sighed the mother, remembering that Cheriton House would no longer be under that girlish sovereignty. The grave looking French-Swiss valet appeared with a telegram on a salver. " Who can have sent me a 'pet'd hlcuc ? " exclaimed Lord Cheriton. who was accustomed to receive a good many of those little blue en- velopes when he was in Paris, but expected no such communications at St. Male. Before leaving for his holiday he had impressed upon laiid steward and house steward that he was not to be bothered about anything. " If there is anything wanted you will communicate with Messrs. Dalbrook," he said. "They have full powers." And yet here was some worrying message — some question about a lease or an agreement, or somebody's rick had been burnt, or somebody's chimney had fallen through the roof. He opened tlie 62 The Day will come. little envelope witli a vexed air, resentful of an nnexpccted annoy- ance. He read the message, and then sat blankly staring ; read again, and rose from his seat suddenly with a cry of horror. Never in his life had he experienced such a shock ; never had those kon nerves, that heart, bmiied hard in the furnace of this world's strife, been so tried. He stood aghast, and could only give the little paper — with its type-printed syllables — to his scared wife, while he stood gazmg at summer sky and summer sea in a blank helplessness, reahzing dimly that something had happened which must change the whole course of the future, and overthrow every plan he had ever made. " The third Baron Cheriton." Strange, Ivut in that awful moment the words he had repeated idly on the sands half an hour ago echoed again in his ear. Alas, he felt as if that title for which he had toiled was already extinct. He saw, as in a vision, the velvet cap and golden coronet upon the coffin lid, as the first and last Lord Cheriton was carried to his grave. That prophetic vision must needs be realized within a few years. There would be no one to succeed him. Murdered ! Why ? By whom ? What devil had been conjured out of hell to cut short that honest, stainless life ? What had God- frey Carmichael done that a murderer's hand should be raised against him ? Lady Cheriton's softer nature found relief in tears before the day was done ; tears and agonized pacings up and down those rooms where life had been so placid in the sunhght — agonized supplications that God would take pity upon her widowed girl. " So young, and so happy, and a widow — a widow before her nineteenth birthday," wailed the mother. Lord Cheriton's grief was of a sterner kind, and found no outlet in words. He held a brief consultation with his valet, a soldierly looking man, who had fought under Garibaldi in Burgundy, when the guerilla captain made his brilliant endeavour to save sinking France. They looked at time-tables and calculated hours. The express to Paris would not arrive in time for the evening mail via Calais and Dover. It was Saturday. The cargo boat would cross to Southampton that niglit, and influence would obtain accommoda- tion for his Lordship and party on board her. The valet took a fly and drove off to the quay to find the South-Western superintendent, and secure a private cabin for his master and mistress. They would have the boat to themselves, and would be at Southampton at seven o'clock next morning, and at Cheriton before noon, even if it were necessary to engage a special engine to take them there. Lord Cheriton telegraphed to his daughter. "Your mother and I will be with you to-morrow morning. Be brave for our sakes. Kemember that you are all we have to live for." The Day will come. 63 Another telegram to the house-steward ordered a close carriage to be in attendance at Wareham Station at ten o'clock on Sunday morning. " How quietlj' j'ou bear it, James," his wife told Lord Chcriton, wonderingly, when the mode of their return had been arranged, and her maid was packing her trunks, with those soberly handsome gowns which had been the wonder of many a butterfly Parisienne. She called him by his Christian name now as in their earliest years of wedded hfe. It was only on ceremonious occasions, and when the eye of society was upon her, that she addressed him by his title. That stern quietude of his, the fine features set and rigid, frightened her more than a loquacious grief would have done. And yet she hardly knew whether he felt the calamity too much for words ; or whether he did not feel it enough. " Poor Godfrey," she sighed, " he was so good to me — all that a son could have been — murdered ! My God ! my God ! how horrible. If it had been any other kind of death one might bear it — and yet that lie should die at all would be too dreadful. So j'oung, so handsome — cut otf in the flower of his days ! And she loved him so. She has loved him all her Hfe. What ^vill become of her without him ? " " What will become of her ? " that was the mother's moaning cry all through that dreary day. Lord Chcriton paced the sands as far as he conld go from that giddy multitude in front of the soa wall — beyond the little rocky ridge by the pleasant Hotel dcs Bains, where the young mothers, and nurses, and children, and homel}', easj^-going visitors congre- gate — away towards Cancale, whore all was loneliness. He walked up and down, meditating upon his blighted hopes. He knew now that he had loved this young man almost as well as he loved his own daughter, and that his death had shattered as fair a fabric as ever ambition built on the further side of the grave. " She will go in mourning for him all the days of my life, perhaps," he thought, " and then some day after I am in my grave she Avill fall in love with an adventurer, and the estate I love and the fortune I have saved will be squandered on the Tmf or thrown awaj^ at Monte Carlo." A grim smile curled his lip at a grim thought, as he paced that lonely shore beyond the jutting cliff and the villa on the point. "I am sorry I left the Bench when I did," bethought; ''it would have been something to have put on the black cap and passed sentence upon that poor lad's murderer." Who was his min-derer, and what the motive of the crime ? Those were questions which Lord Chcriton had been asking himself with maddening iteration through that intolerable summer day. He welcomed the fading sunlight of late afternoon. He could eat 64 The Day will come. nothing ; would not even sit down to make a pretence of dining ; but waited chafing in the gi-eat stone hall of the liotcl for the carriage that was to take him and his wife to the steamer. CHAPTER VIII. " The stars move still, Time runs, the clock will strike." Trains were favoiu'ahle, and there was no necessity for a special engine to carry Lord Cheriton and his wife to the house of mourning. It was not yet noon when the closed landau drove in at the chief gate of the park, not that side gate in the deep, rocky lane, of which Mrs. Porter was custodian. One of the gardeners lived at the lodge, and it was he who opened the gate this Sunday morning. Lord Cheriton stopped the carriage to question him. He had heard a full account of the mm'der already from the station-master at Wareham. "Have they found the murderer?" he asked. " No, my Lord ; I'm afraid they're not likely to — begging your Lordship's pai'don for venturing an opinion." The man was an old servant, and altogether a superior person. " Were the gates locked at the usual time on Friday night? " " Yes, my Lord — the gates were locked, but that wouldn't keep out a foot-passenger. There's the turnstile in the lane." " Of course. Yes, yes. A London detective has been at work, I hear." "Yes, my Lord; came yesterday before two o'clock, and has been about with Barber ever since." " And have they discovered nothing? " " Nothing, my Lord — or if they have it has been kept dark." Lord Cheriton asked no further questions. The man was right. A detective from Scotland Yard was not Hkely to talk about any minor discoveries that he might have made. Only the one grand dis- covery of the guilty man would have been made known. Five minutes later the carriage drew up in front of the hall door. What a blank and melancholy look the fine old house had with all the windows darkened. It did not look so dismal as a London house with its level rows of windows and its flat facade would have looked under similar conditions ; for here there was variety of mullion and moulding, bay-windows and oriel, dormer and lattice, and over all the growth of lovely creeping plants, starry clematis and passion-flower, clustering Banksia roses and waxen magnolia, an infinite beauty of form and colour. Yet the blind windows were The Day will come. 65 lucre, with their tUiU, dead look and chilling^ suggestion of dcatli. Lady Cheriton looked at tlie house for a moment or so as she got out of the carriage, and then burst into tears. It seemed to her as if slie had scarcely realized the stern reality till that moment. She went straight to her daughter's boudoir, a room with an oriel window looking across the wide expanse of the park, where the tnrf lay openest to the sunsiiine, and where the deer were wont to congregate. The garden was at its narrowest point just below this window, and consisted only of a broad gravel path, and a strip of llowers at the toj) of a steep grass bank that sloped down to the ha- lia which divided garden and park. The room was full of Juanita's girlish treasures — evidencies of fancies that had passed like summer clouds — accomplishments begun and abandoned — a zither in one corner — a guitar and a mandolin against the wall — an easel in front of one window — a gigantic rush work-basket lined with amber satin and crammed with all manner of silks, wools, scraps, and unfinished undertakings in another. The room remained just as she had left it when she went to London at the begiiniing of ^May. She had not occupied it during her honeymoon ; and perhajis that was the reason she was here now in her desolation, sitting silent, statue-like, with Lady Jane by her side, on a sofa opposite the oriel. She lifted her c^'elids when her mother came into the room, and looked up at her in speechless despair. She uttered no word of greeting, but sat dmnbiy. Lady Cheriton went over to her, and knelt by her side, and then, feebly, automatically, the widowed girl put her limp, cold liandinto her mother's and hid her bloodless face upon her mother's breast. Lady Cheriton held her there with one hand while she stretched out her other hand to Lady Jane. •• Dear Lady Jane, how good of you to be with her — to comfort hor." " Where else should I be? — I want to be near him ! " The gentle blue eyes filled with tears, the gracious head tremliled n little. Then came a long shivering sigh and silence. Tiio mother knelt beside the sola with her child's head leaning forward upon her matronly bosom. There may have been some comfort perhaps in that contact, some recurrence of the thoughts and (eclings of earlier years, when the mother could console every grief and soothe every pain. No words camo to cither of those mourners. What could be said in mitigation of a sorrow that seemed to ofler no point of relief, no counter-balancing good. There was nothing to be done but to sit still and suffer. The silence lasted long, and then Juanita lifted her head sud- denly from its heavy repose and looked fixedly in her mother's face. •' My father has come back with you ? " sho asked. "Yes, dearest. We did not lose an hour. Had there been any quicker way of travelling we would have been here sooner." " My father will be able to Una the murderer," said Juanita, n 66 The Day will come. scarcely hearing her mother's words, intent upon her own thought. " A great lawyer as he was ; a judge, too ; he must be able to trace the murderer — to bring him to justice — to take a lil'e for a life. Oh, God ! " with a shrill agonizing cry, " could a thousand lives give me back one hour of that one life? Yet it will be something — some- thing — to know that his murderer has been killed— killed shame- fully, ui cold blood, in the broad light of day. Oh, God, thou Avenger of wrong, make his last hours bitter to him, make his last moments hopeless ; let him see the gates of hell opening before him when he stands trembling with the rope round his neck." There was an intensity of hatred in this vindictive appeal, which thrilled the two listeners with an icy horror. It was like a blast from a fi'ozen region blowing suddenly ui their faces, and the}' shivered as they heard. Could it be the girl they knew, the loving, lovable girl, w^ho, in those deep, harsh tones, called upon her God lor vengeance and not for mercy ? '• Oh, my love, my poor heart-broken love, pray to Him to have ]jity upon us ; ask Him to teach us how to bow to the rod, how to bear His chastisement. That is the lesson we have to learn," pleaded Lady Jane, tearful and submissive, even in the depth of sorrow. " Is it ? My lesson is to see justice done upon the wretch who killed my husband — the malignant, the merciless devO. There was not one of those slayers of women and children in the Indiaii mutiny worse than the man who killed my love. What had he done — he, the kindest and best — generous, frank, pitiful to all who ever came in his way — what had he done to provoke any man's enmity ? Oh, God, when I remember how good he was, and how much brighter and better the world was for having him " She began to pace the room, as she had paced it again and again in her slow hours of agony, her hands clasped above her dishevelled head, her gi-eat dark eyes — so dovehke in their hours of love and happiness — burning with an angry light, lurid almost, in the excite- ment of her fevered brain. There had been times when Lady Jane had feared that reason must give way altogether amidst this wild dehrium of grief. She had stayed to watch, and to console, for- getting her own broken heart, putting aside aU considerations of her own sorrow as something that might have its way afterwards, iu order to comfort this passionate mourner. Comfort, even from affection such as this, was unavailing. Now and again the girl tm-ned her bunung eyes upon the mother's pale, resigned face, and for a moment a thought of that chastened, gentle grief softened her. '' Dear, dear Lady Jane, God made you better than any otliev woman on this earth, I believe," she cried amidst her anguish. '• The saints and martyrs must have been like you, but I am not. I am not made like that. I camul kiss the rod." The meeting between Jiuu/.d and her father was more painful to The Day will come. 67 him than to lier. She hung upon iiis neck in teverish excitement, ini])lonng him to avenge her liusband. " You can do it," she urged ; " you who are so clever must know how to bring the murderer's guilt home to him. You will find him, will you not, fother '? He cannot have gone very far. He cannot have got out of the countiy yet. TJiink, it was only Friday. I was a happj'' woman upon Friday ; only think of that — happy — sit- ting by Godfrey's side in the phaeton, driving through the sunset, and tliinkiug how beautiful the world was and what a pri\-ilcge it was to live. I had no more foreboding than the skylark had singing above our heads. And in less than an hour after midnight my darling was dead. Oh, God, how sudden ! I cannot even remem- ber his last words. He kissed me as he left me at my bedroom door— kissed me and said something. I cannot remember what it was ; but I can hear the sound of his voice still — I shall hear it all my life." Lord Cheriton let her ramble on. He had, alas, so httle to say to her, such sorry comfort to offer. Only words, mere words — which must needs sound idle and hollow in the ear of grief, frame his consolatory speeches with what eloquence he might. He could do nothing for her, since he could not give her back her dead. This wild cry Ibr.vengeance shocked him from those young lips ; yet it was natural perhaps. He too would give much to see the assasshi sutler ; he too felt that the dock and the gallows would be too trivial a punishment for that accursed deed. He had looked upon the marble face of him who was to have been the second Baron Cheriton — looked upon it in its placid repose, and had sworn wthin himself to do all that ingenuity could do to avenge that cruel murder. " He could not liave had an enemy," he told himself, "unless it was some wretch who hated him for being happy and beloved." He had a long talk with Mr. Luke Churton, the London detective, who had exhausted all his means without arriWng at any satisfactory result. "I confess, my Lord, that I am altogether at a standstill," said Mr. Churton, when he had related all that he had done since his arrival on the scene early on Saturday afternoon. " The utmost information I have been able to obtain leaves me without one definite idea. There is no one in the neighbourhood open to sus- picion, so far as I can make out ; for I am sure your Lordship will agree with me that yom- butler's notion of a poacher resenting your treatment by the murder of your son-in-law is much too thin. One cannot accept such a notion as that for a moment," said Mr. Churton, shaking his head. " No, that is an untenable idea, no doubt." ''The next suggestion is that some person was prowling about with the intention of abstracting trinkets and other valuabfes fnn.i 68 The Day zvill come. the diawing-room — in an unguarded moment when the room might happen to be empty — and I admit that the present fashion of cover- ing drawing-room tables and cabinets with valuables of every description is calculated to suggest plunder ; but that kind of thing would be probable enough in London rather than in the country, and nothing is more unlikely than that a prowler of that order would resort to murder. Again, the manner in which the body Avas found, with the open book lying close to the hand that had held it, goes far to prove that Sir Godfrey was shot as he sat reading — and at a time when a burglar could have no motive for shooting him." " Do you think it was the act of a lunatic ? " " NOj my Lord, for in that event the murderer Avould have been heard of or found before now. The gardens, park, and chase have been most thoroughly searched under my superintendence. It is not possible for a lap-dog to be hidden anywhere within this demesne. The neighbouring villages — solitary cottages — commons and copses — have been also submitted to a searching investigation — the police all over the country are on the alert. Of course the crime is still of very recent date. Time to us seems longer than it really is." " No doubt, no doubt ! I can find no other hj-pothesis than that the act was done by a madman — such a motiveless murder — a man sitting by a window reading — shot by an imknown hand from a garden terrace — remote from the outer worlds Were we in Ireland the crime might seem commonplace enough. Sir Godfrey was a landowner — and that alone is an otfence against the idle and the law- less in that unhappy country, — but here, in the midst of an orderly, God-fearing population " " Had Sir Godfrey no enemy, do you think, my Lord .'' " asked the detective, gravely. " The crime has the look of a vendetta." " There never was a young man, OAvner of a considerable estate, more universiilly beloved. His tenants adore him — for as a landlord he has been exceptionally indulgent." " He may have granted too much in some quarters, and too little in others." " No, no. He has been judicious in his liberahty, and he has a capital bailiff, an old man who was a servant on this estate many years ago." " But there are other influences," said the detective, musingly. " AVhenever I meet with a crime of this kind — motiveless apparently — 1 remember the Eastern Prince — I think he was one of those long- headed Orientals, wasn't he, my Lord, w'ho used to ask, ' Who is she ? ' In a thoroughly dark case I always suspect a woman Ijehind the curtain. Sir Godfrey had been independent of all control for a good many years — and a yomig man of fortune, handsome, open- hearted, with only a mother to look after him — well, my Lord, you know the kind of thing that generally happens in such cases." The Day will come. 69 " You mean tliat my son-in-law may have been involved in some disreputable intrigue ? " " I don't say disreputable, my Lord ; but I venture to suggest that there may have been some — ahem — some awkward entangle- ment — with a married woman, for instance, — and the husband — or another lover — may have belonged to tlic criminal classes. There are men who think very little of murder when they fancj' themselves ill-used by a woman. Half the midnight brawls, and nearly half the murders, in the metropolis are caused by jealousy. I know what a large factor that is in the sum-total of crime, and unless you are sure there was no entanglement " " I am as sure as I can be of anything outside my own existence. I don't believe that Sir Godfrey ever cared for any woman in his life except my daughter." " He might not have cared, my Lord, but he might have been drawn in," suggested Mr. Churton. " Young men are apt to bo weak where women are concerned ; and women know that, un- fortunately, and they don't scruple to use their power; not the best of 'em even." Y'oung men are apt to be weak. Yes, Lord Cheriton had seen enough of the world to know that tliis was true. It was just pos- sible that in that young life, which had seemed white as snow to the eye of kindred and friends, tlicre had been one dark secret, one cor- roding stain, temptation yielded to, promises given — never to be fulfilled. Such things have been in many lives, in inost lives, per- haps, could we know all. Lord Cheriton thought, as he sat silently meditating upon the detective's suggestions. Lady Jane might know something about her son's past, perhaps, something that she might have kept locked in the beneficent maternal heart. He determined to sound her delicately at the earliest opportunity. But on being sounded Lady Jane repudiated any such possil)ility. No. again and again no. His youth had been spotless ; no hint of an intrigue had ever reached her from any quarter. He had chosen Iiis friends among the most honourable young men at the University — his anmscments had been such as became a young Englishman of exalted position — he had never stooped to low associations or even doubtful company ; and from his boyhood upwards he had adored Juanita. "That love alone would have kept him right," s;ud Lady Jane; " but I do not believe that it was in his nature to go wrong." It would seem, therefore, that the detective's suspicion was gi'ound- less. Jealousy could not have been the motive of the crime. " If any of us could be sure that we know each other I ought to accept Lady Jane's estimate of her son," thought Lord ( 'lieriton ; " but there is always the possibility of au unrevealed nature — one phase in a character that has escaped discovery. I am almost in- 70 The Day ivill conic. clined to tliiiik the detective may have hit upon the truth. Tliere 'imist have been a motive for this devilish act — unless it were done by a maniac." The latter supposition seemed hardly probable. Lunacy wander- ing loose about the country Avould have betrayed itself before now. It was past five upon that summer afternoon, and Lord Cheriton, having seen his daughter and interviewed the detective, was saunter- ing idly about the gardens in the blank hours before dinner. That meal would be served as usual, no doubt, at eight o'clock, with all due state and ceremony. The cook and her maids were busied about its preparation even now in tliis tranquil hoiir when afternoon melts into evening, sliding so softly from day to night that only those evening hymns of the birds — and on Sundays those melan- choly church bells thrilling across the woods — mark the transition. They were scraping A'egetables and whipping eggs whUe the birds were at vespers, and they were talking of the murder as they went about their work. When would they ever cease to gloat with glioulish gusto on that deadly theme, with endless iteration of "says he " and " says she " ? Lord Cheriton left the stately garden with its quadruple lines of cypress and juniper, its marble balustrades, and clipped ycAV hedges hve feet thick, its statues and alcoves. He passed through a little gate, and across a classic single-arched bridge to the park, where he sauntered slowly beneath his immemorial elms, in a strange dream- like frame of mind, in which he allowed his senses to be beguiled by the balmy afternoon atmosphere and the golden light, until the all- pervading consciousness of a gi'eat giief, which had been with him all day, slipped off him for the moment, leaving onlj' a feeling of luxurious repose, rest after labour. Cheriton Chase was exercising its wonted influence upon him. He loved the place with that deep love which is often felt by the hereditary owner, the man born on the soil, but perhaps still oftenor, and to a greater degi-ee by him who has conquered and won the land by his own hard labour of head or hand, bj^ that despicable personage, the self-made man. In all his wanderings — those luxurious reposeful joumeyings of the man who has conquered fortune — JamesDalbrook's heart yearned towards these ancient avenues and yonder grey walls. House and domain had all the charm of antiquity, and yet they were in a measure his own creation. ]*]verywhere had his hand improved and beautified ; and he might say with Augustus that where he' found brick he would leave marble. The dense green walls — those open- air courts and quadrangles — those obelisks of cjqjress and juniper had been there in the dominion of the Strangways, ■nath here and there a mouldering stone Syrinx or a moss-grown Pan ; but it was he who brought choicest marbles from Rome and Florence to adorn that stately pleasaunce ; it was he who erected yonder fountain, whose waters made a monotonous music by day and night. The The Day tuill came. ^t marble balustrades, tlie mosaic floors, the artistic enricbmcnt of terrace and mansion bad been his work. If the farms were perfect it was he wlio had made them so. If his tenants were contented it was because he had shown liimself a model landlord — considerate and liberal, but severely exacting, satsified with nothing less than perfection. Ilavmg thus in a manner created hi^ estate James Dalbrook loved it, as a proud, self-contained man is apt to love the work of his own hands, and now in lliis quiet Sunday afternoon the very atmosphere of the place soothed him, as if by a spell. A kind of sensuous contentment stole into his heart, with temporary forgctfulness of his daughter's ruined life. But this did not last long. As he drew near the drive by which strangers, were allowed to cross the park by immemorial right, he remembered that he had questioned one of the lodge-keepers, but not the other. He strui;k across an open glade where only old hawthorn trees cast their rugged shadows on the close-cropped turf, and made for the gate oi)ening into the lane. ^Irs. Porter's cottage had its usual aspect, a cottage such as any gentleman nr lady of refined taste might have been pleased to inhabit, quaint, juediajval, with heavy timbers across rough cast walls, deep-set casements, picturesque dormers, ami thatched roof, witli gable ends which were a source of rapture to every artist who visited Cheriton — a cottage embowered in loveliest creeping plants, odorous of jasmine and woodbine, and set in a garden where the standard roses and carnations were rumoured to excel those in her ladyship's own particular i lower-garden. AVcll might a lady avIio had known better days rejoice in such a haven ; more especially when those better days appeared to have raised her no higher than the status of a merchant-cajitain's wife. Very lew people about Cheriton envied her laasket which suggested ferns, and in which she always carried a trowel, to give the look of casual botany to her housewifely errands. "I wonder whether Lord Cheriton allows her an income for doing nothing, or is it only house, and coals, and candles that she gets? " speculated the curate's wife, who lived in a 1u-and new villa on the outskirts of Cheriton village — a villa that was shabby and dilapidated after three years' occupation, through whose thin walls all the winds 72 The Day will come. of winter blew, and wliose slate roof made the upper floor like a bakehouse under the summer sun. Lord Cheriton, still sauntering in gloomy meditation, came to Ihe cottage garden outside his gates, and found Mrs. Porter standing among her roses, — a tall, black figiu-e, the very pink and pattern of respectability, with her prayer-book in one hand and a gi-ey silk sunshade in the other. She turned at the sound of those august footsteps, and came to the little garden gate to greet her benefactor, with a grave countenance, as befitted the circumstances. " Good afternoon," he said briefly. " Have you just come from church ? " " Yes, I have been to the children's service." "Not very interesting, I should imagine, for anybody past childhood?" " It is something to do on a Sunday afternoon, and I like to he Mr. Kempster talk to the children." "Do you? Well, there is no accounting for tastes. Can you tell me anything about my son-in-law's murderer? Have you seen any suspicious characters hanging about? Did you notice any one going into the park on Friday night ? " " No, I have not seen a mortal out of the common way. The gate was locked at the usual hour. Of course the gate would make no dift'erence — it would be easy for any one to get into the park." " And no one was seen about? It is extraordinary. Have you any idea, Mrs. Porter, any theory about this horrible calamity that has come upon us? " '• How should I have any theory? I am not skilled in finding ciut such mysteries, like the man who came from London yesterday. Has lie made no discoveries ? " "Not one." " Then you can't expect me to throw a light upon the subject." " You have an advantage over the London detective. Yoti know the neighbourhood — and you know what kind of man Sir Godfrey was." "Yes, I know that. How handsome he was, how frank and pleasant looking, and how your daughter adored him. They were a beautiful couple." Her wan cheeks flushed, and her eyes kindled as she spoke, as if with a genuine enthusiasm. '• They were, and tliey adored each other. It will break my dr.ughter's heart. You have known trouble — about a daughter. I think you can xmderstand what I feel for my girl." " I do — I do ! Yes, I knoAv wdiat you must feel — what she must feel in her desolation, with all she valued gone from her for ever. But she has not to drink the cup that my girl must drink. Lord Cheriton. She has not fallen. She is not a thing for men to trample under foot, and women to shrink away from." The Day will coine. 73 " Forgive mc," said Lord Clioriton, in a softened voice, " I ought not to have spoken of — Mercy." " You ought never to speak of her — to mo. I suppose you tlioiigiit the wound was so old tliat it might bo touched with impunity, but you were wrong. Tliat wound will never heal." " I am sure you know that I have always been deeply sorry for you — for that great affliction," said Lord Chcriton gentl}'. " Sorry, yes, I suppose you were sorry. You would have bccTi sorry if a footman had knocked down one of your Se^Tes vases and smashed it. One is sorry for anything that can't be replaced." " Tiiat is a harsh and unjust way of speaking, Mrs. Porter," said Lord Cheriton, drawing himself up suddenly with an air of wounded dignity. " You can tell me nothing about our trouble, I see ; and I am not in the mood to talk of any older grief. Good night." He lifted his hat with grave respect and walked back to the park gate, vanishing slowly from those grey eyes which followed him in eager watchfulness. " Is he really sorry ?" she asked lierself. "Can such a man as that be sorry for any one, even his own tiesh and blood? lie has prospered; all things have gone well with him. Can he be sorry? It is a check, perliaps; a check to his ambitious hopes. It baulks him in liis longing to found a family. He looks pale and worn, as if he had suffered : and at his age, after a prosperous life, it must be hard to suffer." So mused the woman who had seen better days — embittered doubtless by her own decadence — embittered still more by her daughter's fall. It was nearly ten years since the daughter had eloi)ed with a middle-aged Colonel in a cavalry regiment, a visitor at tlie Chase — a man of fortune and high family, with about as diabolical a repu- tation as a man could enjoy and yet hold Her Majesty's commission. Mercy Porter's fiiU had been a surprise to eveiybody. She was a girl of shy and reserved manners, graver and sadder than youtli should be. She had been kept very close by her mother, allowed to make no friendships among the girls in the village, to liavc no companions of her own age. She had earlj^ shown a considcralilc talent for music, and her piano had been Jicr chief pleasure and occupation. Lady Cheriton had taken a good deal of notice of her when she grew up, and she might have done well, the gossips saiil, when they recalled the story of her disgrace; but she chose to fall in love with a married man of infamous character, a notorious jiro- tligate, and he had but to beckon with his linger for her to go oil with liim. The circumstances of her going oif were discussed con- fidentially at fenn'nine tea-drinkings, and it was wondered that Mrs. Porter could hold her head so In'gli, and show herself at chTircli three times on a Sunday, and entertain the curate and his wife to after- noon tea, considering what had happened. 74 ^"/^i- Day will come, Tlic curate and his wife were new arrivals comparatively, and only knew that dismal common story from hearsay. They were both impressed by Mrs. Porter's regular attendance at the church services, and by the excellence of that cup of tea with which she was always ready to entertain them whenever they cared to drop in at her cottage between four and five o'clock. The inquest was opened early on the afternoon of ilonday at the humble little inn near the forge, with its rustic sign, '• Live and let live." Juanita gave her evidence with a stony calmness Avhich im- pressed those who heard her more than the stormiest outburst of grief would have done. ITcr mother and her husband's mother had both implored her not to break down, to bear lierself heroically through this terrible ordeal, and they were both in the room to support her by their presence. Both were surprised at the firmness of her manner, the clear tones of her voice as she made her state- ment, telling how she had heard the shot in her dream, and how she had gone down to the drawing-room to find Sir Godfrey lying face downward on tlie carpet, in front of the chair where he had been sitting, his hand still upon the open book, which had fallen as he fell. "Did you think of going outside to sec if anv one was lurking about?" "Xo, I thought of nothing but trying to save him. I did not believe that he was dead." There was a look of agony in her large wide open eyes as she said this — -a piteous remembrance of the moment while she still hoped — which thrilled the spectators. " What course did you take ? " "I rang for the servants. They came after a time that seemed long — but I believe they came quickly." " And after they had come ? " " I remembered nothing more. They wanted me to believe that he was dead — and I would not — I Sould not believe — and — I re- member no more till next day." " That -will do. Lady Carmichael. I will not trouble you further." Lady Jane and Lady Cheriton Avanted to take her away after this, but she insisted upon remaining. " I Avish to hear every word," she said. They submitted, and the three women, robed in densest black, sat in a little gi'oup behind the Coroner till the end of that day's inq!!iry. No new facts were elicited from any of the witnesses, and nothmg had resulted from the elaborate search made, not only throughout Lord Cheriton's domain, but in the neighbourhood. No suspicious prowlers had been heard of. The gipsies who had contributed to the gaiety of the wedding day had been ascertained to have left the T^he Day will coiiu\ 75 Isle of Parbeck a fortnight before the murder, and to be dclightiiiii; tlio larger world between Portsmouth and Ilavant. Is'otbing had been discovered; no sale of revolver or gun to any questionable purchaser at Dorchester; no indication, however slight, which might put a keen-witted detective upon the trail. I\lr. Churton confessed himself completely at fault. The jury drove to Cheriton House to view the bodj', and the inquest was adjourned for a fortnight, in the expectation that some discovery might be made in the interim. The funeral would take ])]ace at the usual time ; there was nothing now to hinder the victim being laid in his last resting-place in the old Saxon c^uux'h at MJlbrook. Bills ofl'ering a reward of £500 for any information leading to the discovery of the murderer were all over the village, and in every village and town within a radius of forty miles. The stimulus of cupidity was not wanting to sharpen the rural wit. Mr. Churton shook his head despondently when he talked over the inquest with Lord Cheriton later ui the day, and owned himself " out of it." "I have been in many dark cases, my Lord," he said, "and I've had many hard nuts to crack, but this beats 'em all. I can't see my way to making anything of it ; and unless you can furm'sh me with any particulars of the poor young gentleman's past life, of an enlightening character, I don't see much hope of getting ahead." "You slick to your idea of the murder being an act of revenge ? " " What other reason could there be for such a murder ? " That question seemed unanswerable, and Lord Cheriton let it pass. Matthew Dalbrook and his elder son were to dine Avith him that evening, in order to talk quietly and calmly over the terrible event of last week, and the bearing which it must have upon his daughter's future life. Lady Cheriton and Lady Jane Carmichael had lived entirelj" on the upper floor, taking such poor ajiologies for meals as they could be induced to take in her ladyshiji's morning- room. That closed door at tlio eastern end of the corridor exercised its solemn influence upon the whole house. Those mourning women never went in or out without looking that way — and again and again through the long still days they visited that chamber of death, carrying fairest blooms of stephanotis or camellia, whitest rose-buds, waxen lilies; kneeling in silent prayer beside that white bed. During all those dismal days before the funeral Juanita lived secluded in her own room, only leaving it to go to that silent room where the white bed and the white flowers made an atmosphere of cold pm-ity, which chilled her heart as if she too were dead. She counted the hours which remained before even this melancholy link between life and death would be broken, and when she must stretch out her hands blindly to find one whom the earth would hide from her for evermore. In the brief snatches of troubled sleep that had visited her since Friday night she had awakened with her husband's ']() The Day will come. name upon lier lips, with outstretched hands that yearned for the touch of his, awakening slowly to consciousness of the horrible reaHty. In every dream that she had dreamed he had been with her, and in some of those dreams had appeared with a distinctness wdiich involved the memory of her sorrow. Yes, she had thought him dead — yes, she had seen him stretched bleeding at her feet ; but that had been dream and delusion. Reality was here, here in his strong voice, here in the warm grasp of his hand, here in the lying vision that was kinder than truth. Mr. Dalbrook and his son arrived at a quarter to eight, and were received by Lord Cheriton in the library. The drawing-room was now a locked chamber, and it would be long doubtless before any one would have the courage to occupy that room. The Dalbi'ooks were to stay at Cheriton till after the funeral. Matthew Dalbrook had been Sir Godfrey's solicitor, and it would be his duty to read the will. He was also one of the trustees to Juanita's marriage settlement, and the time had come — all too soon — when the terms of that settlement would have to be discussed. " How is mj^ cousin ? " asked Theodore, when he had shaken hands with Lord Cheriton. •' Have you seen her since — Friday ? " " Yes, I saw her on Saturday morning. She was terribly changed." " A ghastly change, is it not? " said Lord Cheriton, with a sigh. " I doubt if there is any improvement since then : but she behaved splendidly at the inquest this afternoon. AVe were all prepared for her breaking down. God knows whether she will ever get the better of her gi'ief, or whether she will go down to the grave a liroken- hearted woman. Oh ! INIatt," turning to his kinsman and con- temporary, "such a trial as this teaches us how Providence can laugh at our best laid plans. I thought I had made ray daughter's happiness as secure as the foundations of this old house." " You did your best, James. No man can do more." Theodore was silent for the most part after his inquiry about his cousin. He listened while the elder men talked, and gave his opinion when it was asked for, and showed himself a clear-headed man of business ; but his depression was not the less evident. The thought of Juanita's grief — the contrast between her agony now and her joyousness the day she was at Dorchester — was never absent from his mind ; and the talk of the two elder men, the discussion as to the extent of her possessions, her power to do this and that, the house she was to live in, the establishment she was to keep, jarred upon him horribly. " By the conditions of the settlement, the Priory is to be hers for her life, with everything it contains. By the conditions of Sir God- frey's will, in the event of his leaving no issue, the Priory estate is to The Day will come. 77 go after his widow's defitli to Mrs. Grenville's eldest son, or failing; a son in that direction, then to Mrs, Morningside's eldest son. Should neither sister leave a son surviving at the time of Lady Carmichacl's death the estate is to be sold, and the product divided in equal portions among the surviving nieces ; l)ut at the ])resent rate at which the two ladies are iilling their nurseries there is very little doubt there will be a surviving son. Mrs. Grenville was Sir (tudfrey's favourite, I know\ and I can understand his giving her boy the estate, and thus founding a family, rather than dividing the property between the issue of the two sisters." "I do not think anybody can find fault with his will," said Lord Cheriton. "Clod knows that when I saw him sign it in my room in Victoria Street, an hour after his marriage, nothing was further iVom my thoughts than the idea that the will would come into force within the ne.xt iifty years. It seemed almost an idle pre- caution for so young a man to be in such a hurry to set his house in order." " Do you think Juanita will decide to live at the Priory ? " asked ]Mr. Dalbrook. '' It would seem more nattn-al for her to live here with her mother and me, but I fear that this house will seem for ever accursed to her. She will rememlier that it was her own whim to spend her honeymoon here. It will seem to her as if she had brought her husband to his death. Oh, God, when I remember how her mother and I suggested other places — how we talked to her of tlio Tyrol and the Dolomites, of Hungary, Norway — and with what a kind of childish infatuation she clung to her fancy for this house, it seems as if a hideous fatality guided her to her doom. It is lier doom, as well as liis. I do not believe she will pv(>r be a happy woman again." '' It may seem so now to us all, to herself most of all, poor girl," answered ^latthcw Dalbrook. " But I never saw a sorrow yet that Time could not heal, and the sorrow of a girl of nineteen leaves such a margin for Time's healing powers. God grant that you and I may both live to see her brigiit and happy again — with a second husband. There is something prosaic, I feel, in the very sound; but there may be some touch of romance even in a second love." He did not see the painful change in his son's face while he was talking : the sudden crimson whicii faded slowly to a ghastlvjjallor. It had never occurred to IMatthew Dallirook that his son Theodon; had felt anything more than a cousinly regard for Lord Cheritoii's daughter. The funeral took place on the following Wednesday— one of those funerals about which people talk for a month, and in which grief is almost lost sight of by the majority of the moiuners in a feverish excitement. The procession of carriages, very few of them un 78 The Day will come, occupied, was nearly half a mile long — the little churchyard at Milbrook could scarceh' contain the mourners. The sisters' husbands were there, with hats hidden iu crape, and solemn countenances ; honestly sorry for their brother-in-law's death, but not uninterested in his will. All the district, within a radius of thirty miles, had been on the alert to pay tliis last mark of respect to a young man who had been universally liked, and whose melancholy fate had moved ever\' heart. The will was read in the library, and Juanita appeared for the first time since her cousins had been at Cheriton. She came into the room with her mother, and went to Matthew and his son quiet]}', and gave a hand to each, and answered their grave inquiries about her health without one tear or one faltering accent ; and then she took her seat beside her father's chair, and waited for the reading of the will. It seemed to her as if it contained her husband's last words, addi'essed to her from his grave. He knew when he wrote or dictated those words that she would not hear them in his lifetime. The will left her a life-interest in everything, except twenty thousand pounds in consols to Lady Jane, a few legacies to old servants and local charities, and a few souvenirs to college friends. Sir Godfrey had held the estate in fee simple, and could deal with it as he pleased. He expressed a hope that if his wife survived him she should con- tinue to live at the Priory, and that the household should remain, as far as possible, xuachanged, that no old horse should ever be sold, and no dogs disposed of in any way off the premises. This l-ast request was to secure a continuance of old customs. His father had never allowed a horse that he had kept over a twelvemonth to be sold ; and had never parted with a dog. His own hand shot the horse that was no longer fit for service ; his own hand poisoned the dog whose hfe had ceased to be a blessing. When the will was finished, and it was by no means a lengthy document. Lady Jane kissed her daughter-in-law. "You will do as he %vished, won't you, dearest?" she said, softly. " Live at the Priory — }-es, Lady Jane, unless you will live there instead. It would be more natural for you to be mistress there. When — ^\\'hen — my darling made that will he must have thought of me as an old woman, likely to sur^-ive him by a few years at most, and it would seem natural to him for me to go on li^mlg iu his house — to continue to live — those were his words, you know — to continue to live in the home of my married life. But all is different now, and it would be better for you to have the Priory. It has been your home so long. It is full of associations and interests for you. I can live anywhere — anywhere except in this detested house." She had spoken in a low voice all {he time, so low as to be quite inaudible to her father and Matthew Dalbrook, who were talking confidentially upon the other side of the wide oak table. The Day will come. 79 *' Jly iove, it is your house. It will be full of associations for ycju too — tiic memories of his youth. It may comfort you by-aud-by to live among the things he cared for. And I can be with you there now and then. You will bear with a melancholy old woman now and then," pleaded Lady Jane, willi tearful tenderness. The only answer was a sob, and a clinging pressure of the hand ; and then the three women quietly left the room. Their interest in the business was over. Blinds had been drawn up and Venetian shutters opened. There was a flood of sunshine on the staircase and in the corridors as Juanita went back to her room. The perfume of roses and the breath of summer came in at the open Avindows. " Oh, God, how the sun shines ! " she cried, in a sudden agony of remembrance. Those odours from the garden, the lilue sky, summer greenery and dazzling summer hght brought back the image of her vanisheil happiness. Last week, less than a week ago, she had been one ol the joyous creatures in that glad, gay world — -joyous as the thrusli whose song was thrilling upon the soft sweet air. Lady Jane's two sons-in-law had drawn near the oak table at which the lawyer was seated with his pai)ers before him. Jessica's husband, Mr. Grenville, was sporting. Ilis thouglits were centred in his stable, where he found an all-sufficient occupation for his intellectual powers in an endless buying, exchanging, selling, summering and wintering his stud ; in the invention of improved bits, and tlie development of new ideas in saddlery ; in the per- formance of operations that belong rather to tlie professional veterinary than to the gentleman at large, and in tlie conversation of his stud groom. These resources tilled up all llio margin that was left for a man who hunted four days a week in his own district, and who often got a fifth and even a sixth day in other counties accessible by rail. It may have been a natural result of Mr. Gren- ville's devotion to the stable that Mis. Grenville was absorbed liv her nurscrj' ; or it may have been a natural bent on the lady's pari. However this might be, the lady and the gentleman followed parallel lines, in which their interests never clashed. He talked of hardly anything but his horses ; slie rarely mentioned any other .subject than her children, or something bearing upon her children's well-being. He believed his horses to be the best in the county ; .she considered her babies unsurpassed in creation. Both in their line were supremely happj-. Mr. Morningside, married to Sir Godfrey's youngest sister, IJutli, was distinctly Parliamentary; and had no sympathies in connnon with sucli men as Hugo Grenville. To him horses were animals with four legs who dragged burdens; \\\\o were expensive to keep, and whose legs were liable to " till " or to develop superfluous bone on the slightest provocation. His only idea of a saddle horse wa.s a slow and stolid cob, for whose virtuous disposition and powerful 8o TJie Day will come. bone he had paid nearly three hundred pounda, and on which he ])ounded round the park three or four times every morning during the Parliamentary season, an exercise of which he was about as fond as he was of Pullna water, but which had been recommended him for the good of his Hver. Mr. Morningside had a castle in the north, too near Newcastle to be altogether beautiful, and he had a small suite upon a tifth floor in Queen Anne's Mansion. He had taken this apartment as a l)achelor "pied a terre for the Parliamentary season ; and lie had laid considerable emphasis upon the landowner's necessity for stern economy which had constrained him to take rooms so small as to be altogether " impossible " for his wife. Mrs. Morningside was, however, of a diflereut opinion. No place was impossible for her which her dear Stuart deigned to occupy. She did not mind small rooms, or a fifth story. Was there not a lift, and were there not charming people living ever so much nearer the skies ? She tUd not mind even what she gracefully described as "pigging it," for her dear Stuart's sake. She was utterly unlike her elder sister, and she had no compunction at placing over two hundi-ed miles between her and her nursery. " They'd vnve for me if anything went wrong," she said, '' and the express would take me home in a few hours." " That would depend upon what time you got the wire. The express doesn't go every quarter of an hour like a Royal Blue," replied Mr. Morningside, gloomily. He was a dry-as-dust man ; one of those self-satisfied persons who are never less alone than wlieii alone. He had mamed at five and thirtj'', and the comfortable habits of a priggish bachelor still clove to him after six years of married bliss. He was fond of his wife in her place, and he thought her a very charming woman at the head of his table, and receiving his guests at Morningside Castle. But it was essential to his peace that he should have many solitary hours in which to pore over Blue books and meditate upon au intended speech. He fancied himself greatly as a speaker, and he was one of those Parliamentaiy bores whose ornate periods are made mincemeat of by the reporters. He looked to a day when he would take his place with Burke and "Walpole, and other giants, whose oratory had been received coldly in the dawn of their senatorial career. He gave himself up to much study of politics past and present, and was one of those well-informed bores wlio are only useful as a store-house of hard facts for the use of livelier speakers. When a man had to speak upon a subject of which he knew nothing, he went to Mr. Morningside as to a Parliamentary Encyclopaedia. To sustain these stores of knowledge ilr. Morningside required much leisure for what is called heavy reading ; and heavy reading is not easy ia that genial family life which means incessant talk and The Day will come. Si incessant interruption. Mr. Morninj^side would have preleirud, tliercfore, to keep his den on the fifth floor to himself; but his wife loved I;Oudun, and he could not refuse her the privilege of occasionally sharing his nest on a level with the spires and towers of the p-eat city. She made her presence agreeably felt by tables covered with photograph easels, Vallauris vases, stray flowers in specimen glasses, which were continually being knocked over, Japanese screens, and every known variety of chair-back ; and albeit he was an essentially dutiful husband, Mr. ^lorningside never felt happier than when he had seen his Kuth comfortably seated in the Bournemouth express on her way to the home of her forefathers for one of those protracted visits that no one but a near relation would venture to make. He left her cheerily on such occasions, with a promise to run down to the Priory on Saturday evenings whenever it was ])ossible to leave the helm. Mr. I\Iorningsi(le had liked his brother-in-law as well as it was in him to like any man, and had been horrified at that sudden in- explicable doom ; but Sir Godfrey being snatched off this earth in the flower of his age, Mr. Morningside thought it only natural that the young ]\Iorniiigsides should derive some benefit, immediate or contingent, from their uncle's estate. It was, therefore, with somo disgust that he heard that clause in the will which gave Jessica's sons the preference over all the sons of Ruth. True that, failing any son of Jessica's, the estate was to lapse to the eldest surviving son of Ruth ; but what earthly value was such a reversionary interest as this in the case of a lady whoso nursery was like a rabbit warren ? " I congratulate you on your eldest boy's prospects, Grenville," said j\Ir. IMorningside, sourly. " Your Tom," a boy whom ho hated, " will come into a very fine thing one of these days." " Humph," muttered Grenville, " Lady Carmichael's is a good life, and I should be very sorry to see it shortened. Besides, who can tell? Before this time next year there may be a nearer claimant." "Lord have mercy ni)on us," exclaimed Morningside, "I never thought of that contingency." 82 The Day will come. CHAPTER IX. *' I'oor girl ! put on th}' stifling widow's weed, And 'scape at once from Hope's accursbd bauds ; To-day thou wilt not see him, nor to-morrow, And the next day will be a daj' of sorrow." Life falls back into old grooves after calamities the most stupendous. After fires — after plagues — after earthquakes — people breakfast and dine, marry and are given in marriage. A few more graves testify to the fever that has decimated a city ; a ruined village here and there along the smiling southern shore, shells that were once houses, churches beneath whose shivered domes no worshipper dare ever kneel again, bear witness to the earthquake ; but the monotonous common-place of life goes on all the same in city and village, on hill and sea-shore. And so when Godfrey Carmichael was laid in his grave, when the police had exhausted their ingenuity in the vain endeavour to fathom the secret of his death — when the coroner had adjourned and again adjourned his inquiry, and an open verdict had been pronoimced, Ufe in Cheriton House resumed its old order, and the room in which the bridegroom had lain murdered at the feet of the bride was again thrown open to the sun and air, and to the somid of voices, and to the going and coming of daily life. Lady Cheriton would have had the room closed ; for a j^ear at least, she pleaded ; but her husband told her that to make it a sealed chamber now would be to throw it out of use for his lifetime, "If we once let servants and people think and talk of it as a haunted room nobody will ever like to occupy it again so long as this house stands," he said. " Stories will be invented — those things shape themselves unawares in the human mind — sounds will be heard, and the whole house will become uninhabitable. We both love our house, Maria. Our own hands have fashioned it after our own hearts. It would be folly to put a brand upon it, and to say henceforward it shall be accursed to us. God knows I am sorry for Juanita's sorrow, sorry for my own loss; but I look to you to help me in keeping our home bright and pleasant for our declining days." It was the habit of her life to obey him and try to please him in all tilings ; so she answered gently — " Of course, dear James, it shall be as you wish. I feel sure you are right. It would be wicked to shut up that lovely room " — with a faint shudder ; " but I shall never go near the west window with- out thinking of — our dear boy. And I'm afraid Juanita will never be able to endure the room." " Perhaps not. We can use the other rooms when she is here. She has her own house now ; and I dare say it will be some time before she will care to cross this thresliold. The house must seem TJie Day zuill come. 83 fatal to her. It was her own caprice that brought him hero. I'm afraid that recollection will torture lier, poor child." It was linally decided therefore that the drawing-room should bu used nightly, as it had been in all the peaceful years that were gone. Tiie lamps with their gay shades of rose or amber made spots of c'oloured light amidst tables heaped with flowers. All the choicest blooms that the hothouses or the gardens could produce were brought as of old, like otlerings to a pagan shrine. The numberless toys upon the tables were set out in the old orderly disorder — porcelain and enamel bon-bon boxes on one table — antique watches and gold and silver snuff-boxes on another — bronzes, intaglios, coins, medals, filigi'ee scent bottles upon a third, and a background of flowers everywhere. The piano was opened, and the candles lighted ready for her ladyship, who sang Spanish ballads delight- fully even yet, and who was in the habit of singing to her husband of an evening whenever they were alone. They Averc generally alone now, not being able to receive visitors from the outside world at such a time. The vicar of the parish dined at Chcriton now and then, and Matthew Dalbrook spent a night there occasionally, and talked over business matter's, and the future development of a tract of land at Swanage, which formed a portion of the original Strangway estate. The widow had taken possession of her new home, the home which tlicy two were to have lived in for half a century of loving union. They had joked about their golden wedding as they sat at lunch on the lawn that day ; had laughed at the thought of how they would look in white hair and wrinkles, and then had sighed at the thought of how those they loved now would be gone before that day came, and how the friends who gathered round them would be new friends, the casual acquaintances of the passing years promoted to friendship in the place ot those earlier, nearer, dearer friends whom death had taken. They had talked of their silver Avedding, which seemed a happier idea ; tor dear Lady Jane and Juanita's mother and father might all live to see that day. They would be old, of course, older by five and twenty j'cars ; but not too old to be happy and beloved. The young wife and husband pictured the lawn on which they were sitting crowded witii friends and tenants and villagers and children ; and planned the feasting and the sports, which were to have a touch of originality, something out of the beaten track, which something was not easy to devise. And now she and Lady Jane were sitting in the same spot, in the sultry August evening, two desolate women ; the tawny giant at their feet, his dog, the mastiff Styx, looking up at them now and then with great serious eyes, as if asking what had become of his master. Juunita was strangely altered since the days of her honeymoon. 84 The Day will come. Her cheeks had hollowed, and the large dark eyes looked larger, and gave a haggard expression to the pallid face ; hut she was hearing her sorrow hravely for Lady Jane's sake, as Lady Jane had done for her sake, in the beginning of things. That gentle lady had broken down after the funeral, and Juanita had been constrained to forget her own agony for a brief space in trying to comfort the bereaved mother; and so the two acted and re-acted upon each other, and it was well for them to be together. They had settled down in the old house before they had been there a week. Lady Jane put off her return to Swanage indefinitely. She could drive over now and then to supervise the gardening, and she would stay at the Priory as long as Juanita wanted her. "That -^ould be always," said Juanita. " Ah, my love, what would not do. I don't forget all that has been written about mothers-in-law. There must be some truth in it." " Oh, but you forget. That is when there is a son and husband to quarrel about," said Juanita, with a sudden sob. " We have no cause for jealousy. We have only our dead." Lady Jane wanted to establish her daughter-in-law in that cheerful sitting-room which had been her own, but here Juanita opposed her. " I am not going to have it — now," she said, resolutely. " It shall be your room always. No one else shall use it. I am going to have his room for my den." " My dearest, it is the dullest room in the house." " It was his room, and I like it better than any other in the world." She arranged all her own books and possessions in the large room looking into the stable yard, which had been Sir Godfrey's study from the time he went to Eton. She found all his Eton books on a lower shelf of one of the book-cases, and she sat on tlie floor for an hour dusting grammars and dictionary. First Greek Reader, Latin Gradus, and all the rest of them. She found his college books, with the college arras upon them, on another shelf. She would have nothing disturbed or altered, and she was supremely indifferent to the question of incongruity. Her own book-cases from Cheriton, the dainty toy book-cases of inlaid satin wood, were squeezed into the recesses on each side of the fireplace. Her photographs of mother, father, friends, horses, and dogs, were arranged upon the carved oak mantelpiece, above the quaint little cupboards with carved doors, spoil of old Belgian churches, still full of choice cigars, the young man's store. His spurs and hunting-crops, canes, and boxing-gloves, decorated the panel between the two tall windows. His despatch box still stood upon the hbrary table, and the dog Styx pushed the door open whenever it was left ajar and strolled into the room as by old established right The Day ivill come. 85 She felt herself nearer her dead husband here than anywhere else ; nearer even than in the churchyard, where she and Lady Jane went every aftoruoon witli fresh flowers for his grave. They had not laid him in the f;\mily vault, but among tlie graves ot gentle and simple, under the sunny turf. The marble was not yet carven which was to mark out his grave amidst those humbler resting-places. Theodore Dalbrook had not seen his cousin since the day of the funeral. His Either and his two sisters had called upon her at the Priory, and had brought back an account of the quiet dignity with which she bore herself in her melancholy position. • " I did not think she had so much solid sense," said Janet ; and then she and Sophia talked about the Priory as a dwelling-house, ami of its inferiority to Cheriton, and speculated upon the amount of their cousin's income. " She has a splendid position. She will be a fine catch for some one by-and-by," said Harrington. "I hope she won't go and throw herself away upon an adventurer." "I hope not," said his father, "but I suppose she will marry again ? That seems inevitable." "I don't see that it is inevitable," argued Theodore, almost angrily, " She was devotedly attached to her husband. I suppose there is now and then a woman wlio can remain faithful to a firat love " " When the first love is alive, and not always then," put in Sophia, flippantly. "Of course she will marrj^ again. If she wanted to remain single people would not let her, with her income." Theodore got up and walked to the window. His sister's talk often set his teeth on edge, but rarely so much as it did to-day. "You talk of her as if she were the most shallow-brained of women," he exclaimed, with his back to the family group, looking out with gloomy eyes into the old-fashioned street, the narrow circumscribed view which he had hated of late with a deadly hatred. " I don't think she is very deep," answered Sophia. " She never could appreciate Darwin. She told me once that she wondered what I could find to interest me in earth-worms." " A woman must, indeed, be shallow who feels no interest in that thrilling subject," sneered Theodore. " Upon my word, now," said his father, " Darwin's book interested me, though I'm not a scientific man. And I never see a worm ^\Tiggling otf the gardener's spade without feeling that I ought to be gi-ateful to him as a factor in the landed interest. Periiaps," continued Mr. Dalbrook, musingly, '' my own practice in the con- veyancing line owes something of its substantial character to earth- worms. If it were not for them there might be no land to convey." The conversation drifted lightly away from Juanita and her 86 The Day will come. sorrow, but her image still filled Theodore's mind, and he left the drawing-room and the frivolous talk and the chnking of teacups and teaspoons, and went out in the declining light to walk in the avenue of sycamores on the edge of the old city. He had not called upon his cousin in her new home ; he shrank from the very idea of meeting her while her sorrow was still new, while her thoughts and feelings were concentrated upon that one subject, while he could only be to her as a,n unwelcome intruder from that outside world she loathed, as grief loathes all but its own sad memories. Had the calamity which had desolated her Ufe brought her any nearer to him who had loved her so long and so unselfishly? Alas, no ; he told himself that if she ever loved again, it would be to a stranger that her reawakening heart would open rather than to the rejected lover of the past, the man whom her memory would couple with the husband she had lost, and whom she w^ould compare disadvantageously with that chosen one. No, he told himself, there was little more chance for him in the futiu-e than there had been in the past. She |Hked him and trusted him, with a sisterly affection which nothing short of a miracle could warm into love. Passion does not grow out of such placid beginnings. In her veiy da\\'n of girlhood she had been in love with Godfrey : had blushed at his coming: had quarrelled with him, and wept stormy tears : had suffered all those alternations of joy and grief, pride and self-abasement, which accompany love in an impassioned nature. Theodore remembered her treatment of the fifth-form Etonian, of the undergraduate, remembered the passionate drama perpetually being acted in those two young lives, a drama which he had watched with aching heart ; and he felt that he could never bo as that first lover had been. He was associated with the common- place of her life. She had laughed often at his diy-as-dust talk with her father — the dull discussions about leases and bills of dilapidation. A solicitor living from year's end to year's end in a country town — what a dreary person he must needs appear beside the brilliant young Patrician, full of the gladness of the life that knows neither labour nor care. He sickened at the thought of that contrast. He had served his father faithfully hitherto, and the bond between father and son had been one of strong affection as well as duty; but for the last year there had been growing upon him an inexpressible weariness of the house in which he was bom, and the city in which he had hved the chief part of his uneventful hfe. He had struggled against the disgust of familiar things, telling himself that it was an unworthy feeling, and that he would be a snob if he indulged it. Yet the disgust grew into absolute loathing; the monotonous days, the repetitive work, oppressed him life a night- marc. Since Juanita's marriage the burden had become more and The Day will co7iie. 87 more intolerable. To be so near her, yet so far. To be letting life creep away in dull drudgery which could never bring liim nearer her Kocial level ; to feel that all his pursuits and associations were beneath the woman he loved, and could never arouse the iaintest interest in her mind. This was almost too bitter to be borne, and he had for some time past been meditating some way of escape, some manner of release from these old fetters into the wider arena of the outer world. Such escape was not easy. He had to think of his father, that indulgent, large-minded father who had given his son a very remunerative share in his practice at an age when most young men are dependent fur every suit of clothes or five-pound note upon parental bounty and parental caprice. He knew that his father looked to him for an entire release from work before they were many years older ; and that he would then find liimself sole master of a business worth at least fifteen hundred a year. All this had come to him and would come to him easily, as the reward of conscientious and intelligent work. It was a prospect which few young men would forego without considerable hesitation ; but Theo- dore hardly thought of the substantial advantages which he was so eager to sacrifice. His sole hesitation was on account of the disap- pointment which the step he contemplated would inflict upon his father. He was not without a foreshadowing of a plan by which that disappointment might be in somewise lessened. He had kept an eye upon his brother for some time past, and he had discovered that the young man's fervour for the Anglican Church had begun to cool. There were all the signs of wavering in that gifted youth. At ono time he devoted all his study to the writings of Cardinal Newman, Ilurrel Froude, and the Tractarian Party — he lived in the atmosphere of Oxford in the forties ; he talked of Cardinal Manning as the head and front of religious thought. He was on the verge of deciding for the Old Faith. Then a sudden change came over the spirit of his dream. He began to have doubts, not of the reformed faith, but of every Western creed. " Light comes from the East," he told his sisters with an oracular air. "I doubt if there is any nearer resting-place for the sole of my fdot than the Temple of Buddha. I find there the larger creed for which my mind yearns — boundless vistas behind and before me. I xbi'gin to entertain painful doubts of my fitness for the Anglican Church. I might be a power, perhaps, but it would be outside those narrow bounds — like Voyscy, or Stopford Brooke. The Church, with its present limitations, would not hold me." The sisters sympathized, argued, quoted Essays and Eevicws, and talked of Darwin and Spencer, Huxley and Comto. Theodore listened and said nothing. He saw which way the tide was turning, and rejoiced in the change of the current. And now this sultry August afternoon, pacing up and do\NTi the 88 The Day zvill come. gi-oen walk, he was expectant of an opportunity of discussing his brother's future with that gentleman himself, as Harrington was in the habit of taking his afternoon constitutional, book in hand, upon this very path. He appeared by-and-by, carrying an open volume of Max Miiller, and looking at the nursemaids and perambulators. " What, Theo, taking your meditative cigar ? You don't often give yourself a holiday before dinner." " No, but I wanted to talk to you alone, and I knew this was vour beat." " Nothing gone wrong, I hope.'' " No ; it is your future I want to discuss, if you don't mind." " My future is wrapped in a cloud of doubt," replied the young man, dreamily. '' Were the Church differently constituted — were the minds that rule in it of a larger cast, a wider grasp, a " "Harrington, how would you like the law as a profession?" Theodore asked abruptly, when the other began to hesitate. " My dear fellow, it is all very well to ask me that question, when you know there is no room for me in my father's office," retorted Harrington, with a contemptuous wave of that long, lean white hand, which always reminded him of St. Francis de Sales or Savo- narola ; not that he had any positive knowledge of what those saintly hands were like. "Eoom might be made for you," said Theodore. "I should not care to accept a subordinate position — Aut Caesar " " So far as the CiBsar-ship of a provincial solicitor's office can go the whole empire may be yours by-and-by, if you like — provided you put your shoulder to the wheel and pass your examinations." " Do you mean to say that you would throw up your position — and an income which would allow of your marrying to-morrow, if you chose — to make room for me? " " If I can get my father's consent, yes, decidedly." "And how do j'ou propose to exist without a profession?" "I don't propose anything of the kind. I mean to go to the Bar ' " Oh, I begin to understand. A solicitor's office is not good enough for you ? " " I don't say that ; but I have taken a disgust — an unreasonable disgust, no doubt — to that branch of the law, and I am very sick of Dorchester." " So am I," retorted Harrington, gazing vaguely at a pretty nurse- maid. " We are agreed there at any rate. And you want to follow in Lord Cheriton's track, and make a great name? " " It is onh'' one in a thousand who succeeds as James Dalbrook has succeeded ; but if I go to the Bar you may be sure I shall do my best to get on ; and I shall start witli a pretty good knowledge of common law." The Day ivill conic. 89 "You want to be in London — you are pining for an aesthetic centre," siglicd Harrington. " I don't quite know what that is, but I should prefer London to Dorchester." " So should I — and you want mo to take your place at the mill ; to gi"ind out my soul in the dull round that has sickened you." '• The life has begun to pall upon me, but I think it ought to suit you," answered Theodore, thoughtfully. " You are fonder of home — and of the sisters — than I am. You get on better with them." '' You have been rather grumpy lately, I admit," said Harrington. " And you have let yourself cool upon your Divinity exam. You evidently don't mean the Clim-ch? " '• I have outgrown the Church. Y''ou can't put a quart of wine into a pint bottle." " And you must do something. I don't think you can do anything 60 good as to take my place, and become my father's right hand until he chooses to retire, and leave you the practice. You will have married by that time, perhaps, and will have sobered down — intellectually. Morally you are one of the steadiest fellows I know." '' I suppose I ought to consiiler this what the house-agents call an imusual opportunity ? " said Harruigton ; " but you must give me time to think it over." " Take time," answered Th(^odore, briefly. " I'll talk to my father in the meanwhile." ]\Ir. Dalbrook received his elder son's communication as if it had been a blow from an enemy's hand. " Do you suppose that ass Harrington can ever take your place ? "' he exclaimed. Whereupon Theodore took pains to explain that his brother was by no means an ass, and that he was only labouring under that burden of small aifectations which weighs down a young man who has been allowed to live too much in the society of young women, sisters and sisters' friends, and to consider all his own utterances oracular. "He is not so fit for the Church as Brown is," said Theodore, " and he will oidy addle his brauis if he reads any more theology. He won't be content with Paley and Butler, and the good old books which have been the turnpike road to ordination fur a century. He is all for new ideas, and the new ideas are too big for him. But if you will give him his articles, and teach him, as you taught me " " I don't think I taught you nnich. You seemed to get at every- thing by instinct." " Ah, you taught me my profession without knowing it ; and yon will teach Harrington with just as little trouble. He "will shake' olF that husk of aftectation in your office — no solicitor can be atVectcd — and he will come out a good lawyer ; while I am trying my luck in Temple chambers, reading, and waiting for briefs. With your help. go The Day will come. by-and-by, I am bound to do something. I shall get a case or two upon this circuit, anyhow." " I can't think what has put this folly in your head, Theo," said his father, with a vexed air. " It is not folly, father ; it is not a caprice," the young man protested, with sudden earnestness. " For God's sake don't think me ungrateful, or that I would willingly turn my back upon my duty to you. Only — young people have troubles of their own, don't you know ? — and of late I have not been altogether happy. I have not prospered in my love-dream ; and so I have set up a new idol, ' that idol so many men worship with more or less reward — Success. I want to spread my wings, and see if they will carry me on a longer flight than I have taken yet." •'Well, it would be selfish of me to baulk you, even if your loss were to cripple me altogether. And it won't do that. I am strong enough to work on for a few years longer than I intended." " Oh, my dear father, I hope it won't come to that. I hope my change of plan won't shorten your years of leisure." " I am afraid that's inevitable, Theo. I can't transfer a fine practice to my sou till I've made him a good lawyer — and God knows how long that will take in Harrington's case. Judging by my present estimation of him, I should say half a century. But don't be downliearted, Theo. You shall eat your dinners. You shall qualify for the Woolsack. After all, I don't know how a life of leisure might suit me. It would be a change from the known to the unknown, almost as stupendous as the change from life to death." Perhaps MattliCAV Dalbrook had fathomed that secret woe at which Theodore had hinted darkly ; in any case he took his elder son's defection more easily than might have been hoped, and bore patiently with some preliminary fatuity from the yoimger son, who accepted the gift of his articles, an allowance of two hundred pounds l)er annum, and the promise of a junior partnership ia the near future, with the languid politeness of one who felt that he was renouncing a mitre. Everything was settled off-hand, and Theodore was to go to London at the end of September to select and furnish lus modest chambers in one of those grave old courts of the Temple, and be ready to begin his new life with the beginning of term. He had not seen Juanita since the funeral, and she had been told notliing of this sudden reconstruction of his life ; but he determined to see her before he left Dorchester, and he considered that he had a right, as her kinsman, to bid her good-bye. Perhaps in his heart- weariness he was inclined to exaggerate the solemnity of that leave- taking, somewhat as if he had been starting for Australia. He drove over to the Pi'iory on a dull, grey afternoon, his last day in Dorchester. His portmanteaus were packed, and all things were read^ for an early departure next morning. Sorely as he ha(} The Day will come. ■ 91 sickened of the good old town which was his birth-place, he felt a shade of melancholy at the idea of cuttincf himself adrift altogether from that quiet haven ; and the love of those open stretches of harrcn hcatli and those swampy meadows and grazing cattle on tJie way to ]\Iilbrook, was engrained in him deeper than he knew. It was a landscape which took a peculiar charm from the grey dimness of an autumnal atmosphere, and it seemed to Theodore Dalbrook that those level pastures and winding waters had never looked fairer than they looked to-day. He had written to his cousin a day before to tell her of his intended visit. It was too solemn a matter in his own mind for him to leave the finding her at home to chance. His groom took the dog-cart round to the stables, while he was ushered at once to the drawing-room where Lady Carmichael was sitting at her work-table in the bow window, with Styx stretched on a lion-skin at her feet. The silence of the house struck Theodore Dalbrook painfully as he followed the footman across the hall and along a corridor which led to the drawing-room — that death-like silence of a roomy old mansion in which there are neither children nor guests, only one lonely inhabitant waited upon by solemn-visagcd servants, drilled to a ]ihenomenal quietness, and keeping all their good spirits for tlie remoteness of the servants' hall, shut oif bj' double doors and long passages. Saddened by that atmosplicre of gloom, he entered his cousin's presence, and stood witii her small cold hand in his, looking at the face which had changed so sorely from that vivid beauty which had shone upon him in the low light of the sinking sun on that summer evening not three months ago. As he looked the memory of tlie bride's face came between him and the face of the widow, and for a moment or two he stood speechless. The clearly-cut features were pinched and sharpened, wasted by long nights of weeping and long days of silent regret. The dark eyes were circled by purple shadows, and the oval cheeks were sunken and pallid. All the colour and richness of that southern beauty had vanished, as if some withering blight had passed over the face. " It was very good of you to think of me before you left Dor- chester," she said, gcntl}'. She pushed forward a chair for her cousin, before she sat down ; and Theodore seated himself opposite to her witii the wicker work- table between them. He wondered a little to see that satin-lined receptacle gorged with bright coloured silks, and pieces of untlnished embroidery ; for it seemed to him that there was a touch of frivolity in this light ornamental needle-work which hardly harmonized with her grief-stricken countenance. " You could not suppose that I should leave without seeing you," he said ; " I should liave come here weeks ago, only " " Only you wanted to give me time to grow calm, to teach mvself 92 • The Day will come. to look my trouble straight in the face," she said, interpreting his thought. "That was very thoughtful of you. Well, the storm is over now. I am quite calm, as you see. I dare say some people think I am fjeitiwj over it. That is the usual phrase, is it not? And so you are going to the Bar, Theodore. I am glad of that. You are clever enough to make a name as my father did. It will he slow work, I suppose ; but it ■will be a tield worthy of your ambition, which a solicitor's office in a market-town never would be." " I have felt the want of a wider field for a long time ; and I shall feel more interest in a barrister's work. But I hope you don't think 1 am conceited enough to expect to get on as well as your father." " I don't know about that. I think you must know you are a clever man. I liave been wishing to see you for a long time, Theo- dore, only I was like you — I wanted to give myself time to be calm. I want to talk to you about — the murderer." "Yes. Have you heard anything? Has there been any dis- covery?" " Nothing. The offer of a reward has resulted in nothing — not one little scrap of information. The London detective gave up the business and went back to town a week after the funeral, having obtained only negative results. The police hereabouts are creatures without an idea ; and so unless something is done, unless some clever brain can solve the riddle, the wi-etch who killed my husband may go down to the grave unpunished." " It is hard that it should be so," said Theodore, quietly, " yet it is an almost impossible case. There is not a single indication so far to put one on the track — not one little clue." " Not for these dull-brained, mechanical discoverers, perhaps ; but for you or me, Theo, — for us who loved him there ought to be light. Think, what a strange murder it was. Not for gain, remember. Had it been the hand of a burglar that shot him, I could understand the difficulty of tracing that particular criminal among all the criminal classes. But tins murder, which seems utterly motiveless, must have been prompted by some extraordinary motive. It was not the act of a maniac ; a maniac must have left some trace of his presence in the neighbourhood. A maniac could not have so completely eluded the police on the alert to hunt him down. There must have been some indication." " Put madness out of the question, Juanita, what then? " " Hatred, Theodore. That is the strongest passion in the human mind — a savage hatred which could not be satisfied except with the brightest life that it had the power to destroy — a relentless hatred — not against him, not against my beloved. What had he done in all his good life tliat any one upon this earth should hate lain? But against us — against my father and mother and me — the usui-pers, the owners of Cheriton jManor ; against us who have thrust ourselves upon the soil which that wicked race held so long. Oh, Theodore, The Day will come. I have thought and thought of tliis, till the conviction has grown into my mind — till it has seemed like a revelation from God. It was one of that wicked family who struck this blow." "One of your predecessors — the Strangways? Is that what you mean, NitaV" "Yes, that is what I mean." " My dear Juanita, it is too wild an idea. What, after your ftithcr has owned the estate nearly a quarter of a century ? Why should the enemy wait all those years — and choose such a time ? " •'Because there never before was such an opportunity of striking a blow that should bring ruin upon us. My father's hope of making his son-in-law his successor in the peerage was known to a good many people. It may easily have reached the ears of the Strang- ways." " My dear girl, the family has died off like rotten sheep. I doubt if there are any survivors of the old race." " Oh, but families are not obliterated so easily. There is always some one left. There were two sons and a daughter of the old squire's. Surely one of those must have left children." " But, Juanita, to sujiposo that any man could hate the purchaser of his squandered estate with a hatred malignant enough for murder is to imagine humanity akin to devils." " We are akin to devils," cried Juanita, excitedly. "I felt that I could rejoice as the devils rejoice at human suffering if I could see my husband's murdeicr tortured. Yes, if he were tied against a tree, as Indian savages tie their sacrificial victims — tied against a tree and killed by inches, with every variety of torture which a hellish ingenuity can suggest, I would say my litany, like those savages, my litany of triumph and content. Yes, Theodore, we have more in common with the devils than you may think." " I cannot see the possibility of murder, prompted by such an in- adequate motive," said Theodore, slowly, remembering, as he spoke, how Churton had suggested that the crime looked like a vendetta. " Inadequate ! Ah, that depends, don't you see. Bemcmbcr, wo have not to deal with good people. The Strangways were always an evil race. Almost every tradition that remains about their lives is a story of wrong-doing. And think how small a wound may bo deadly when the blood has poison in it beforehand. And is it a small thing to see strangers in a home that has been in one's family for three centuries? Again, remember that although nothing throve on the Cheriton Estate while the Strangways held it — or at any rate not for the last hundred years of their holding — no sooner was my lather in possession than the luck changed. Quarries were develojied ; land that had been almost worthless became valuable for building. Everything has prospered ^vith him. And tliiuk of them outside — banished for ever, like Adam and Eve out of Paradise. Think uf them with hate and envy gnawing their hearts." 94 The Day will come. "There would be time for them to get over that feeling in four and twenty years. And when you talk about thcm^ I should like to know exactly whom you mean. I assure you the general idea is that they have all died oif. That is to say, all of the direct line." " It is upon that very subject I want to talk to you, Theodore. Would you like to do me a service, a very great service ? " " Nothing would make me happier." " Then will you try to find out all about the Straugways — if they are really all gone, or if there are not some survivors, or a survivor, of the last squire's family? If you can do that much it will be something gained. We shall know better what to think. When I heard that you Avere going to live in London, it flashed into my mind that you woidd be just the right person to help me, and I knew how good you had been to me always, and that you ivould help. London is the place in which to make 3'our inquiries. I have heard my father say that all broken lives — all doubtful characters —gravitate towards London. It is the one place where people fancy they can hide." " I will do everything in my power to realize your wish, Juanita. I shall be a solitary man with a good deal of leisure, so I ought to succeed, if success be possible." They were silent for some few minutes, Juanita being exhausted with the passionate vehemence of her speech. She took up a piece of embroidery from the basket, and began, vdth slow, careful stitches, upon the petal of a dog rose. " I am glad to see you engaged upon that artistic embroidery," said Theodore, presently, for the sake of saying something. " That means perhaps that you wonder I can care for such frivolous work as this," she said, interpreting his recent thought, when his eyes first lighted on her satin-lined basket with its rain- Ijow-hued silks. "It seems inconsistent, I dare say; but this work has helped me to quiet my brain many a time when I have felt myself on the brink of madness. These slow regular stitches, the mechanical movement of my hand as the flowers grow gradnall}', stitch by stitch, through the long melancholy day, have quieted my nerves, I cannot read. Books give me no comfort, for my eyes follow the page while my mind is brooding on my own troubles. It is better to sit and think quietly, while I work. It is better to face my sorrow." " Have you been long alone? " " No. It is only three weeks since Lady Jane went back to Swanage; and she comes to see me two or three times a week. My father and mother come as often. You must not think I am deserted. Every one is very good to me." " They have need to be." Again there was a brief inte^'val of silence, and then Juanita closed her basket, and lifted her earnest eyes to her cousin's face. " You know all about the Straugways ? " she inquired. The Day zvill come. 95 " I have licanl a good deal about tlicm from one and anDther. People who live in the country have long memories, and arc fond of talking of the lords of the soil, even when the race has vanished from "the land. I have heard elderl\' men tell their after-dinner stories about the Strangways at ray father's table." '' You know the family portraits at Cheriton? " " The pictures in the hall ? Yes. I have wondered sometimes that your father should have kept them there — effigies of an alien race." " I hate them," exclaimed Juanita, shuddering. " I always had an uncomfortable feeling about them, a feeling of strange cold eyes looking at us in secret enmity ; but now I abhor them. There is a girl's face — a cruel face — that I used rather to admire when I was a child, and sometimes dream about ; and on the last night but one — of — my happy life — I looked at that picture with Godirey, and told him my feeling about that face, and he told nio the pitiful stor}' of the girl whose portrait we were looking at. The creature had a sad life, and died in France, poor and broken-hearted. Two hours later I heard a strange step upon the tenace — while Goilfrey and I wei;e sitting in the library — a stealthy, creeping step, coming near one of the open windows, and then creeping away again. When we looked out there was no one to be seen." " And this was the night before — Sir Godfrey's death ? " "Yes. I told my father about it — after — after my trouble; and when he questioned the gardeners he discovered that footprints had been seen by one of them on the damp gravel the morning after I heard that ghost-like step. They were strange footprints the man was sure, or he would not have noticed them — the prints of a shoo with a ilat heel — not of a large foot, — but they were not very distinct, and he went over them with his roller, and rolled them out, and tliought no more about the fact till my father questioned him. The next day was dry and warm, as you know, and the gravel was hard next night. There were no footprints seen — afterwards." ''Did the gardener trace those marks beyond the terrace— to the avenue, for instance ? " '' Not he. All ho did was to roll them out \vith his iron-roller." "They suggest one point — that the murderer may have been lurking about on the night before the crime." " I am sure of it. That footstep would not have frightened me if there had been no meaning in it. I felt as a Scotchman does when he has seen the shadow of the shroud round his friend's figure. It is a point for you to remember, Theodore ; if you mean to help me." "I do mean to help you." " God bless you for that promise," she cried, giving him her hand, " and if you want any further infomiation about the Strangways there is some one here who may be useful. Godfrey's old bailitT, Jasper Blake, lived over ten years at Cheriton. He only left there 96 The Day will come. when the Squire died, and he almost immediately entered the service of Godfrey's fiither. If you can stay till the evening I will send for him, and you can ask him as many questions as you like." " I will stay. There is a moon rather late in the evening, and I shall be able to get back any time before midnight. But, Juanita, as an honest man, I am bound to tell you that I believe you aro following an ignis fatuus — you are influenced by prejudices and fancies, rather than by reason." CHAPTER X. "The snow Of her sweet coldness hath extinguished quite The fire that but even now began to flame." Theodore Dalbrook, a sensible, hard-headed man of business, was like a puppet in his cousin's hands. She told him to toil for her, and he deemed himself privileged to be allowed so to labour. She put him upon that Avhich, according to his own conviction, was an absolutely false track, and he was compelled to follow it. She bade him think with her thoughts, and he bent his mind to hers. Yes, she was right perhaps. It was a vendetta. Lord Cheriton had lived all these years hemmed round with unseen, unsuspected foes. They had not burned his ricks, or tried to burn his dweUing- house ; they had not slandered him to the neighbourhood in anony- mous letters; they had not poisoned his dogs or his pheasants. Such petty malevolence had been too insignilicant for them. But they had waited till his fortunes had reached their apogee, till his only child had grown from bud to flower and he had wedded her to an estimable young man of patrician lineage and irreproachable character. And, just when fate was fairest the cowardly blow had been struck — a blov/ that blighted one young life, and darkened those tAvo other lives sloping towards the grave, the lives of father and mother, rendered desolate because of their daughter's desolation. Mastered by that will which was his law, the will of the woman he loved, Theodore began to believe as she believed, or at least to think it just possible that there might be amongst the remnant of the Strangway race a man so lost and perverted, so soured by poverty, so envenomed by disgraces and mortifications, eating slowly into the angry heart, like rust into iron, that he had become at last the very incarnation of malignity — hating tlie man who had prospered while he had failed, hating the owner of his people's forfeited estate as if that owner had robbed them of it — hating with so passionate a The Day will come. 97 malevolence that nothing less than murder could appease his wiath. Yes, there mii,dit be such a man. In the history of mankind tiif^ro liave been such crimes. They are not common in England, happily ; but among the Celtic nations they are not uncommon. " My lirst briet','' mused Theodore, with a grim smile, as he walked up and down the drawing-room wdiilc his cousin was writing a memorandum requesting the bailiff's presence. "It is more like a case entrusted to a detective than sulmiitted to counseUs opinion ; but it will serve to occupy my mind while I am eating my diimers. ^[y poor Juanita ! Will her loss seem less, I wonder, when she has discovered the hand that w-idowed her ? " lie dined with his cousin at a small round tabic in the spacious dining-room which had held so many cheerful gatherings in the ycai's that were gone : the sisters and their husbands, and the sisters' friends ; and (rodfrey's college friends; and those old friends of the neighbourhood who seemed only a little less than kindred, by reason of his having known them all his life. And now these two were sitting here alone, and the corners of the room were full of shadows. One large circular lamp suspended over the table was the only light, the carving being done hi a serving-room adjoining. Juanita was too hospitable to allow the meal to be silent or gloomy. She put aside the burden of her grief and talked to her cousin of his family and of his own prospects; and she seemed warmly interested in his future success. It was but a sisterly^nterest, he knew, frankly expressed as a sister's might have been ; yat it was sweet to him nevertheless, and he tdked freely of his plans and hopes. " I felt stilled in that old street," he told her. " A man nuist bo very happy to endure life in a country town." '' But you are not unhapp}-, Theodore? " she interrupted, wondci-- ingly. " Unhappy — no, that would l)e too much to say, perhaps. Vou know how fond I am of my father. I was glad to work w^ith him, and to feel that 1 was useful to him ; but that feeling was not enough to reconcile me to the monotony of my days. A man who has home ties — a wife and children — may be satistied in that narrow circle ; but for a young man with his life before him it is no better than a prison." " I understand," said Juanita, eagerly. *' I can fully sympathize with you. I am very glad you are ambitious, Theodore. A man is worthless who is without ambition. And now tell me what you will do when you go to London. How will you begin ? " " I shall put up at the Inns of Court Hotel for a few days while f look about for a suitable set of chambers, and Avhcn I have found them and furnished them, and brought my books and belongings from Dorchester, I shall sit down and read law. I can read while I am qualifying for the Bar. I shall go on reading after I have quali- tied. My life will be to sit in chambers and read law books until H 98 The Day zvill come. Bomc one brings me business. It hardly sounds like a brilliant cai-eer, does it?" " All beginnings are bard," sbe answered, gently. " I suppose my father went through just the same kind of drudgery when he began?" "Well, yes, he must have gone upon the same lines, I fancy. There is no royal road." " And while you are studying law and waiting for briefs, will you have time to look after my interests ? " " Yes, Juanita. Your interest shall be my first thought always. If it can make you happier to discover your husband's murderer " " Happier ! It is the only thing that can reconcile me to the burden of living." " If it is for your happiness, you need not fear that I shall ever relax in my endeavours. I may fail, — indeed, I fear I must foil, — but it shall not be for the lack of earnestness or perseverance." " I knew that you would help me," she said, fervently, holding out her hand to him across the table. Diimer was over, and they were alone, with the grapes and peaches of the Priory hothouses, which were not even second to those of Cheriton, unlieeded upon the table before them. " Blake is in the house by tliis time, I dare say," said Juanita presently. " Would you like to see him here, and shall I stay, or would you rather talk to liim alone ? " " I had better take him in hand alone. It is always hard work to get straight answers out of that sort of man, and any cross current distracts him. His thoughts are always ready to go off at a tangent." " He knows all about the Squire's children. He can give you any particulars you want about them." The butler came iato the room five minutes afterwards with the coffee, and announced the bailiff's arrival. Juanita rose at once, and left her cousin to receive Jasper Blake alone. He came into the room with rather a sheepish air. He was about sixty, young looking for his age, with a bald forehead, and stubbly iron grey hair, and a little bit of whisker on each sunburnt cheek. He had the horsey look still, though he had long ceased to have anything to do with horses beyond buying and selhng cart-horses for the home farm, and occasionallj'' exhibiting a prize animal in that line. He was a useful servant, and a thoroughly honest man, of the old-fashioned order. " Mr. Blake, I want you to give me some infoimation about old friends of yom-s. I have a little business in hand, which indirectly concerns the Strangway family, and I Avant to be quite clear iti my OAvn mind as to how many are left of them, and where they are to be found." The Day will come. 99 TIic bailiff rubbed one of bis Ktuntcd -wbiskcrs meditatively, and sliook his head. " There was never many of 'em to leave, sir," he said, grumpily, " and I don't believe there's any of 'cm left anywheres. There pceras to have been a curse upon 'em, for the last hundred years. Nothing ever throve with them. Look at what Cheriton is now, and what it was in their time." "I didn't know it in their time, Mr. Blake." " Ah, you're not old enough ; but your father knew the place. He cUd business for the old Squire — till things got too bad — mort- gages, and accommodation bills, and overdrawn accounts at the bank, and such like, and your father washed his hands of the busi- ness — a long-headed gentleman, your father. He can tell you what Cheriton was like in the Squire's time." " Why do you suppose the Strangways are all dead and gone? " " Well, sir, first and foremost it's fifteen years and more since I've heard of any of 'em, and the last I heard was about as bad as bad could be." " What was that last report? " "It was about jMastcr Reginald — that was the eldest son, him that was colonel of a Lancer regiment, and married Lord Dangcrfield'.^! youngest daughter. I remember the bonfires on the hills out by Studlands just as if it happened yesterday, but it's more than forty years ago, and I was a boy in the stables at fourteen shillings a week." " Reginald, the elder son, colonel of Lancers, married Lord Dangerfield's daughter — about 1840," wrote Theodore in a pocket- book Avhich he held ready for taking notes. " What was it you heard about him ? " he asked. " Well, sir, itwas i\[r. de Lacy's servant that told me. He'd been somewhere in the south with his master where there was gambling — a place where the folks make a regular trade of it. It's a wonderful climate, says Mr. de Lacy's man, and the gentry go there fur their health, and very often finish by shooting themselves, and it seems Colonel Strangway was there. He'd come over from Corsica, which it seems was in the neighbourhood — where he'd left his poor wife all among brigands and savages — and he was at the tables day and night, and he had a wonderful run of luck, so tliat they called him the king of the place, and it was who but he? Howsoever the tide turned suddcnlj', and he began losing, and ho lost his last sixpence, in a manner of speaking regular cleaned out, Mr. do Lacy's man said ; and by-and-by tliere comes another gentle- man, a Jewish gentleman from Paris, rolling in money, and playing for the sake of the science, and able to hold out where another man must have given in ; and in a week or two lie was the king of the place, and the Colonel was nowhere, just living on tick at the hotel, and borrowing a fiver from Mr. dc Lacy or any other old acquaintance lOO The Day will come. whenever he liad tlie chance, and making as much i)]ay as he conlil with two or three cart wheels, where he used to play with hundred- franc pieces. And so it went on, and he cut up uncommon rough when anybody happened to offend him, and there was more than one row at the hotel or in the gardens — they don't allow no rows in the gambling rooms, — and just as the season was coming to an end the Colonel went oft" one afternoon to catch the boat for Corsica. The boat was to start after dark from Nice, and there was a lot of traffic in the port, but not as much light as there ought to have been, and the Colonel missed his footing in going from the quay to the boat, and went to the bottom like a plummet. Some people thought he made aw^iy with himself on purpose, and that the one sensible thing he did was to make it look like accident, so as not to vitiate the insurance on his life, which Lord Dangerfield had taken care of, and had paid the premiums ever smce the Colonel began to go to the bad. Anyhow, he never came up again alive out of that water. His death was published in the papers : ' Accidentally drowned at Nice.' I should never have knowm the rights or the wrongs of it if Mr. de Lacy hadn't happened to be visiting here soon afterwards." " Did Colonel Strangway leave no children ? " " Neither chick nor child." " Do you know if his widow is still living ? " " No, sir. That is the last I ever heard of him or his." " What about the younger brother ? " " I believe he must be dead too, though I can't give you chapter and verse. He never married, didn't Mr. Frederick — not to my knowledge. He went on board a man-of-war before he was fifteen, and at five and twenty he was a splendid officer and as fine a yomig man as you need wisli to see ; but he was too fond of the bottle. China was the rain of him, some folks said, and he got court- marshalled out there, not long after they sacked that there Summer Palace there was so much talk about ; and then he contrived to pass into the mercantile marine, which was a come-down for a Strangway, and for a few years he was one of their finest officers, a regidar dare-devil ; could sail a ship faster and safer than any man in the service ; used to race home with the spring pickings of tea, when tea wasn't the cheap muck it is now, and when there weren't no Suez Canal to spoil sport. But he took to his old games again, and he got broke again, broke for drunkenness and insubordination ; and then he went and loafed and drank in Jersey — where, it's my belief, he died some years ago." " You have no positive information about his death? " " I can't say that I have." " There was one daughter, I tliink ? " " Yes, there was a daughter, Miss Eva. I taught her to ride. There wasn't a finer horsewoman in Dorsetshire, but a devil of a temper— the real Strangway temper. I wasn't surprised when I The Day will come. loi licard slicM raariied badly; 1 wasn't siu'priscd when I heard she'd run away from her husband." '' Did she leave an}^ children ? " " No, not by him." " But afterwards — do you know if there were children ? " "I can't say that I do. Sho was living in Boulogne when I last heard of lier, and somebody told me afterwards that she died there." "That's vague. She may bo living still." • " I don't think that's likely. It's more than ten years — aj% it's nearer fifteen — since I heard of lier death. She was not the kind of woman to hide her light under a bushel for a quarter of a century. If she were alive I feel sine we sliould have heard of her at Cheriton. Lord ! how fond sho was of the place, and how proud she was of her good looks and her old name, and how haughty and overbearing she was with every other young woman that ever came in her way."' " She must have been a remarkably disagreeable young person, I take it." '' Well, not altogether, sir. She had a taking way when she wasn't in her tantrums, and she was very good to the poor people about Ciieriton. Tlanj doated upon her. Siie never quarrelled witli them. It was with her father she got on worst. Those two never could hit it off. They were too much alike. And at last, when she was close upon seventeen, and a regular clipper, things got so bad tiiat the Squire packed off the governess at an iiour's warning. She was too young and silly to manage such a pupil as Miss Strangway, and it's my belief she sided with her in all her mischief, and madt' things worse. He turned her out of doors neck and crop, and a Aveek afterwards he took his daughter up to London and handed her over to an English lady, who kept a finishing school somewhere abroad, at a place called Losun." "At Lausanne, I think." " Yes, that was the name. She was to stay there for a year, and tlien she was to have another year's schoohng in Paris to finish her ; but she never got to Paris, didn't Miss Eva. She ran off from Lausanne with a lieutenant in a marching regiment, and her fathoi- never saw her fiice again. He had no money to give her if she Jiail married ever so well, Init he took a pride in striking her name out of liis will all the same." " What was her husband's name ? " "Darcy — Tom Uarcy. He was au Irishman, and I've heard he treated her very badly." '• Do you know how long it was after her marriage that she left him ? " " I only know when I heard they were parted, and tliat was six or seven years after she ran away from Lausanne." •' How long was that before the Squire's death and the sale of the estate ? " I02 The Day zvill come. " Nearly ten years, I should say." " That makes it about thirty-four years ago ? " "Yes, that's about it." Theodore noted down the date in his book. He had heard all these things before now — loosely, and in a disjointed fasliion — never having'been keenly interested in the vicissitudes of the Strangways. "Who was the man who took her away from her husband ? " " God knows," said Jasper. " None of us at Cheriton ever heard. We fancied he must have been a Frenchman, for she was heard of afterwards — a good many years afterwards — at Boulogne. Our old Vicar saw her there the year before he died — it must have been as late as sixty-four or sixty-five, I fancy, — a •UTeck, he said. He wouldn't have recognized her if she hadn't spoken to him, and she had to tell him who she was. I heard him tell mj' old master all about it, one summer afternoon at the Vicarage gate, when Sir Godfrey had driven over to see him. Yes, it must have been as late as sixty-five, I believe." " Five years after Lord Cheriton bought the estate?" " About that." '"Do you remember the name of Miss Strangway's governess? Of course, you do, though." The bailiff' rubbed his iron-grey whisker with a puzzled air. " My memory's got to be like a corn-sieve of late j^ears," he said, "but I ought to remember her name. She was at Cheriton over four years, and I only wish I had a guinea for every time I've sat behind her and Miss Strangway in the pony chaise. She was a light-hearted, good-tempered young woman, but she hadn't bone enough for her work. She wasn't up to Miss Strangwaj^'s weight. Let me see now — what was that young woman's name ? — she was a good-looking girl, sandy, with a high colour and a freckled skin. I ought to remember." " Take a glass of claret, Mr. Blake, and take your time. The name will come back to you. Have you ever heard of the lady since she left Cheriton ? " " Never — she wasn't likely to come back to this part of the world after having been turned out neck and crop, as she was. What was the name of the man who saw the apple fall ? — Newton — that was it, Sarah Newton. Miss Strang^vay used to call her Sally. I re- member that." " Do you know where she came from, or what her people were ? "' "She came from somewhere near London, and it's my opinion her father kept a shop ; but she was very close about her home and her relatives." " And she was young, you say? " " Much too young for the place. She couldn't have been five and twenty when she left ; and a girl like Miss Strangway, a mother- less girl, wauted some one older and -wiser to keep her in order." The Day will come. 103 " Had the Squire's wife been long dead at that time ? " "She died before I went to service at Cheriton. ]Miss Eva couldn't have been much above seven years old when she lost her mother." Theodore asked no more questions, not seeing his way to extract- ing any furtlier information from the bailiff. He had been acquainted with most of tliose fiicts before, or had heard them tallied about. The handsome daughter who ran away from a foreign school with a penniless subaltern — the Strangway temper, and the pitched battles between the spendthril't father and the motherless unmanageable girl — the life-long breach, and tlien a life of povertj^and an untimely death in a strange city, only vaguely known, yet put forward as a positive and established fact. He had heard all tiiis: but the old servant's recollections helped him to talwlate his f icts — helped him, too, with the name of the governess, wliicli might be of some use in enabling him to trace the stor}^ of the last of tlic Strangways. " If there is any ground for Juanita's theory, I think the man most likely to have done the deed would be the Colonel of Lancers, supposed to be drowned at Nice. If I were by any means to dis- cover that the story of the drowming was a mistake, and that tlie Colonel is in the land of the living, I should be iiirlined to adopt Juanita's view of the murder." lie encouraged the bailiff to take a second glass of claret, and talked over local interests with him for ten minutes or so, while his dog-cart was being brought round; and then, ^Ir. Blake having witiidrawn, lie went to the drawing-room where Juanita was sitting at work by a lainivlit table, and wished her good night. " Did you find Jasper intelligent ? " she asked, eagerly. " Very intelligent." " And did you find out all you wanted from him ? " "Not quite all. He told me very little that I did not know before ; but there were one or two facts that may be useful. Good night, Nita, good night, and good-bye." ''Not for long," she answered. "You will spend Christmas at home, of course." " Yes, I shall go home for the Cln-istmas w^eek, I suppose." " You will have something to tell mo by that time, perhaps. You will be on the track." " Don't be too .sanguine, Xita. I will do my uttermost." "I am sure you will. Ah, you don't know how I trust you, how I lean upon you. God bless you, Theodore. You are my strong rock. I, who never had a brother, tiu'n to you as a sister might. If vou can do this thing for me — if vou can avenge his cruel death '" "If — what then, Juanita?" he asked, paling suddenly, and his eyes flaming. " I shall honour — esteem you — as I have never done yet; and yoi^ I04 The Day will come. know I have always looked up to yon, Theodore. God bless and prosper you. Good night." Her speech, kind as it was, fell upon his enthusiasm like ice. He was holding both her hands, almost crushing them unawares in his vehemence. Then his grip loosened all at once, he bent his head, gently kissed those slender hands, muttered a husky good night, and imrried from the room. CHAPTEE XL "The God of love — ah, benedicite! How mighty and how great a Lord is he ! " A WEKK later Theodore Dalbrook was established in chunibers on the second floor of No. 2, Ferret Court, Temple. Ferret Court is one of the few places in tlie Temple which have not been improved and beautified out of knowledge within the last thirty years. The architect and the sanitary engineer have passed by on the other side, and have left Ferret Court to its original tihabbiness. Its ceilings have not been elevated, or its windows widened, nor has the Early-English stone front replaced the shabby (lid brickwork. Its time has not come. The rooms are small and low, the queer old closets where generations of lawj'ers have kept their goods and chattels are dark and redolent of mice. The stair- cases are rotten, the hea\'y old ballusters are black with age, and the deep old window-seats are set in windows of the early Georgian era. The chambers suited Theodore, first because they were cheap, and next because the sitting-room, which was at the back, commanded a good view of the river. The bedroom was a tolerable size, and there was a dressing-room just big enough to hold bath and boots. He furnished the rooms comfortably, with solid old-fashioned furni- ture, partly consisting of surplus articles sent from the old liouse in Dorchester, and partly of his own purchases in London. The rooms were arranged with a sober taste which was by no means inartistic, and there was just enough bright colouring in the Algerian portieres and a few handsome pieces of Oriental crockery to relieve the dark tones of old oak and Spanish mahogany. Altogether the chambers had the established look of a nest which was meant to last tlirough wind and weather, a shelter in which a man expected to spend a good many years of his life. He had another reason for choosing those old rooms in Ferret Court in preference to chambers in any of those new and commo- dious houses in the courts that had been rebuilt of late years. It was in this house that James Dalbrook had begun hjs legal career j The Day will come. 105 it was here, on the ground floor, that the future Lord Chcritun had waited for briefs nearly forty years ago ; and it was here that fame and fortune had first visited liim, a sliining apparition, bringing brightness into the shabby old rooms, irradiating the gloomy old court with the glory of ti'iumphaut ambition, hopes suddenly realized, the consciousness of victory. James Dalbrook had occu- pied tliose dingy chambers fifteen years, and long after he became a great man, and he had gone from them almost reluctantly to u spacious first-lloor in King's Bench Walk. He had enjoyed the reputation of a miser at that period of his life. He was never known to give a dinner to a friend ; he lived in a close retirement which his enemies stigmatized as a hole-and-corner life ; he was never seen at places of amusement ; he never played cards, or bet U2)0n a race. Socially he was unpopular. Theodore had taken all the j)reliminary steps, and had arranged to read with a well-known special pleader. He was thoroughly in earnest in his determination to succeed in tliis new line. He wanted to prove to his father that his abandonment of the Dorchester ofiice was neither a caprice nor a folly. He was even more in earnest in his desire to keep his promise to his cousin Juanita. Almost his first act upon arriving in London had been to go to Scot- land Yard in the hope of finding the detective who had been sent to Cheriton, and his inquiries there were so far successful that he was able to make an appointment with ^Ir. Churton for the next day but one. He had talked with Chmton after the adjourned inquest, and had heard all tliat the professional intellect had to offer in the way of opinion at that time ; but he thought it worth his while to find out if the detective's ideas had taken any new development upon subse- quent reflection, and also to submit Juanita's theory to professional consideration. He was not one of those amateurs who think that they are cleverer at a trade than the man who has served a long apprenticeship to it. " Have you thought anything more about the Cheriton murder since last July, Mr. Churton?" he asked; "or has your current work been too engrossing to give you time for thought ? " "No, sir. I've had plenty of other cases to think about, but I'm not likel}' to forget such a case as that at Cheriton, a case in whicli I was worsted more completely than I have been in anything for tlie last ten vears. I've thought about it a good bit, I can assure vou, .Mr. Dalbrook." " And do you see any new liglit ? " " No, sir. I stick pretty close to my original opinion. Sir Godfrey Carmichael was murdered by somebody that bore a grudge against him ; and there's a woman at the bottom of it." " Why a woman ? Might not a man's hatred be deadly enough to lead to murder?" " Not unless he was egged on by a woman ; or had been jilted by io6 The Day will come. a woman ; or was jealous of a woman ; or thought he had a woman's wrongs to avenge." " Is that what your experience teaches you, Mr. Churton ? " " Yes, Mr. Dalbrook, that is what my experience teaches me." " And you think it was an enemy of Sir Godfrey's who fired that shot?" " I do." "Do j^ou think the enemy was a woman — the hand that pulled the trigger a woman's hand? " "No, I don't. A woman couldn't have been about the place without being remarked — or got clear off, as a man might." " There are the servants. Could the murderer be one of them ? " " I do not think so, sir. I've taken stock of them all — stables — lodges — ever}rwhere. I never met with such a superior set of servants. The person at the west lodge is a lady bred and born, I should say. She gave me a good deal of information about the household. I consider her a remai-kably intelligent woman, and I know she is of my opinion as to the motive of the murder." " And yet if I tell you that Sir Godfrey had not an enemy in the world ? " said Theodore, dwelling on the main point, and not par- ticularly interested in what the highly-intelUgeut Mrs. Porter might have said upon the subject. " I should tell you, sir, that no man can answer for another man. There is something in the lives of most of us that we would rather keep dark." " I don't believe there was any dark spot in Sir Godfrey's life. But what if there were an enemy of Lord Cheriton's — a man who has been a judge is in a fair way to have made enemies — a foe vindictive enough to strike at him through his son-in-law. to smite him by destroying his daughter's happiness ? She is his only child, remember, and all his hopes and ambitions centre in her." " Well, Mr. Dalbrook, if there was such a man he would be an out-and-out blackguard." " Yes, it would be a refinement of cruelty — a Satanic hate ; but such a man might exist. Remember the murder of Lord Maj^o — one of the wisest and most beloved of India's rulers. The wretch who killed him had never seen his face till the day of the murder. He thought himself unjustly condemned, and he killed the man who represented the Power which condemned him. Might not some wrong-headed Englishman have the same vindictive feehng against an English judge ? " " Yes, it is possible, no doubt." " My cousin. Lady Carmichael, has another theory." Theodore explained the positions of Lord Cheriton and the race that preceded him as o'wners of the soil, and Juanita's suspicion of some unknown member of the Strang way family ; but the detective rejected this notion as unworthy of professional consideration. The Day zuill come. 107 "It is like a youug lady to get Ruch an idea into her head," he Baiegin tlieir career in West End lodgings and a hired brougham. If the motlicr were to go in quest of her, and bring her home here, it might be only to bring shame and misery upon her declining j^ears. The creature may have fallen too low for the possibility of reformation, and the mother's last hours might be darkened by her sin. I would do much to rescue her — but I would rather try to save her through a stranger's help than by the mother's intervention." Lord Cheriton continued his pacing to and fro, and did not appear particularly interested in the case of Mercy Porter. He had been much troubled by her flight from Cheriton. for the seducer was his own familiar friend, and he had felt himself in somewise to blamo for having lirought such a man to Cheriton. Ho told himself that ho would not have had Tremaine inside his house had his own daughter been out of the schoolroom ; and yet he had allowed the man to cross the path of the widow's only child, and to bring deso- lation and soiTow upon the woman whose life he had in somewise taken under his ])rotection. " There are people wliose mission it is to hunt out that kind of misery," he said, after an interval of silence. " I hope one of those good women will rescue IMcrcy Porter. I think you have been wise in saying nothing to the mother. She has got over hor trouble, and anything she might hear about the girl would only be a reopening of old wounds." "She is a wonderful woman," replied the vicar; "I never saw such grief as hers when the girl ran away ; and yet within a few months she had calmed down into the placid personage sho has been ever since. Sho is a woman of very powerful mind. I 124 '^^^^ ^^y "^^^^ come. sometimes wonder that even at her age she can content herself with the monotonous life she leads in that cottage." "Oh, she likes the place, I believe, and the life suits her," said Lord Cheriton, carelessl}'. " She had seen a good deal of trouble before she came here, and this was a quiet haven for her after the storms of life. I am very sorry the daughter went wrong," he added, with a sudden cloud upon liis face. " Tluit was a bitter blow ; and I shall never forgive myself for having brought that scoundrel Tremaiue here." " lie is dead, is he not ? " " Yes, be was killed in Afghanistan six years ago. He was a good soldier though he was a bad man. I dare say he made his being ordered off to India an excuse for leaving Mercy — left her with a trifle of money perhaps, and a promise of further remittances, and then let her drift. I told my lawyer to keep his eye upon her, if possible, and to establish her in some respectable calling if ever he saw the chance of doing so ; but she eluded him somehow, as you know." '' Yes, j'ou told me what you had done. It was like you to think even of so remote a claim upon your generosity." " Oh, she belonged to Cheriton. I have cultivated the patriarchal feeling as much as I can. All who live upon my land are under my protection." " Lady Cheriton has been a good friend to jMrs. Porter too." " My wife is always kind." Juanita accepted her cousin's account of what he had heard and read at St. Ileliers, as the closing of his researches in the history of the Strangways. The sister's death in a shabby exile remained to be traced ; but there was no light to be expected there ; and Juanita felt tliat she must now submit to surrender her superstition about that evil race. It was not from them the blow had come. The miu-derer had to be hunted for in a wider range, and the quest would be more difficult than she had thought. She was not the less intent upon discovery because of this difficulty. " I have all my life before me," she told herself, " and I have nothing to live for but to see his murderer punished."' It had been Juanita's especial, desire that the Morningsides and the Grenvilles should be invited to the Priory just as they had been in Sir Godfrey's lifetime — that all the habits of the household should be as he had willed them when his bodily presence was there among them, as he was now in the spirit, to Juanita's imagination. She thought of him every hour of the day, and in all things deferred to his opinions and ideas, shaping the whole course of her life to please him who was lying in that dark resting-place where there is neither pain nor pleasure. When November came, however, and with it the group of Grenvilles, nurses and nursery governess, and the Morningsides The Day will come. 125 with valet and maid, it seemed to Juaiiita as if the wild conipanioni; of Comus or a contingent from I'odlam had invaded the sober old I'riory. Those loud voices in the hall, that perpetual running up and down and talking and laughing upon the staircase ; the everlasting opening and shutting of doors ; the roll of carriage-wheels driving up to the door a dozen times in a day; the bustle and fuss and commotion which two cheerful families in rude health can contrive to make in a house where they feel themselves perfectly at home — all these things were agonizing to the mourner who had lived in silence and shadow from the hour of her loss until now. IIapj)ily, however, Lady Jane was there to take all tlie burden off those weary shoulders; and Lady Jane in the character of a grandmother was in her very fittest sphere. Between her ladyship and the housekeeper all arrangements were made, and every detail was attended to without inflicting the slightest trouble upon Juanita. " You shall sec just as little of them all as you like, dear," said Lady Jane. " You can breakfast and lunch in your morm'ng-rooin. and just come down to dinner when you feel equal to being with us, and then you will see the darlings at dessert. I know tlicy will cheer you, with their pretty little ways. Such loving pets as they are too, and so full of intelligence. Did I tell you what Johnnie said yesterday, at lunch ? " "Yes, dear Lady Jane, you did tell me. It was very funny," replied Juanita, with a faint smile. She could not tell that adoring grandmother that the children ■were a burden to her, and that those intelligent speeches and deliglit- fid mispronunciations of polysyllabic words which convulsed part'uts and grandparent seemed to add perceptibly to her own gloom. She pretended to be interested in Tom's letter from Eton with a modest request for a large hanii)er, and she made a martyr of her- self by showing Susie picture-books, and explaining the pictures, or by telling Lucy her favourite Hans Andersen story, which never palled upon that young listener. «' Don*t you think you would like a new one ? " Juanita would ask. " No, no, not a new one — the same, please. I want ' The Proud Darning Needle.' " So the adventures of "The Proud Darning Needle" had to be read or related as the case might be. Juanita took Lady Jane's advice and spent the greater jiart of every day in her morning-room, that room which had been Godfrey's den. It was further from the staircase than any other sitting-room, and the clatter and the shrill voices were somewhat modified by distance. The house-party amused themselves after their hearts' desire, and worked the horses with the true metropolitan feeling that a horse is au animal designed for locomotion, and that he can't have too much of it. Lady Jane was the most indulgent of deputy hostesses, and 126 The Day zvill come. spent all breakfixst time in cutting sandwiches of a particularly dainty kind for her sons-in-law, so that they might be sustained between the luxurious home breakfast at nine, and the copious luncheon with which the cart met the shooters by appointment at half-past one. When the shooters had started there were the httle Grenvilles to slave for ; and Lady Jane spent another half-hour in seeing them oft" upon their morning constitutional, Lucy on her Shetland, and Johnnie, Susie, and Godolphin on their short little legs, with groom and nurses in attendance. There were so many wraps to be adjusted, so many injunctions to be given to nurses and groom, so many little pockets to be filled with gingerbreads and queen-cakes, while Mrs. Grenville looked on, and protested against gi'andmamma's infraction of hj^gienic rules. Dr. Dobson Drooce had said they must never eat between meals. Juanita rarely appeared before afternoon tea, when she was generally installed in her own particular easy-chair by the fire, fenced round by a seven-leaved Indian screen, which was big enough to include a couple of small tables and a creepie stool, before the sisters-in-law came in from their afternoon di'ive, or the shooters dropped in after their day in the woods. There were no other guests than the sisters and their husbands ; and it was an rmderstood thing that no one else should be asked, unless it were Lord and Lady Cheriton, the Dalbrooks from Dorchester, or Mr. Scarsdale. No one could have been sweeter than the young widow was to her visitors during the hours she spent with them, listening with inexhaustible patience to Jessica Grenville's gi'aphic account of the measles as lately "taken" by her whole brood, with all the after consequences of the malady, and the amount of cod-liver oil and quinine consumed by each patient ; pretending to be interested \\\ Ituth Morningside's perpetual disquisitions upon smart people and smart people's frocks ; and in every way performing her duty as a hostess. And yet George Grenville was not altogether satisfied. " I'll tell you what it is, Jess," he said to his wife one night, in the luxurious privacy of the good old-fashioned bedroom, seated on tiie capacious sofa in front of the monumental four-poster, witii elaborately-turned columns, richly-moulded cornice, and heavy damask curtains ; the kind of bedstead for which our ancestors gave iifty guineas, and for which no modern auctioneer can obtain a bid of fifty shillings ; " I'll tell you what it is, Jess," repeated Mr. Grenville, frowning at the fire, " either your brother's widow gives herself confounded airs, or there is something in the wind." "I'm afraid so, George," replied his wife, meekly. " You're afraid of what ? Why the deuce can't you be coherent ? Afraid of her airs " " I'm afraid there is — something in the wind," faltered the sub- The Day will conic. 127 missive lady. '• I suppose it's tlio best thing that could happen to lier, poor girl, for a nursery will be an occupation for lier mind, and prevent her brooding on her loss ; but this place would have been very nice for Tom all the same." ''I should think it would indeed, and ho ought not to be swindled out of it," saiil ^Ir. Grenville, with a disgusted air. " I — I am sur- prised at your sister-in-law ! I have always considered that there is a kind of indelicacy in a ])Osthumous child. It may be a prejudice on my part, but I have always felt a sort of revulsion when I have heard of such creatures," and j\Ir. Grenville curled his lordly aquiline nose, and made a wry face at the jovial tire, l)lazing hospitably, heaped high with coals and wood, and roaring up towards the frosty sky. CIIAPTER XIV. "Then tbroii:;li my brain the tliouf^ht did ptisi', Kven as a flash of lipfhtninj:; tliero, That there was soinethint; in her air, Wliich would not doom me to despair ; And on the tliought my words broke forth." IT Af?nrs'0T0X Dat^brook was as keenly imprcsRcd with a sense of stupendous self-sacrilice in giving up his prospects in the Church as if the Primacy had only been a question of time ; yet as his Divinity examination had twice ended in disappointment and a shamefaced return to the paternal roof-tree, it might be thought that, in his friend Sir Henry Baldwin's j)hraseology, ho was very well out of it. Sir Henry was the average young man of the epoch, shai-p, shallow, and with a strong belief in his own superiority to the human race in general, and naturally to a friend whose father plodded over leases and agreements in an old-fashioned office in a country town ; but the two young men happened to have been thrown together at O.xford. where Sir Henry was at Christ Church while Harrington Dalbrook was at New ; and as Sir Henry's ancestral home was within six miles of Dorchester, the friendship begun at the University was continued in the county town. Sir Henry lived at a good old Georgian house called the [Mount, between Dorchester and Weymouth. It was a red brick house, with a centre and two wings, a Corinthian portico of Portland stone, and a wide level lawn in front of the portico, that was brilliant with scarlet geraniums all the summer. There were no novelties in the way of gardening at the [Mount, and there were never likely to be any new departures while Lady Baldwin held the reins of power. 128 The Day will come. She was known in the locaUty as a lady of remarkable " closeness," a lady who pared do'wn every department of expenditure to the very bone. The gardens and shrubberies were always in perfect order, neat, trim, weedless ; but everything was reduced to the minimum of outlay ; there were no new plants or shrubs, no specimen trees, no innovations or improvements ; there was very little " glass," and there were only two gardeners to do the work in grounds for which most people would have kept four or five. The dowager was never ashamed to allude to the smallness of her jointure or to bemoan her son's college debts. She had two daughters, the younger pale, sickly, and insignificant ; the elder tall and large, with a beauty of the showy and highly-coloured order, brown eyes, a complexion of milk and roses, freely sprinkled with freckles, and light wavy hair, which in a young woman of meaner station might have been called red. The neighbourhood was of opinion that it was time for the elder Miss Baldwin to marry, and that she ought to marry well ; but that important factor in marriage, the bridegroom, was not forthcoming. It was a ground of complaint against Sir Henry that he never brought any eligible young men to the Mount. " My mother's housekeeping would frighten them away if I did," answered Henry, when hard driven upon this point. " The young men of the present day like a good dinner. There isn't a tliird-rate club in London where the half-crown house dinner isn't better than the food we have here — better cooked and more plentiful." " Perhaps, if you helped mother a little things would be more comfortable than they are," remonstrated Laura, the younger sister, who generally took upon herself the part of Mentor. " You must know that her income isn't enough to keep up this place as it ought to be kept." " I don't know anything of the kind. I believe she is hoarding and scraping for you two girls ; but she'll find by-and-by that she has been penny wise and pound foolish, for nobody worth having vdll ever propose to Juhet in such a dismal hole as this," continued the baronet, scornfully surveying the old-fashioned furniture, which had never been vivified by modem frivohties, or made more luxurious by modern inventions. " " Juliet is not the beginning and end of our lives," replied Laura, soin-ly. " She has plenty of opportunities, if she were only capable of using them. I know her visiting costs a small fortune." " A very small one," said Juhet; " I have fewer gowns than any girl I meet, and have to give smaller tips when I am leaving. The servants are hardly civil to me when I go back to a house." " I dare say not," retorted Laura, " considering that you expect other people's maids to do more for you than your own maid would do, if you had one." Juliet sighed, and shrugged her graceful shoulders* The Day icill come. 129 " It is all vci'y liunid and very sordid," she said, " and I wish I uiTO dead." '■ 1 don't go so far as that," replied Lam-a, "but I wish with all my heart you were married, and that naother and I could live in l.c-acc." AH this meant that the handsome IMiss Baldwin was seven and twenty, and that although she had drunk the cup of praise from men and women, not one clipbli! man with place and fortune to ofl'er luid oiVerod himself. Kligible men had admired and had praised and had ilattered, and had ridden away, like the kni;:;ht of old, and had married some other girl ; a girl with money generally, an American girl sometimes. Juliet Baldwin hated the very name of Cohmibus. For want of some one better to flirt with, Juliet had flirted with Harrington Dalbrook. lie was her junior by two years, and on his lirst visit to the Mount had succumbed to her beauty, and to the cliarm of manners which somewhat exaggerated the progressive spirit of the smart world. Miss Baldwin was amused by her con- quest, though slie had no idea of allowing her acquaintance with her brother's friend to travel beyond the strictest limits of that st;ite of things which our neighbours call " llirtage." But " flirtage " nowa- days is somewhat comprcliensive; and with Juliet it went so far as to allow her admirer to gratify her with offerings of gloves and flowers for her ball-dresses, when she was staying with friends in Bclgravia, and the young man was taking a holiday in London. It may be that the fascinations of this young lady had something to do with Harrington's faihire to pass his Divinity examination, juid with his subsequent renunciation of the Church of l^igland for the wider faith of the naturalist and tlie metaphysician. lie told liis family tiiat he had got beyond Christianity as it was midorstood by Ciiurchmen, and set forth in the Tiiirty-nine Articles, lie hail gone from the river to tlie sea, as he explained it, from the narrow banket 1-in river of orthodoxy to the wide ocean of the new faith — faith in humanity — faith in a universal brotherhood — faith in one's self as superior to anything else in tho universe, past or present. In this enlightened attitude he had grasped at Theodore's ofler, — all the more eagerly, perhaps, because he had lately heard Juliet Baldwin's emphatic declaration apropos to nothing particular — that she would never marry a parson, and that the existence of a parson's wife in town or country seomed to her of all lives the most odious. Would she take more kindly to a lawyer, he asked himself with a siidcing heart. Would a country practice, life in an old-fashioned liousc in an old-fashioned market-town, satisfy her ambition ? Ho fejired not. If he wanted that radiant creature for his wife, he must exchange country for town, Dorchester fu" Lincoln's Inn Fields, and a house in Ciiester Street, or at least Gloucester Place. She had been used to Bclgravia ; but she might perhaps tolerate the neigh- K 130 The Day zuill conic. liomliood of Portraan Square, the unaristocratic sound of Baker Street, the convenience of Atlas omnibuses, until he should be able to start his brougham. Led on by this guiding star he told himself that what he had to do was to become learned in the law, particularly in the science,'art, and mystery of conveyancing, which branch of a familj^ practice he believed to be at once dignified and lucrative. He had to make liimself master of his profession, to make his experiments upon the inferior clay of Dorsetshire — upon farmers and small gentry, — and then to persuade his father to buy him a London practice, au aristocratic London practice, such as should not call a blush to the cheek of a fashionable wife. He had met solicitors' wives who gave themselves all the airs of great ladies, and who talked as if the Bench and the Bar were set in motion and kept going bj- their hus- bands. Such a wife would Juliet be could he be so blessed as to win her. The mild "flirtage," involving much tribute from the glover and the florist, the bookseller and the photographer, had been going on lor nearly three j-ears, and Harrington was tremendously in earnest. His sisters had encouraged him in his infatuation, thinking that it would be rather a nice thing to have a baronet as a family connec- tion, and with a sneaking admiration for Sir Henry Baldwin's club- house manners, and slangy vocabular}^, which had to be translated to them in the first instance by Harrington. They liked to be intimate with Miss Baldwin of the ]Mount, liked to see her smart little pony-cart waiting for an hour in front of the door in Cornhill, while the young lady prattled about her conquests, her frocks, and her parties, over the afternoon tea-table. True that she never talked about anybody but herself, except when she depreciated a rival belle ; but the background of her talk was the smart world, and that was a world of which Janet and her sister loved to hear, albeit " plain-living and high-thinking " was their motto. Sir Hcniy had a small hunting stud, and somewhat ungraciously allowed his elder sister an occasional mount, although, as he took care to impress upon her, ho hated hunting women. For the pleasure of being in the young lady's society Harrington, who had no passion for horsemanship, became all of a sudden an ai'dent sportsman, borrowed his brother's cob, Peter, and was ultimately cajoled into the puix-hase of an elderly hunter, which was not quite quick enough for his friend Sir Henry. " You don't mean hunting in the shires, so pace is not of so much consequence to you as it is to uie," said the baronet. " Mah- niud will carry you beautifully in our comitry, and he's as quiet as a sheep." It is possible that this qualification of sheepishness was Mahmud's chief merit in Harrington's estimation. He was a black horse, and looked a good deal for the money. Sir Henry asked a hundred The Day luill conic. 131 giiiiioas fur him, and finally took his frieiurs acceptance for eighty, and this transaction was the tirst burden of debt which Harrington Dalbrook laid upon his shoulders after leaving the University. There liad been college debts, and he had considerably exceeded a very liberal allowance, but his father had paid those debts to the last shilling; and one grave and stern remonstrance, with a few fatherly words of advice for the future, had been all that Harrington had been called upon to endure. But he did not forget that his father had warned him against the consequences of any future folly. He felt rather imcoinfortable when the black horse was brought to the door one hunting morning, and when his father happened to be in the front office, whence he could see the unknown animal. " Where did you get that black horse, Harrington V Is it a liii-e ? " he asked. " No. The fact is I've bought him." "Have you really? You must bo richer than I gave you crctht fur being if you can afford to buy yourself a hunter. He looks a well-bred one, but shows work. I hope you didn't give much for him." " No ; I got him on easy terms." '■ Not on credit, I hope." " No ; of course not. Sir Henry Baldwin sold him to me. I had saved a little out of my allowance, don't you know? " " I'm very glad to hear it. And now bo off and get a good day's sport, if you can. I shall want you to stick to your desk to-morrow." Harrington took up his cro]) and hurried out, with a heart as heavy as lead. Never until to-day had he told his father a deliberate falsehood ; but Matthew Dalbrcjok's searching look had frightened him out of his veracity. Only six months ago he had solemnly ]»ledged himself to avoid debt, and he had broken his pronn'sc already, and owed eighty guineas for a lieast which he could hardly hope to ride to hounds half a dozen times that season. He had involved himself for the beast's maintenance also, for his father's stables were full, and he had been obliged to put this new animal out at livery. He began to feel now that he had made a fool of himself; that he had been talked into buying a horse f(jr which ho had very little use. He was jogging along in a low-spirited way when Sir Henry and his sister came up behind him at a sharj) trot, whereat ^lahmud gave a buck-jump that almost unseateil him. "The black looks a tritle fresh tliis morning," said Sir Heniy. "You'll take it out of him presently. Ho suits you capitally, and he's well up to your weight. I was a little bit too heavy for him. You'll find him go like old boots." Miss I'aldwin, fluslied with fresh air and exercise, looked more than usually brilliant. She was particularly amiable too; and when Han'ington complained that he might not be able to give Mahmud enough work she offered to meet the difficulty. 132 The Day will come. " Send him over to me whenever you don't want Lini," she said, chceril3^ " I'll make him handy for you. " The black gave another buck -jump, and Harrington felt inclined to lay him at her feet there and then. It was only the remembrance of that horrid slip of stamped paper, which had doubtless already been turned into cash by Sir Henry, which restrained him. He made up his mind to send IMahmud to TattersaU's at the end of the hunting season, to be sold mthout reserve. Juliet was riding a thorough-bred of which she was particularly fond, and was in very high spirits during the earlier part of the day; and in her lively society Harrington forgot the stamped paper, and gradually got on good terms with his horse. IMahmud had, indeed, no fault but age. He knew a great deal better how to keep near the hounds than his new master, and promised to be a valuable acquisition. , Harrington felt that he was distinguishing himself. " The black suits you down to the ground," shouted Sir Henry, in the middle of a run, as he bucketed past his friend upon a pulling chestnut that had no respect for anybody, but clove his way through the ruck of riders like a battering-ram. Sir Henry boasted ot this animal that he never kicked a hound. " Small thanks to him," said the Master, " for he kicks everything else. Hounds are not good enough for him. He nearly smashed my leg last Monday." Harrington and Juliet did a good deal of quiet flirtation while the hounds were drawing a spinney rather late in the day, after a very good run and a kill. He told her all about the change in his position, and that he was to be his father's partner after a very short ap- prenticeship to the law. " And you will live in Dorchester all your life," said Juliet, with an involuntary disgust. " Not if I can help it. I don't mean to vegetate in a dead-alive provincial town. My father has a London connection already, and all his business wants is a little new blood. I hope to start chambers in Lincoln's Inn Fields before I am many years older. And if I should marry," he continued, faltering a little, " I could afford to have a house in the West End — May Fair or Belgi'avia, for instance." " Let it be Maj' Fair, I beg — for j'our wife's sake, whoever she maj' be," exclaimed Juliet lightly. "A small house in Belgravia is an abomination. There is an atmosphere of invincible dreariness throughout that district which can only be redeemed bj' wealth and splendour. Perhaps it is because the place is on a level with Mill- bank. There is a flavour of the prison in the very air. Now, in Curzon or Hertford Street one breathes the air of the Park and Piccadilly, and one could exist in a bandbox. But really now, Harrington, joking apart, is it not rather wild in a young man like you — not out of paternal leading-strings — to talk about marriage and housekeeping ? " The Day will come. " One can't help thinkin,'^ of tlic future. Besides, I am not so vorv young. I am four and twenty." .Juliet lau;;liecl a short cynical lau,iL,'h, which ended in a sigh. She wondered whether he knew that she was three years older. Brothers are such traitors. " I am four and twentj', and I feel that it is in me to succeed," concluded Harrington, with a comfortable vanity which he mistook for the self-confidence of genius. The hounds drew blank, and the riders jogged homewards pre- sently, by lane and common, Sir Henry keeping in front with one of his particular friends, and talking horse-flesh all the way, while Juliet and Harrington followed slowly side by side in earnest conversation. He told her the history of his doubts, about which she did not care twojicnce — his " phases of faith and feeling," as he expressed it alliteratively. All she wanted to know was about his prospects — whether his father \vas as well off as ho was said to be — she had heard people talk of him as a very ricli man — those officious people who are always calculating other people's incomes, and descanting upon the little their neiglibours spend, and the much that they must contrive to save. Juliet had heard a good deal of this kind of talk about Matthew Ualbrook, whose unpretentious and somewhat old-fashioned style of living gave an impression of reserved force — wealth invested and accumulating for a smarter generation. After all, perhaps, this young man, whose adoration was obvious, might not be a despicable ^;art«. He might be pretty well oft' by-and-by, with a fourth, or better than a fourth, share of JIatthew Dalbrook's scrapings, — and lie was Lord Chcriton's cousin, and therefore could hardly be called a nobody. Moved by these considerations, gravely weighed in the grave and grey November dusk, as they rode slowly between tall hedges, leafy still, but sear and red with the frost, Juliet felt inclined to let herself be engaged to her legal lover. She had been engaged to several people since she danced at her first ball. The bond did not count for verv much in her mind. One could always slip out of that kind of thing, ]f it became inconvenient — one could manage with such tact that the man himself cried oft", if one were afraid of being denounced as a jilt. Jidiet and her lovers had always parted friends ; and she wore more than one half-hoop of sapphires or of brilliants which had once played a solemn part as her engagement ring, but which had lapsed into a souvenir of friendship. She was not so foolish as to hasten matters. She wanted to see her way before her ; and she opposed Harrington's youthful ardour with the calm savoirfaire of seven and twenty. She called him a foolish boy, and declared that they must cease to bo friends if he insisted upon talking nonsense. She would liave to accept a very urgent invitation to Lady Balgowny Brigg's Castle in Scotland, 134 ^^^'^ /?^j' will come. which she had been fencing; with for years, if lie made it (iiificiilt'for them to meet. She threw him into a state of abject alarm by tliis stupendous threat. "I won't say a word you can take objection to," he protested, "though I can't think why you should object." "You forget that I liave to stud}' other people's ideas as well as Tiiy own," she answered gently. "I hope you won't be offended if I tell you that my mother would never speak to me again if I were engaged to you." " No doubt Lady Baldwin has higher views," the yomig man said meekly. " Much higher views. My poor mother belongs to the old school. She cannot forget that her grandfather was a marquis. It is foohsh, but I suppose it is human nature. Don't let us talk any more about this nonsense. I like you very much as my brother's friend, and I shall go on hking you if you don't make me unhappy by talking nonsense." Harrington took comfort from that one word " tudlapp3^" It implied depths of feeling beneath that fashionable manner which held him at arm's length. His spirits were somewhat dashed presently when Miss Baldwin looked with friendly contemptuousness at his neat heather-mixture coat and mud-stained white cords, and said carelessly, — " It's a pity you don't belong to the Hunt. I fancy you would look rather nice in pink ! " " I — I — have so lately given up the idea of the Church," he faltered. " Yes, biit now you have given it up, you ouglit to be a member of the Hunt. Let my brother put you up at the next meeting. You are pretty sure of being elected, and then you can order your pink swallow-tail coat in time for the Hunt Ball in December." Harrington shivered. That would mean two red coats — a hunting coat and a dancing coat. But this idea of twenty pounds laid out upon coats was not the worst. Twenty years ago, when he had ridden as hard and kept as good horses as any member of the Hunt, Matthew Dalbrook had resolutely declined the honour of member- ship. He had considered that a provincial solicitor had other work than to ride to hounds t\vice or three times a week. He might allow himself that pleasure now and again as an occasional relax- ation in a hard-working professional hfe ; but it was not for him to spend long days tearing about the country with the men of whose lands and interests he was in some wise custodian. Theodore, who was at heart much more of a sportsman than his younger brother, had respected his father's old-fashioned prejuchces, whatever line thej' took, and he had never allowed his name to be put up for the Hunt. He had subscribed liberally to the fund for The Day luill come. 135 rontinc;cnt expciiKCs, as his father and grantlfivtlier had done heforo ]iim ; but lie liad been content to forego the glory of a scarlet coat, and the privilege of the Hunt buttons. Harrington was not strong in that cln"ef virtue of man, moral courage — the modern and loftier equivalent for that brute-courage which was the Roman's only idea of virtue. Ho felt that to ac- knowledge himself afraid to put up for election into the sacred circle of the Hunt lest he should ollend his lather, was to own by implica- tion that a solicitor was not quite upon the social level of landed gentry and retired militarj'' men, the colonels and majors who form the chief ornament of the average Hunt club. ■ He miu'murcd something to the cflect that his father was not sporting, and wouldn't like him to waste too much time riding to liounds. " What does that matter ? " exclaimed Juliet. " You needn't go out any oftcner because j'ou arc a member of the Hunt. There ai-(> men who appear scarcely half a dozen times in a season — men Avho have left the neighbourhood, and only come down for a run now and then for old sake's sake." " I'll think it over," faltered Hamngton. " Don't say anything to Sir Henry about it just yet." " As you please ; but I shan't dance with you at the ball if you wear a black coat," said Juliet, giving her bridle a sharp little shake and trotting forward to join her brother. Mahmud, discomposed by that sudden start, gave a shambling elderly shy; Harrington pulled him up into a walk, and rode sulkily on, and allowed tlie other three riders to melt from him in the shades of evening. Yes, she was beautiful exceedingly, and it would be promotion for a country solicitor to be engaged to a girl of such high standing ; but ho felt that his relations with her were hedged round with difliculty. She was expensive herself, and a cause of expense in others. She had spent the brightest years of her girlhood in visiting in country houses, where everything was on a grander scale than at the Mount. She had escaped from the barrenness of home to the mansions of noblemen and millionaires. She had strained all her energies towards one aim — to be popular, and to be asked to good houses. She had run the gauntlet of most of the best smoke-rooms in the three kingdoms, and had been talked about everywhere as the hand- some Miss Baldwin. Yet her twenty-seventh liirthday had sounded, find she was Miss Baldwin still. Half a dozen times she had Amcied herself upon the eve of a great success — such a marriage as woidd at once exalt her to the pinnacle of social distinction — and at tlio last moment, as it seemed, the man had changed his mind. Some malicious mother of ugly daughters, or disappointed spinster, had told the eligible suitor "things" about Miss Baldwin — harmless little deviations from the rigid lines of maidenly etiquette, and the J 6 The Day zvill come. suitor had cried off, fearing in his own succinct speecli that lie was going to be " had." At seven and twenty, damaged by the reputation of faihu'e— spoken of by the initiated as "tliat handsome girl Maltravers so nearly married, dou't you know? " — Miss Baldwin felt that all hope of a great match was over. The funeral bell of ambition had tolled. She began to grow reckless ; eat her dinner and took her dry champagne with a masculine gusto ; smoked as many cigarettes as a secretary of legation ; read all the new French novels, and talked about them unreservedly with her partners ; was keen upon racing, and loved euchre and nap. She had half made up her mind to throw herself away upon the first wealthy cotton-spinner she might meet up in the North when she allowed herself to be touched by Harring- ton Dalbrook's somewhat boyish devotion, and began to wonder whether it might not be well for her to end her chequered career by a love match. He was good-looking, much better educated than her brother and her brother's set, and he adored her. But, on the other hand, he was utterly without any claims to be considered " smart," and marriage with him would mean at best bread and cheese — or would at least mean nothing better than bread and cheese until they should both be middle-aged, and she should have lost all semblance of a waist. She had met solicitors' wives in society who wore diamonds, and who hurried away from evening parties because they were afraid of their horses catching cold— a carefulness which to her mind implied that horses were a novelty. She had even heard of solicitors making big fortunes ; but she concluded that those were exceptional men, and she did not see in Harrington's character the potentiality of wealth beyond the dreams of avarice. Moved by these mixed feelings she allowed her lover to dangle in a state of uncertainty, and to spend all his spare cash upon those airy nothings which a young lady of ]\Iiss Baldwin's easy temper will accept from even a casual admirer. He knew the glover whose gloves she approved, and she occasionally told him the colour of a gown in advance, so that he might give her a suitable fan ; and she iiad, furthermore, an oft-hand way of mentioning any songs or new French novels she fancied. " How very sweet of you," she would say, when the songs or the books appeared, " but it is really too bad — I must never mention anything I want in your hearing." In spite of which wise remark the volatile damsel went on mentioning things, and being surprised when her wishes were gratified. Miss Baldwin had met Lady Cheriton and her daughter both in town and country, and she and her people had been invited to garden parties at"^ Cheriton Chase, but there had been no intimacy The Day ivill come. T37 lietwcen tlie f;iniilit's. Lady Cheriton sliraiik witli an inwanl turior from a young lady of such advanced oi)iiiious as tliosft wliicli dropju'd like pearls and diamonds — or like toads and adders — according to the idea of her hearers — from ]\Iiss Baldwin's lips. Rumours of the j-oung man's infatuation had been conveyed to the Priory by Lady Jane, and Harrington having gone to a family dinner at Milbrook was severely interrogated by his cousin. "I liope there is no truth in what I have heard about j'on, Harry," she said contidcntiall}', when he was sitting by her in her favourite corner w'ithin the shadow of the tall screen. " I cannot answer tliat question until you tell mc what you have heard," he replied with ofiended dignity. " Something that would make me very unhappy if it were true. I was told you were getting entangled with tliat JMiss Baldwin." " I don't know why you should lay such an olVensive emphasis upon the demonstrative pronoun. j\liss Baldwin is beautiful and accomplished — and — I am very proud of being attached to her." " Has it gone so far as that, Harry ? Are vou actuall}' engaged to her?" " I am not actually engaged — slie has a right to look a good deal liighor — but I hope to make her my wife as soon as I am in a ]i()sition to marrj'. She has given me so nmch encouragement that i don't think she will refuse me when the right time comes." " But, my dear boy, she is always giving encouragement," exclaimed Jnanita, anxiously. Dear httle Lucy Grenvillo was at the piano at the other end of the room jilaying an infantile arrangement of '• Batti, batti," with liiigcrs of iron, while mother and gi-an»bnother iiung over her en- raptured, and while the rest of the family party talkcjd their loudest, so the cousins in the nook by the fire were not afraid of being over- hoard. " She is the most encouraging young lady I ever heard of. She lias jilted and been jilted a dozen times, I believe " "You /WiVre," echoed Harrington, with intense indignation; "I wonder that a girl of your good sense — in most things — can give heed to such idle gossip." " Uo you mean to say that she has not been jilted? " " Certainly not. I admit that her name has been associated with the names of men in society. Silly people who write for the papers liave given out things about her. She was to marry Lord Welbeck, Sir Humphrey Ramlom — Heaven knows whom. A girl can't stay at big houses, and bo admired as she has been, without all manner of reports getting about. But she is heartily sick of that kind of life, an endless web of unmeaning gaieties — that is what she herself called it. She will be very glad to settle down to a refined, quiet life — say, at the West End of London, with a victoria and brougham, anil a small house, prettily furnished. One can fm-nish so prettily and so cheaply nowadays," concluded Harrington, with his miiid'a 138 TJie Day zvill come. ej'e upon certain illnstratcd advertisements he had seen of late — Jacobean dining-rooms — Slieraton drawing-rooms — for a mere song. ' ' I have heard people say that a reformed rake makes a good luisband," said Juanita gravely, "but I have never heard that a reformed flirt makes a good wife." " It is a shame to talk like that, Juanita. Every handsome girl is more or less a flirt. She can't help flirting. Men insist upon flirting with her." " Does your ftither know you mean to marry Miss Bald^vin ? " " No, I have never mentioned marriage to him. That will come in good time." " And do you think ho will approve ? " " I don't know. He is full of old-fashioned prejudices ; but I don't see how he can object to my marrying into one of the county fomilies." " Don't you thinlc it will be more like Miss Baldwin marrying out of one of the county families ? I'm afraid from what I know of her brother and of old Lady Baldwin they would both want her to marry money." " I suppose they have wanted that for the last four or five years," answered Han-ington ; " but it has not come off, and they must be satisfied if she chooses to marry for love." " Well, I mustn't plague you any more, HaiTy. I see your heart is too deeply involved. I hope ]\Iiss Baldwin is a nicer girl than I have ever thought her. Girls are sometimes prejuchced against ach other." " Occasionall}'," said HaiTingi;ton, with satirical emphasis. Lucy finished " Batti, batti," with a final chord in the bass and a final twirl in the treble, and was pronounced by her grandmother to have achieved wonders. " Her time is a httle uncertain," her mother remarked modestly; "but she has a magnificent ear. You should see her run to the window when there is an organ in the street." " Yes, mother," cried Johnny, " but she never stays to listen unless there is a monkey on the top." December came, and tlie Hunt Ball, at which more than one of Miss Baldwin's discarded or discarding admirers were present. The young lady looked very handsome in white satin and gauze, without a vestige of colour about her costume, and with her bodice cut with an audacity which is the peculiar privilege of dressmakers who live eouth of Oxford Street. The white gown set off Miss Baldwin's brilliant coloiu-ing, and looked well against the pink coats of her partners. Harrington's dress suit had been a thing of beauty and a joy to him when it came home from his London tailor's, folded as no human hands could ever fold it again, enshrined in layers of tissue paper. The Day linll come. 1 39 Ills sisters had Iidiu'd to unpack thu tailor's parcel, and had ex- t'laimed at the extravagance of the corded-silk lapels and the satin pleeve-lining, and ho had himself deemed that the archetypal coat could scarcely be more beautiful. Yet in this lurid ball-room ho felt ashamed of his modest black twilled kersimere, and the insig- niticance of his white tie. The fox-hunters seemed to him to have it all their own way. Miss Baldwin, however, was not unkind. She danced with him oftener than with any one else, especially after supper, when she became unconscientious and forgetful as to her engagements, and when her card was found to hold twice as many names as there were dances, together with a pencil sketch of a lobster waltzing with a champagne bottle, supplied by an unkno\vn hand. It was a cold, clear night, and j'outh and imprudence were going in couples to the garden behind the ball-room for coolness between the dances, and to look at the frosty stars, which in the enthusiasm of girlhood were accepted as a novelty. Harrington and Juliet were among those who ventured into the garden, the lady ^vrapped in a great white fur cloak, which made her look like a haystack in a snow-piece. "Poor Doriscourt brought me this polar bear-skin.*' she said. " He shot the bear himself, at the risk of his life. I had asked him to bring me a skin when he came home." "You asked him to give you something for which he must risk his life, and yet you make a gi-eat fuss at accepting Daudet's last novel from me," said Harrington, with tender reproachfulness. " Ah, but you and Doriscourt are so difTerent," exclaimed Juliet, rather contemptuously. " He was a great dare-devil, who would have come down hand-over-hand on a rope from the moon if there had been any way of getting up there." " What has become of him ? " " Dead ! He died a year ago — of drink, I'm afraid — ^lung-com- plaint complicated with del. trem. Poor fellow ! " She breathed a deep sigh, with that little pensive air which in a young lady of experience is as much as to say, " He was the oidy man I ever loved," and then she turned the conversation and talked of the supper and the champagne, which she sweepingly condemned. Harrington hated that talk about the supper. He would have preferred taking of the stars like a schoolgirl,- or Claude Melnotte, *' wondering what star should be our iiomc when love becomes im- mortal." To be told that the wine Avhich now glowed in his veins and intensitied his passion was not worth three-and-sixponce a bottle jarred upon his finer feelings. "You arc such a cynic." he said. " I think I shall never get any nearer to your real self — for I know there is a heart under that mocking vein." And then ho repeated his simple story of a humble, devoted love — humble because the woman he loved was the loveliest among all 140 The Day will come. womankind, and because she occupied a higher plane than that on which his youth had been spent. " But you have taught nae what ambition means," he said. " Only promise to be my wife and you shall see that I am in earnest — that it is in me to succeed." She had long been wavering — touched by his truthfulness, his boyish devotion — very weary of life at the Mount, where the mother scolded and the sister sneered, where the underfed and underpaid servants were frankly disobliging, where her brother rarely saw his womankind except at meals, which periods of family , life he enlivened by a good deal of strong language, gi'umbling at the cookery, and at the deterioration of landed property in general, and his own in particular. The rest of his home-life he spent in the billiard-room or the stables, since he found the society of the saddle- room more congenial than the dreariness of the drawing-room, where his mother and sisters were not always on speaking terms. From such a house as the Mount — goodly and fair to look upon without as many other whited sepulchres — any escape would be welcome. Juliet felt that she was a great deal too good for a young man of uncertain prospects and humdrum surroundings ; but he was very much in love, and he was good-looking, and in her own par- ticular phraseology she was beginning to be rather weak about him. She was so weak that she let him hold her unresisting hand as they stood side by side in the garden, and devour it with kisses. "You certainly ought to do well in the world," she said, sweetly ; " for you are the most persistent person I ever knew." He looked round, saw that they were alone in the garden, and clasped her in his arms, polar bear and all, and kissed tie unresist- ing lips, as he had kissed the unresisting hand. "]NIy dearest," he exclaimed, " that means for Hfe, does it not ? " " You are taking everything for granted," she said ; " but I suppose it must be so. Only remember I don't want our engagement talked about till you are in a more assured position. My mother would make home a hell upon earth, if she knew." " I will do nothing rash, nothing that you do not approve," replied Harrington, considerabty relieved by this injunction ; for although it was not INIatthew Dalbrook's habit to make a pandemonium of the family circle, Harrington feared that he would strongly disapprove of such an alliance as that which his younger son had chosen for himself. He welcomed the idea of delay, hoping to be more firmly seated at the office desk before he must needs make the uapleasing avowal. " When my father finds I am valuable to him he will be more inclined to indulgence," he thought. The Day will come. 141 CHAPTER XV. •* For men h.ivc marble, women waxen minds, And therefore are thej' formed as marble will ; 'Ihe weak oppress'd, the impression of change kinds, Is formed in them by force, by fraud, or skill ; Tlien call them not the authors of their ill." Inclination would liavo taken Theodore Dalbrook to Dorsctsliire before tlie C'liristiiias liolidays pave him an excuse for going lionie; but lie wrestled with that haunting desire to revisit the Priory, and to be again tele-d-tiic with his cousin in the dimly lighted room where she had talked to him of her own sorrows and of liis ambitions. 'J'he memory of that last evening was the most vivid element in his life. It stood out like a spot o£ light against the dull grej' of monotonous days, and the burden of dry-as-dust reading. Put he had told her that he should not see her imtil Christmas time, and he was not weak enongii to indulge that insane longing for the society of a woman whose heart was in the grave of her husband. November and the greater part of December stretched before him like a long dark road which had to be trodden somehow before lie came to the inn at which there would be light and comfort, cheerful voices, and friendly greetings. He set his face resolutely towards that dark prospect, and tramped along, doing the work he had to do, living the life of a hermit in those chambers in Ferret Court, which bad already taken the stamp of his own character, and looked as if he had lived in them for years. He had no need to sit alone at night with his books and his lamp, for there were plenty of houses in which he would have been welcome. His name was a passport in legal circles. Old friends of James Dalbrook's were ready to welcome his kinsman to their tables, c;iger to be of service to him. He had liis college friends, too, in tiie great city, and need not have gone companionless. Put he was not in the mood for society of any kind, old or young, except the society of Plackstone, Coke, and Justinian, and divers other sages who out of the dim i)ast shed their light upon tlie legal wilderness of tlie present. He sat by his fire and read law, and laid down hi.s book only to smoke his meditative ])ipe ami indulge in foolisii waking dreams about that grave old house in Dorsetshire and the young widow who lived there. He had followed two of those three children of tlie old Squire, two out of the three faces in the picture in the hall at Cliorituii, to the end of their story. No man could discover any postscript to that etory, which in each case was closed by a gi-ave. There remained only one last unfinished record — the history of 142 TJic Day ivill come. tlie runaway wile, the end whereof was opeu to doubt. That un- lucky lady's fate had been accepted upon hearsay. It had been isaid that she had died at Boulogne, withui a year or so after the Vicar met her there. Upon his return from Jersey, Theodore wrote to his father's oldest and most experienced clerk, begging him to hunt up the evidence of Mrs. Darcy's death, so far as it was obtainable at Cheritou or in the neighbourhood. The clerk repHed as follows, after an interval of ten days : — " Deab Sir, " I have been twice to Cheriton, and have made inquiries, cautiously as you wished, with respect to the report of Mrs. Darcy's death, some fifteen years ago, and saw Mr. Dolby, the doctor, and Gaster at the general shop, who, as you are no doubt aware, is a gentleman who busies himself a good deal about other people's afiairs, and sets himself up for being an authority upon most things. " Mr. Dolby I found very vague in his ideas. He remembered the late Vicar telling him about having met Mrs. Darcy in the market- place at Boulogne, and being shocked at the change in her. He told Mr. Dolby that he did not think she was long for this world ; but it was some time after when Dolby heard some one — he could not remember who it was — assert that Mrs. Darcy was dead. " Gaster had much more to say upon the subject. He pretends to he interested in all reminiscences of the Strangways, and boasts of having served Cheriton House for nearly forty years. He re- members Evelyn Strangway when she was a little girl, handsome and high-spirited. He remembered the report of her death at Boulogne getting about the village, and he remembered mentioning the fact to LordCheriton at the time. There was an election going on just then, and his lordship had looked in to consult him, Joseph Gaster, about certain business details : and his lordship seemed shocked to hear of the poor lady's death. ' I suppose that is the end of the family, my Lord ? ' Gaster said, and his lordship replied, ' Yes, that is the end of the Strangways.' "Gaster believes that he must have read of the death in the newspapers ; perhaps copied from the Times into a local paper ; at any rate, the fact had implanted itself in his mind, and it had never occurred to him to doubt it. " I asked him if he knew what had become of the lady's husband, but here his mind is a blank. He had heard that the man was a scamp, and that Avas all he knew about him. " Since making these inquiries I have spent a long evening at the Literary Institute, where, as you know, there is a set of the T/wes-, in volumes, extending over a period of forty years. I have looked through the deaths for three years, taking the year in which Gaster thinks he The Day will come. 143 heard of Mrs. Darcy's death, as the middle year out of throe, hut \s'ithout result. It is, of course, uulikely that the deatli ^vould bo advertised if the poor lady died friendless and in poverty in a foreign town ; but I thought it luy duty to make this investigation. " Awaiting your further commands, &c., &e." There was nothing conclusive in this ; and Theodore felt tiiat the history of IMrs. Darcy's later years remained to bo unravelled. It was not to be supposed that the runaway wife, who, if she were yet living must be an elderly woman, could have had act or [jart in the murder of Sir Godircj' Carmichael ; but it was not tlie less a part of his task to trace her story to its iinal chapter. Then only could ho convince Juanita of tho wikhiess of that idea which connected the catastrophe of the 29th of July with the exiled Straugways. When he could say to her, " You see that long before that fatal night tho Squire's three children had vanished from this earth," she would be constrained to confess that the solution of tho mystery was not to be sought here. He went over to Boulogne, saw the English chaplain, and several of the hotel-keepers. Ho explored the cemeterj-, and examined tho record of the dead. Pie visited the police, and he made Inends with the elderly editor of an old-established newspaper ; but from all his questioning of various people the result was ])lank. Nobody remem- bered a ;Mi-s. Darcy, an Englishwoman of distinguished appearance but fallen fortunes, a woman long past youth and yet not old. If she had lived for any time in Boulogne she had left no trace of her existence ; if ishe had died and been bmied there she had left no record among the graves. Boulogne could tell him nothing. lie came back to the gi-eat wilderness of London, the rallying point for all wanderers. It was there perhaps that the end of Evelyn Strangway was to be sought. He had, as it seemed to him, only one clue, the name of her governess. The governess was only seven or eight years older than the pupil, and she might have survived licr i)upil, and might have been in communication with her till the end. Jasper Blake had told him that there was a strong attachment between Sarah Newton and tlie wayward girl she taught. To hunt for a governess among the thousands of portionless gentlewomen who try to live by teaching might seem more hoi)elcKS than tho proverbial search for the lost needle, but Theodore did not despair. If Miss Newton liad remamed a spinster and had con- tinued to exercise her vocation as a teacher she might be traced through one of those .agencies wliich transact business between governess and employer ; but, on the other hand, if, as was more likely, slio had long ago abandoned the jjrofcssion of teacher, and had made some obscure marriage, she would have sunk into the vast ocean of middle-class life, in whose depths it would be almost 144 ^-^^^ D'-'^y "^^'^^^ come. impossible to discover her. The first thiii,^^ to be done was to make a visitation of the agencies, and this task Theodore began two days after his return from Boulogne. lie had methodized his life by this time, devoting a certain portion of his days to his cousin's interests, but in no wise neglecting the work he had to do for his own advancement. He had known too many instances of men who had made reading law an excuse for an idle and desultory life, and he was resolved that his own course should be steady and persistent even to doggedness. He had been told that success at the Bar was nowadays almost unattainable ; that the men of the day who had conquered fame and were making great fortunes, were in a manner miraculous men, and that it was futile for any young man to hope to follow in their steps. The road tkey had trodden was barred against the new comer. Theodore listened to these pessimists, yet was not discouraged. He had told himself that he would emerge someliow from the obscurity of a country solicitor's practice — would bring himself in some wise nearer the social level of the woman he loved, so that if in the davs to come one gleam of hope should ever shine upon that love he might be able to say to her, " My place in life is the place yoiu- father held when he offered himself to your mother ; my determina- tion to conquer fortune is not less than his." He seldom passed the dingy door of the gi'ound-floor chambers — on which the several names of three briefless ones were painted in dirty letters that had once been white — u-ithout thinking of his fortunate kinsman, without wondermg what his life had been like in those darksome rooms, and in what shape fortune had first appeared to him. He had not married until he was forty. Long and lonely years had gone before that golden sumraertide of his fife, when a young and lovely woman had given him happiness and fortune. How had he lived in those lonely years ? Tradition accused him of miserly habits, of shabby raiment, of patient grinding and scraping to accumulate wealth. Theodore knew that if he liad hoarded his earnings it had been for a worthy end. He had set himself to win a place among the lords of the soil. The land he loved had been to him as a mistress, and for that he had been content to live poorly and spend his nights in toO. For such miserliness Theodore had nothing but admiration ; for he had seen how liberally the man who had scraped and hoarded was able to administer a large income — how generous as a master, friend, and patron the sometime miser had shown himself. He spent more than a week in visiting the numerous agencies which are employed by the great governess-class, and the result of that painstaking exploration was not altogether barren. He suc- ceeded in finchng an elderly personage at the head of an old- established Agency, who kept her book with praiseworthy regularity, and who remembered Sarah Newton. She had had no less than The Day will come. 145 four Miss Nowtons on her re,c?ister at didcrent times, but there was oul}' one Sarah Newton among tlicm, and for this lady she had obtained a situation in the Lalcc Country so lately as July 20, 187;^ — that is to say, about eleven years before the j^eriod of Theodoie's investigation. On that date Miss Newton had entered the family of a Mr. Craven — the vicar of a small parish l)etween Ambleside and Bowncss. She was living in that fomily four years afterwards, when Miss Palmer, the Principal in the Agency, last heard of her. " And in all probability she is living there still," said Miss Palmer. " At her time of life people are not fond of change. I remember her when she was a young woman, full of energy, and very impatient of control. I used to see her much oftener then. She seldom kept a situation over a twelvemonth." " Except at Cheriton Chase. She was more than a year in that situation, I think." " Cheriton Chase ! I don't remember the name. Some one else may have got her the situation. How long ago was she there, do you sujtpose ? " asked Miss Palmer, turning over one of her neat basil-bound registers. " It was in the year '47 she left Cheriton." " Ah, then, it was not we who got her the situation. ViS first entry about her is on the 11th December, '48. Siie paid her entrance fee of one guinea on that date. It is higher than that of inferior agencies ; but we take real trouble for our clients, and wo make it our business to be safe upon the jxjint of chau.vcter. We arc as careful about the families into which we send governesses as about the governesses we introduce into families." The next day was Sunday, and Theodore employed that day of rest in travelling by a very slow train to Bowness ; where he arrived at five o'clock in tlie evening, to find mountain and lake hidden in densest grey, and an innkeeper who seemed neither to desire nor deserve visitors. Happily the traveller was of the age at Avhich dinner is not a vital question, and he was hardly aware of the toughness of the steak, or the inferior quality of the codfish set before him in the desolate coiVee-room. He had a diamond Virgil in his pocket, and he sat by the fire reading the sixth book by the paradin lamp till ten o'clock, and then went contentedly to a bed- room which suggested ghosts, or at least n.ightmare. No deadly visions troubled him, however, for the slow train had brought about a condition of abject weariness which resulted in dreamless slumber. The sun shone into his bleak bed-chamber when he awoke next morning, and the lake stretched beneatii his windows, silver-shining, melting dimly into the grey of the opposite shore. The mountains were sulking still, and only showed their rugged crests above dark rolling clouds ; but the scene was an I. 146 The Day will come. improvement upon the avenue of chimney-pots and distant glimpse of a murky Thames as seen from Ferret Court. His landlord greeted him in a more cheerful spirit upon Monday morning than he had evinced on Sunday evening when his after- dinner lethargy was rudely disturbed by a guest whose business- like air and small Gladstone bag did not promise much profit ; a visitor who would want a dinner off the joint, most likely, and a half-crown breakfast ; a visitor whose libations would be limited to bitter beer and an occasional whisky and soda. Such a guest in a house that was beginnmg to hibernate was a burden rather than a boon. This morning, however, the landlord was reconciled to his solitary customer, having told his wife that after all, " little fish are sweet," and he went blithely to order the dog-cart — his own cart and own man — ostler in the season, coachman or anything you please out of the season — to drive Mr. Dalbrook to Kettisford Vicarage, a nine-mile journey. It was a pretty, out-of-the-way nook — half hidden in a cleft of the hills — at which Theodore arrived a few minutes after noon ; a little, old-fashioned, world-forgotten village, and a sprawling old greystone house, covered with Virginia creeper, passion-flower, and the feathery leafage of the trumpet ash ; a long, low" house, with heavily thatched roof, projecting over its Tipper casements ; a sleepy- looking old house in a still sleepier garden, so remote and so sheltered that winter had forgotten to come there ; and the great yellow roses were still blooming on the w^all, fattened by the misty atmosphere of the adjacent lake, glorified by the untainted air. November was half over, yet here the only signs of autumn were the grey sky, and the crimson of the Virginia creeper. The Vicar of Kettisford was one of those privileged persons who can speak with their enemies at the gate, assured of being backed up in their speech by a family contingent. The Vicarage seemed overflowing with young life, from the very threshold of the hall, where cricket-bats, a tricycle, a row of well-used tennis rackets, a stupendous array of hats, overcoats, and comforters, testified to that quiverful so esteemed in the patriarchal age. A conscientious performer was pounding at the " Harmonious Blacksmith " upon a wiry piano near at hand, having left the door wide open, with the indecent disregard of other people peculiar to juvenile performers upon all kinds of instruments. From the other side of the hall came the twanging of an equally wiry guitar, upon which girlish fingers began, and for ever recommenced a Spanish melody, which the performer was striving to attain by that agonizing process known among young ladies as " picking up " an air. Mark, gentle reader, what the learned and reverend Haweis has to say upon this art of playing by ear ! From a remoter room came young voices and yoimg laughter; The Day will come, 147 and amiflst all those sounds it was havdly surprising tliat Mr. Dalbrook had to ring three times, and to wait in Iront uf the open hall door for at least ten minutes, before an elderly housemaid responded to his summons and ushered him into the Vicar's stud}', the one room in the Vicarage which was ever fit to receive a visitor. The Vicar was reading a newspaper in front of a comfortable fire. He was an elderly man, of genial and even jovial aspect, and he received Mr. Dalbrook's apologetic account of himself and his business with perfect good humour. " You want to see Miss Newton, my dear sir. I am sony to tell you she left us nearly two years ago — heartily sorry, for Sarah Newton is a very worthy woman, and a jewel of price in a mother- less fomily like mine," said the Vicar. " I regret that yon should have come such a long way to find her when, had you written to me, I could have told you where to look for her in London." "Yes, it was a mistake to come so far without making preliminary inquiries — only, as she had not applied to her usual agent for a new situation, I concluded that she was still imder your roof." " She has not gone into a new situation, Mr. Dalbrook. She was too much valued in this house to wish to chaiigc to another employ- ment, although she might have lived more luxuriously and done less work elsewhere. tShe was a mother to my girls — ay, and to my boys as well — while she was with us ; and she only left us when she made up her mind to live an independent life." " She has left oil' teaching, then, I conclude ? " "Yes. She had a little bit of money left her by a bachelor uncle, safely invested in railway stock, and yielding about two hundred a year. This, with her o^vn savings, made her an in- dependent woman, and she made up her mind to realize her own ideal of a useful life — an ideal which had been developing in her mind for a good many years — a life which was to be serviceable to others, and yet pleasant to herself" " Do you mean tliat she joined some sisterhood? " " No, no, !Mr. Dall)rook ; Sarah Newton is much too fond of h(>r own way, much too independent and fiery a spirit, to place lun'solf in a position where other people would think for her, and where she would be obliged to obey. She told me her plan of life very frankly. ' I have about two hundred and sixty pounds a year,' sho said; ' I can live comfortably upon half that money, if I live after a plan of my own; and I can do a great deal of good with the other lialf if I do it in my own way. I am elderly and plain. If I were to live amongst small gentilities I should be a nobody, and in all probability I should bo considered a bore. I shall take a lodging in a poor neighbourhood, furnish my rooms with the utmost comfort, treat myself to a good piano, and collect my little library book by book from the second-hand booksellers. I shall spend half my days 148 The Day will come. in going quietly about among the poor young women of the district — I ought to know what girls are after nearly fort}'- years' teaching and managing the species— and I shall spend half my income in doing as much good to them as I can, in my o^^^l unorthodox way.' I knew the good that brave little soul had done in this parish, in her quiet, unpretentious fashion, and I felt no doubt she would carry out her plan." " HaA'e you seen her since she left you ? " " Yes, I went to see her last June when I had a fortnight's hohday in London. I found her in a shabby old house in Lambeth, not very far from St. Thomas's Hospital ; but dingy as the house looked outside, our good Sally's apartments were the picture of comfort. I found her as happy as a bird. Her plan of life had answered her highest expectations. ' My friends are legion,' she said, ' but I haven't a single gentility among them.' Sally is a desperate Radical, you must know." " Will you give me her address, that I maj' \\Tite and ask her permission to call upon her ? " " You shall have the address, but I doubt if she will feel disposed to receive you. She will count you among the gentilities." " I must try my chance at any rate. I want her to throw some light upon the history of one of her earliest pupils. Did you ever hear her talk of Cheriton Chase and the Strangway family ? " " My dear sir, I have heard her talk of any number of places, and any number of people. I used to tell her she must be a female Methuselah to have passed through so many experiences. She was very fond of telling stories of the families in which she had lived, but though I used to listen I remember very little about them. My girls would remember better, I have no doubt. They can give you chapter and verse, I dare say; so the best thing you can do is to eat your luncheon with us, and then you can ask them as many questions as you like." Theodore accepted the offer with gratitude, and ten minutfs afterwards followed the Vicar into the dining-room, where three tall, good-looking girls and two straggling youths were assembled, and where a foiuih girl and another boy dropped in after the rest were seated. The board was spread with a plenteous but homely meal. A large dish of L'ish stew smoked at one end of the table, and the remains of yesterday's roast ribs of beef appeared at the other. The girls were evidently accustomed to droppers in, and received Theodore with perfect equanimity. Alicia, the eldest, carved the beef with a commanding wrist, and the third daughter, Laura, administered to his appetite \vith pickled walnuts and mashed potatoes. The girls were all keenly interested directly he spoke of IMiss Newton. They pronounced her a dear old thing, not a bit like a governess. " We all loved her," said Alicia : " and we are not the easiest The Day zinll come. 149 pirls to get on with, I can assure you. We have liad two poor things since Sally deserted us, and we have driven them both away. And now we are enjoying an interregnum, and we hope the dear lather will make it a long one." " Did you ever hear your governess talk of the Strangways, Miss Craven ? " " What, Evel}!! Strangway, of Cheriton Chase ? I should think we did, indeed," cried Laura. " She had a good many prosy stories — chestnuts, we used to call them — but the Cheriton Chase stories were tlie most cliostnutty. It was her first situation, and she was never tired of talking about it." "Do you know if she kept up her acquaintance with Miss Strang- way in after life ? " asked Theodore. " I think not ; at any rate, she never talked about that. She knew something about the poor girl's later hfe — something very bad, I think — for she would never tell us. She used to sigh and look very unhaj)py if the subject was touched upon ; and she used to warn us against runaway matches. As if any of us would be likely to run away from this dear old father?" protested Laura, leaning over the table to pat the Vicar's coat-sleeve. " Why, he would let us marry chimney-sweeps rather than see us unhappy." There was a good deal more talk about Sarah Newton, her virtues and her little peculiarities, but nothing bearing upon Theodore's business, so he only stayed till luncheon was finished, and then wished the amiable Vicar and his fiimily a friendly good-bye, oifering to be of use to them in London at any time they might want some small business transacted there, and begging the Vicar to look hini up at his chambers when he took his next holiday. " You may rely upon it I shall take you at your word," said the f arson cheeril}'. "You've no idea what a gay old dog I am when am in town — the theatre every night, and a little bit of supper afterwards. I generally take one of my lads with me, though, to keep me out of mischief. Good-bye, and mind you don't fall in love with Sally Newton. She's old and ugly, but she's one of the most fascinating women I know." Theodore drove ofi' in the dog-cart with all the Vicarage family at the gate waving their hands to him, as if lie had been an old friend, and with four Vicarage dogs barking at him. He went back to London tliat night, and wrote to Miss Newton, asking leave to call upon her upon a matter relating to one of her old pupils on the following day. He should take silence to mean consent, and would be with her at four in the afternoon, if he did not receive a telegram to forbid him. He worked in his chambers all the morning, and at a little after three set out to walk to Lambeth. The address wa.s 51, Wedge- wood Street, near the Lambeth Road. It was not a long walk, and it was not a pleasant one, for a seasonable fog was gathering when 150 The Day will come. Theodore left the Temple, and it thickened as ho crossed West- minster Bridge, wliere the newly-h'ghted lamps made faint yellow patches in the dense brown atmosphere. Under these conditions it took him some time to find Wedgewood Street, and that particular house which had the honour of sheltering Sarah Newton. It was a very shabby old street. The shops were of the meanest order, and the houses which were not shops looked as if they were mostly let off to the struggling class of lodgers ; but it was a street that had evidently seen better days, for the houses were large and substantially built, and the doorways had once been handsome and architectural — houses which had been the homes of prosperous citizens when Lambeth was out of town, and when the perfume of bean blossom and new-mown hay found its way into Wedgewood Street. The gTound-floor of Number 51 was occupied by a shoemaker, a shoemaker who had turned his parlour into a sliop, who made to measure, but was not above executing repairs neatly. The front door being open, Theodore walked straight upstairs to the first-floor landing, where there was a neat little Doulton ware oil-lamp burning on a carved oak bracket, and where he saw Miss Newton's name painted in bold black letters upon a terra-cotta coloured door. The stairs were cleaner than they generally' are in such a house, and the landing was spotless. lie rang a bell, and the door was promptly opened by a lady, whom he took to be Miss Ncvvton. She was rather below middle height, strongly built, but of a neat, compact figure. She was decidedly plain, and her iron grey hair was coarse and wiry ; but she had large bright eyes which beamed wntli good nature and intelligence. Her black stuff gown and narrow linen collar, the knot of scarlet ribbon at her throat, and the linen cuffs turned back over perfectly-fitting sleeves, were all the pink of neatness, and suited her as no other kiud of dress would have done. The trim li,gin-e,the bright eyes, and the small white hands made a favourable impression upon Theodore, in spite of the lady's homeliness of feature and complexion. "Walk in, Mr. Dalbrook," she said cheerily. "Pray come and sit by the fire ; you must be chilled to the bone after coming through that horrid fog. Ah, how I hate fog! It is the scourge of the London poor, and it sometimes kills even the rich. And now wc are only at the beginning of the evil, and there is the long winter before us." " Yes, it is very bad, no doubt; but you do not look as if the fog coulA do you much harm, Miss Newton." " No, it won't hurt me. I'm a hardy old plant, and I contrive to make mj'self comfortal)le at all seasons." "You do, indeed," he answered, glancing round the room, ''I had no idea " The Day will come. 151 " That anybody could bo so comfortable in Lambeth," she said, interpreting his thoughts. "No, people think thoy must pay for what they call ' a good situation.' Poor pinclicd widows and shabby spinsters sjiend more than half their income on rent and taxes, and starve on the other half, in order to live in a genteel locality — some dingy little street in Pimlico perhaps, or a stucco terrace in Kensing- ton. Here am I with two fine large rooms in a forgotten old street, which was built before the age of shoddy. I live among poor people, and am not obliged to sacrifice a sixpence for the sake of appearances. I buy everything in the cheapest market, and my neighbours look up to me, instead of looking down upon mc, as they might if I lived among gentilities. You will say, perhaps, that I live in the midst of dirt and squalor. If I do I take care that none of it ever comes near me, and I do all that one woman's voice and one woman's pen can do to lessen the evils that I see about me." "It would be a good thing for poor neighbourhoods if tliere were many ladies of your mind. Miss Newton," said Theodore, basking in the glow of the fire, and looking lazily round the room, with its two well-filled bookcases, occupying the recesses on each side of the fireplace, its brackets and shelves, and hanging pockets, its large old-fashioned sotix, and substantial claw-footed table, its wicker chairs, cusliioncd with bright colour — its lamps and candlesticks on shelf and bracket, ready to the hand when extra light should be wanted, its contrivances and handinesses of all kinds, which denoted the womanly inventiveness of the tenant. " Well, I believe it would. If only a small percentage of the lonely spinsters of England would make their abode among the poor, things would have to be mended somehow. There could not bo such crying evils as there are if there wore more eyes to see them, and more voices to protest against tliem. You like this old room of mine, I see, Mr. Dalbrook," added Sarah Newton, following his eyes as they siu'veyed the dark red wall against which the brackets and shelves, and books and^photographs, and bits of old china stood out in bright relief. " I am full of admiration and surprise ! " " It is all my own work. I had lived in other people's houses so long that I was charmed to have a home of my own, even in Lambeth. I was determined to spend very little money, and yet to make myself comfortable ; so I just squatted in the next room for the first three months, with only a bedstead, a table, and a chair or two, while I prowled all over London to find the exact furniture I w\intcd. There's not an article in the room that did not take mo weeks to find and to buy, and there's not an article that wasn't a tremendous bargain. But what an egotistical old prattler I nm ! Women who live much alone get to be dreadful prosers. I won't say another word about myself — at any i-ate, not till after I've made you a cup of tea after your cold walk." 152 The Day will come. She had seen the mud upon his boots, and guessed that he had walked from the Temple. " Pray do not take any trouble " "Nonsense ; it is never trouble to a woman to make tea. I give a tea-party twice a week. I hope you like tea? " "I adore it. But pray go on with your account of how you settled down here. I am warmly interested." " That's very good of you — but there's not much to tell about myself," said Miss Newton, producing some pretty old china out of an antique cupboard with glass doors, and setting out a little brass tea-tray while she talked. There was a small copper kettle singing on the old-fashioned hob, and there was a covered dish of toast in the capacious fender. Miss Newton's dinners were ever of the slightest, but she was a sybarite as to her tea and toast. No cheap and powdery mixture ; no " inferior Dosset" for her. She made her brew with a dainty precision which Theodore admired, while she went on talking. "Do you like the colour of the walls? Yes, I painted them. And you like that paper on the ceiling ? I papered it. I am rather a dab at carpentering, too, and I put up all those shelves and brackets, and I covered the chairs, and stained the boards round that old Turkey carpet ; and then, after a day's hard work, it was very pleasant to go and stroll about among the bookshops of an evening and pick up a volume here and there till I got all my old friends about me. 1 felt like Elia ; only I had no Bridget to share my pleasure." She seated herself opposite to him with a wicker table in front of her, and began to pour out the tea. He wondered to find himself as much at home with her as if he had known her all his life. "It is very good of you to receive me so cordially," he said, presently. " I feel that I come to you as an unauthorized intruder." " Can you guess Avhy I was willing to receive you? " she asked, looking at him intently and with a sudden gl•avil5^ " Can you guess why I didn't telegraph to forbid your coming? " " Indeed, no, except because you are naturally kind." " My kindness had nothing to do with it. I was willing to see you because of your name. It is a very familiar name to me — Dalbrook, the name of the man who bought the house in which she was born. Poor soul, how she must have hated him, in her desolate after years. How she must have hated the race that ousted her fiom the home she loved." •' You are talking of Evelj-n Strangway ? " " Yes, she was my first pupil, and I was very fond of her— all the fonder of her, perhaps, because she was wayward and difficult to manage : and because I was much too young and inexperienced to exercise any autliority over her." " It is of her I want to talk to you, if you will allow me." The Day will come. 153 " Cortainly. I like talking of those old days Avhen I was a jjirl. I don't suppose I was particularly happy at Chcritoii Chase ; but I was youns, and we most of us hui:; the delusion that we were happy in our youth. Poor Evel_\Ti — so often in disgrace — so often unhappy, from the very dawni of girlhood ! What reason can you have for being curious about her? " " I have a very strong reason, though I cannot explain it yet awhile. I have set myself to discover the history of that banished race." " After the angel with the flaming sword stood at the gate — that is to say, after ]\Ir. Dalbrook bought the i)roperty. By-the-by, what are you to Lord Chcriton ? Ilis son perliaps ? " " No, I am only a distant cousin." " Is it on his account j'ou are making these inquiries ? " " He is not even aware that I am making them." " Indeed ; and pray how did you find me out ? ^ly tea-parties are not recorded in the Society papers ; I have never figured among ' Celebrities at Home.' " " I took some pains to find you," said Theodore, and then he told her of his visits to the agencies, and his journey to the Vicarage in Lakeland. "You liave taken infinite trouble, and for a small result. I can give vou verv little information about Evelyn Strangway — afterwards Mrs.'Darcy." " Did you lose sight of her after you left Cheriton ? " " Yes, for a long time. It was j'ears before we met again ; but she wrote to me several times from Lausanne, during the first year of her banishment ; doleful letters, complaining bitterly of her father's cruelty in keeping her awa}' from her beloved Cheriton, the horses and dogs, the life she loved. School she detested. She was clever, l)Ut she had no taste for intellectual pursuits. She soon wearied of the lake and the mountains, and the humdrum society of a small town. She wrote of herself as a galley-slave. Then came a sudden cliange, and she began to write about him. You don't know the way a girl writes about Mm ; the first him she has ever thought worthy to bo written about. Her tone was liglit enough at the beginning. She had met a young Irishman at a httle evening partj', and they had laughed together at Lausanne society. He was an officer, on furlough, full of wit and fun. I need not go into details. I saw her danger, and warned her; I reminded her that her father woullace in all his thoughts. The Vicar of Kettisford had not over-estimated Sarah Newton's power of fascination. lie was in Wedgewood Street at a few minutes before eight on the following evening. The sky above Lambeth was no longer obscured; there were wintry stars shining over that forest of chimney pots and everlasting monotony of slated roofs ; and even Lambeth looked livc;!}^ with its (posters' barrows and bustle of even- tide marketing. Theodore found the door open, as it had been j'estcrday, and he found an extra lamp upon the first floor landing, and the door of Miss Newton's room ajar, while from within came the sound of many voices, moderated to a subdued tone, but still lively. Ills modest knock was answered by Miss Newton herself, who was standing close to the door, readj' to greet every fresh arrival. "How do yon do? We are nearly all here," she said, cheeril}'. " I hope yon have not just been dining, for with us tea means a hearty meal, and if you can't cat anything we shall feel as if you were Banquo's ghost. How do yon do, Mrs. Kirby?" to another arrival. " Baby better, I hope ? Yes, that's right. IIow arc; you, (Jlara? and you. Hose? You've had that wretched tooth out — I can see it in your face. Such a relief, isn't it? So glad to see you, 164 The Day ivill come. Susan Dale, and you, jMaria, and you, Jenny. Why, we are all here, I do believe." " Yes, Miss Newton," said a bright-looking girl by the fireplace, who had been making toast indefatigably for twenty minutes, and whose complexion had suffered accordingl3\ " There are two and twenty of us, four and twenty, counting the gentleman and you. I think that's as many as you expected." " Yes, everybody's here. So we may as well begin tea." In most such assemblies, where the intention was to benefit a humble class of guests, the proceedings would have begun with a hymn; but at Miss Newton's parties there were neither hymns nor prayers — and yet Miss Newton loved her hymn-book, and delighted in the pathos and the sweetness of the music with which tliose familiar words are interwoven ; nor would she yield to any- body in her belief in the efficacy of prayer ; but she had made up her mind from the beginning that her tea-parties were to be pure and simple recreation, and that any good which should come out of them was to come incidentally. The women and girls wlio came at her bidding were to feel they came to be entertained, came as her guests, just as, had they been duchesses, they might have gone to visit other duchesses in Park Lane or Carlton Gardens. They were not asked in order that they should be taught, or preached to, or wheedled into the praying of prayers or the singing of hymns. They went as equals to visit a friend who relished their society. And did not everybody relish the tea ! which might be described as a Yorkshire tea of a humble order; not the Yorkshire tea which may mean mayonnaise and perigord pie, chicken and champagne — but tea as understood in the Potteries of Hull, or the humbler alleys and streets of Leeds or Bradford. Three moderate-sized tables had been put together to make one capacious board, spread with snowy damask, upon which appeared two large plum loaves, two tall towers of bread and butter, a glass bowl of marmalade, a bowl of jam, two dishes of thinly-sliced German sausage set off with sprigs of parsley — German sausage bought at the most respectable ham and beef shop in the Borough, and as trustworthy as German sausage can be ; and for crowning glory of the feast a plentiful supply of shrimps, freshly boiled, savouring of the unseen sea. The liot buttered toast was frizzling on a brass footman in front of the fire, ready to be handed round piping hot, as required. There were two tea-trays, one at each end of the table, and there were t'.vo bright copperkettles, which had never been defiled by the smoke of the fire, filled with admirable tea. Miss Newton took her place at the head of the table, with Theo- dore on her right hand, and a pale and fragile looking young woman on her left. These two assisted the hostess in the administration The Day zuill come. 165 of" the tea-fray, handirif; cups and saucers, sugar-basin and crcam- ■rt 1 Other. Having gone there prepared to bo interested, Tlicndoro soon began to interest himself in tliis young woman, whom IMiss Newton addressed as ^larian. Slic was by no means beautiful now, l)ut Theodore fancied tliat she had once been very handsome, and lio occu]iicd In'msclf in reconstructing the beauty of the past from the wreck of the present. Tlie lines of the face were classic in their regularity, but the hollow cheeks and pallid complexion told of care and toil, and the foce was aged untimely by a hard and joyless life. The eyes were darkest grey, largo and pathetic-looking, the eyes of a woman who liad suffered much and thought much. The beaut}' of those eyes gave a mournful charm to the ]iale pinched face, and the light auburn hair was still luxm-iant. Theodore noted the delicate hands and taper fingers, which dilfercd cm-iously from the other hands which were busy around the hospitable board. He could see that this young woman was a favourite with Sarah Newton, and he told himself that she was of a race apart from the rest ; but he was agreeably surprised in finding that, except for the jirevailiiig Cockney accent, and a few slight lapses in gi-ammar and proinmciation. Miss Newton's guests were quite as refined as those ladies of Dorchester with whom it had been his privilege to asso- ciate ; indeed, ho was not sure that he did not prefer the Cockney twang and the faulty grammar to the socond-hand smartness and slang of the young ladies whose "Awfully jolly," "Ain't it," and "Don't you know," had so often irritated his ear on tennis lawn or at afternoon tea. Here at least there was the unstudied speech of j)eople who knew not the caprices of fashion or the latest catcli word that had descended from Belgravia to Brompton, and from Bromp- ton to the provinces. There was a great deal of talk, as ]\Iiss Newton had told him there would be ; and as she encouraged all her guests to talk about them- selves, he gathered a good deal of interesting information about the state of the diilerent trades and the ways and manners of various employers, most of whom seemed to be of a despotic and grasping temper. The widows talked of their children's ailments or their progress at the Board School ; the girls talked a little, and witii all modesty, of their sweethearts. Sarah Newton was interested in every detail of those humble lives, and seemed to remember every fact bearing upon the joys or the sorrows of her guests. It was a wonder to Theodore, to see how the care-worn faces lighted wy round the cheerful table in the lamp-light. Yes, it was surely a good thing to live among these daughters of toil, and to lighten their biu'dens by this quick sympathy, this cheerful hospitality. Vast 1 66 The Day zvill conic. Pleasure Halls and People's Palaces may do ranch for the million ; but here was one little spinster with her small income making an atmo- sphere of friendliness and comfort for the few, and able to get a great deal nearer to them than Philanthropy on a gigantic scale can ever get to the many. Theodore noticed that while most other tongues babbled freely, the girl called Marian sat silent, after her task of distributing the tea was over, with hands folded in her lap, listening to the voices round her, and with a soft slow smile lighting her face now and then. In repose her countenance was deeply sad, and he found himself specu- lating upon the history that had left those melancholy lines upon a face that was still young. " I am much interested in j'our next neighbour," he said to ]Miss Newton, presently, while Marian was helping another girl to clear the table. " I feel sure there must be something very sad in her experience of life, and that she has sunk from a higher level." " So do I," answered Miss Newton, " but I know very little more about her than you do, except that she is a most exquisite worker with those taper fingers of hers, and that she has Avorked for the same baby-linen house for the last three years, and has lived in the same second-floor back in Hercules' Buildings. I think she is as fond of me as she can be, yet she has never told me where she was born, or who her people were, or what her life has been like. Once she went so far as to tell me that it had been a very commonplace life, and that her troubles had been in nowise extraordinary — except the fact of her having had a very severe attack of typhus fever, which left her a wreck. Once, from some chance allusion, I learnt that it was in Italy she caught the fever, and that it was badly treated by a foreign doctor ; but that one fact is all she ever let slip in her talk, so carefully does she avoid every mention of the past. I need hardly tell you that I have never questioned her. I have reason to know that her life for the last three years has been spotless — an industrious, temperate. Christian life — and that she is charitable and kind to those who are poorer than herself. That is quite enough for me, and I have encouraged her to make a friend of me in every way in my power." " She is happy in having found such a friend, an invaluable friend to a woman who has sunk from happier surroundings." "Yes, I think I have been a comfort to her. She comes to me for books, and we meet nearly every day at the Free Library, and compare notes about our reading. My only regret is that I cannot induce her to take enough air and exercise. She spends all the time that she can spare from her needlework in reading. But I take her for a walk now and then, and I think she enjoys that. A penn'orth of the tramcar carries us to Battersea Park, and we can stroll about amongst grass and trees, and in sight of the river. She The Day zoill come. 167 is better olVthan most of the girls in the way of getting a little rest .iftcr toil, for that fine, delicate needlework of hers pays iietter than tho common run of work, and kIio is the quickest worker I know." The tables were cleared by this time, and space had been made for that hali-circle round the fire of wliicii ]\Iiss Newton had spoken on tho previous night. Tho younger girls brought hassocks and cushions, and seated themselves in tho front rank, while their ciders sat in the outer row of chairs. Theodore was now called upon to contribute his share to tho entertainment, and thereupon took a book from his ])ocket. " You told me you and your friends were fond of creepy stories, Miss Newton," he said. " Is that really so ? " " Really and truly." " And you are none of _vou afflicted with weak nerves — you are not afraid of being made uncomfortablel)y the memorj'of a ghastlystory ? " "No. I think that with most of us the cares of life are too real and too absorliing to leave any room in our minds for imaginary horrors. Isn't it so, now, friends? " '• Lor, yes, Miss Newton," answered one of the girls briskly : " we're all of us too busy to worry about ghosts ; but I love a ghost tale for all that." A chonis of voices echoed this assertion. " Then, ladies, I shall have the honour of reading tho * Haunters and the Haunted,' by Bulwer Lytton." The very title of the story thrilled them, and tho whole party, just now so noisy with eager talk and frequent laughter, sat breath- less, looking at the reader with awe-stricken eyes as that wonderful story slowly unwound itself. Theodore read well, in that subdued and semi-dramatic st5'lo which is best adapted to chamber-reading. He felt what he read, and the horror of the imaginary scene was vividly before his eyes as he got deeper into the story. The reading lasted nearly two hours, but it was not one moment too long for Theodore's audience, and there was a sigh of regret when the last words of the story had been spoken. " Well," exclaimed one young lady, '• I do call that a first-class tale, don't you, Miss Newton V "' " You may go a long way without getting such a ghost talc as that," said another; "and don't the gentleman read beautifully, and don't he make one feel as if it was all going on in this very room? And the dog too ! There, I never see such a thing! A poor dog to drop down dead, like that." "I did hope that there dog would come to life again at the end," said one damsel. By way of diversion after the story. Miss Newton opened her piano, 1 68 The Day will come. beckoned three of the girls over to her, and jilayed the s^^mphony of " Blow, Gentle Gales," which old-fashioned glee the three girls sang with taste and discretion, the bass part being altered to suit a female voice. Then came some songs, all of Avhich I\Iiss Newton accompanied ; and then- at her request Theodore read again, this time selecting Holmes' " Wonderful One-Iiorse Shay," which caused much laughter ; after which, the little clock on the chimney-piece having struck eleven, he wished his hostess good night, selected his coat and hat from among the heap of jackets and hats on a table on the landing, and Avent downstairs. He was still in Wedgewood Street when he heard light footsteps coming quickly behind him. It seemed to him that they were try- ing to overtake him, so he turned and met the owner of the feet. " I beg your pardon, sir ; forgive me for followuag you," said a very gentle voice, which he recognized as belonging to the girl called Marian — " I wanted so much to speak to you — alone." " And I am glad of the opportunity of speaking to you," he answered. ' ' I felt particularly interested in you this evening — there are some faces, you know, which interest us in spite of ourselves almost, and I felt that I should like to know more of you." This was so gi-avely said that there was no possibility of an offensive construction being given to the words. " You are very good, sir. It was your name that struck me." she answered, falteringly ; " it is a Dorsetshire name, I think." " Yes, it is a Dorsetshire name, and I am a Dorchester man." " Dorchester," she repeated slowly. " I wonder whether you know a place called Cheriton ? " " I know it very well indeed. A kinsman of mine lives there. Lord Cheriton is my cousin." "I thought as much, directly I heard your name. You must know all about that dreadful murder, then — last summer ? " " Yes, I know about as much of it as any one knows, and that is very little." "They have not found the murderer?" she asked, with a faint shudder. " No, nor are they ever likely to find him, I believe. But tell me why you are interested in Cheriton. Do j^ou come from that part of the country V " "Yes." " Were you born in Cheriton village ? " " I was brought up not far from there," she answered, hesitatinglv. He remembered what Miss Newton had told him of her own forbearance in asking questions, and he pursued the inquiry no further. " May I see you as far as your lodgings ? " he said, kindly. " It Avill be very little out of my way." ''NO; thank you, Mr. Dalbrook. lam too much accustomed to The Day ivill come. 169 poinf; about alone ever to want any escort. Good ni.^lit, and thank you for liaving answered my questions." Iler manner showed a (hsinclination to jirolonp; tlio interview, and she walked away with hurried atcps which carried her swiftly into the darkness. " Poor lone!}' soul ! " he said to himself. " Now, whose lost sheej) is she, I wonder? She is certainly of a rank above a cottager's dauj!;hter, anies my minil. lie always stops me on the threshold of any iiuiuiries. He might surely help me to find the murderer, with his highly trained intellect, with his experience of the darkest siile of human nature. But he will not help me. He would talk more freely to you, no doubt." '•I will sound him," answered Theodore, and then lie tried to beguile her into talking of other things — her home, her suiToundings. •• It must be a comfort to you to have Lady Jane." " A comfort ! She is all that I have of happiness — all that reminds me of Godfrey. My mother and father are very dear to int.' — I hope you believe that, Theodore? — but our lives are parted now. My 174 ^-^^ Day will come. uiotlier is wrapped \\\) in her husband. Neitiier of tliem can synipathize with me as hk mother can. Their loss is not tlie same as ours. We two are one in our grief." " And she is a. bnfler between you and the outer world, I see. She bears the burdens that would weigh you down. Those children, for instance — no doubt they are charming, as children go ; but I fancy they would worry 3rou if you had too much of them." " They would kill me," said Juanita, smiling at him for tlic first time in their interview. "I am not very fond of children. It sounds unwomanly to say so, but I often find myself wishing they could be born gi-own up. Fortunately, Lady Jane adores them. And I am glad to have the Grenvilles at Christmas time. I want all things to be as they would have been were my dearest here. I lie here and look round this room, which Avas his, and think and think, and think of him till I almost fancy he is here. Idle fancy ! Mocking dream ! Oh! if you knew how often I dream that he is living still, and that I am still his happy wife. I dream that he has been dead — or at least that Ave have all believed that he was dead — but that it was a mistake. He is alive ; our oaati for long years to come. The wild rapture of that dream wakes me, and I know that I am alone. God keep you, Theodore, from such a loss as mine ! " ''I must gain something before I can lose it," he answered, with a shade of bitterness. "I see myself, as the years go on, liardeniug into a lonely old bachelor, outliving the capacity for human afl'ection." " That is nonsense-talk. You think so just now, perhaps. There is no one be3'ond your own family you care for, and j'on fancy yoni'- self shut out from the romance of life — but your day will come, very suddenly, perhaps. You will see some one Avhom you can care for. Love will enter your life unawares, and will fill your lieart and mind, and the amliitiou that absorbs you noAV will seem a small thing." "Never, Juanita. I don't mean to plague you with any trouble of mine. You have given me your friendship, and I hope to be worthy of it ; but praj' do not talk to me of the chances of the future. My future is bounded by the hope of getting on at the Bar. If I fail in that I fail in everything." " You Avill not fail. There is no reason you should not prosper in your profession as mj^ father prospered. I often think that you are like him — more like him than you ai'e like your own father." Their talk touched on various subjects after this — on the great events of the world, the events that make historj" — on books and theatres, and then upon Sarah Newton, whose plan of life interested Juanita. He told her of the girl called Marian, and her inquiries about Clieriton. " i wonder if you ever knew her among your villagers," ho said. The Day will come. 175 '• 1 sliould rmicli like to know who she is. She interests me inoie than I can sav. Tliere is a rellncinent in her manners and ajipear- anco that convinces me slie must have belonj^cil to superior [leople. She was never born in a labom-er's cottage, or amidst a small shop- keeper's shabbj^ suiTOundings. She was never taught at a National School, or broken into domestic service." " And she was once very handsome, you say ? " " Yes, she must have been beautiful, before illness and trouble sot their marks upon her face. She is only a wreck now, but there is beauty in the WTeck." " IIow old do you suppose her to be ? " " Eight or nine and twenty. It is dillicult to guess a woman's age within two or three years, and this woman's face is evidently aged by trouble ; but I don't think she can be thirty." " There is only one person I can think of who would in any manner answer your description," said Juanita, thoughtfully. '•Who is that?" '' Mercy Porter. You must have heard about Mercy Porter, the daughter of the woman at the West Lodge." " Yes, yes, I remember. She ran away with a middle-aged man — an army man — one of your father's visitors." " I was a child at the time, and of course I lieard very little about it. I only knew that Mercy Porter who used to come to tea with mother, and who played the piano better than my governess, suddenly vanished out of our lives, and that I never saw her again. My mother was quite fond of her, and I remember hearing of her beauty, though I was too young myself to know what beauty meant. I could not thiidc any one pretty who wore such plain frocks, and sucli stout useful boots as ^lercy wore. Her mother certainly did nothing to set olT her good looks, or to instil vanity. Years after, my mother told me how the girl disappeared one summer evening, and how Mrs. Porter came distracted to the house, and saw my father, and stormed and raved at him in her agony, saying it was /n'.s- friend who had blighted her daughter's youth — //?'« work that she had gone to her ruin. He was very jiatient and forbearing with her, my mother said, for he pitied her despair, and lie felt that he was in some wise to blame for having brought such an nnjirinciplcd man as Colonel Tremaine to Cheriton, a man who had carried ruin into many homes. Mercy had been seen to leave Wareham Station with him by the night mail. He had a yacht at Weymouth, She wrote to her mother from London a fortnight afterwards, and ^Irs. Porter brought the letter to my mother and father one morning, as they sat at breakfast. It was a heartbroken letter — the letter of a poor foolish girl who flings away her good name and her hope of Heaven, with lier eyes open, and knows the cost of her sacritico, and yet can't help making it. I was engaged to Godfrey when 1 first heard 1 76 The Day zvill come. IMercy's story, and I felt so sorry for her, so sorry, in the midst of my happy love. What had I done to deserve happiness more than she, that life should be so bright for me and so dark for her. I did not know that my day of agony was to come." " Did you ever hear how Colonel Tremaine treated her? " " No ; I believe my father wrote him a very severe letter, and called upon him to repair the -UTong he had done ; but I don't think he even took so much trouble as co answer that letter. His regi- ment was ordered off" to India two or three years afterwards, and he was killed in AfiJ,hanistan about six years ago." " And has nothing been heard of Mercy since her flight ? " " Nothing." " I wonder her motlier has sat at home quietly all these years instead of making strenuous efforts to find her lost lamb," said Theodore. "Ah, that is almost exactly what Godfrey said of her. He seemed to think her heartless for taking things so quietly. She is a curious woman — self-contained, and silent. I sometimes fancy she was more angry than grieved at Mercy's fate. Mother says she turns to ice at the slightest mention of the girl's name. Don't you think love would show itself differently ? " "One can never be sure about other people's sentiments. Love has many languages." Their talk drifted to more commonplace subjects. And then Theodore rose to take leave. " You must dine at the Priory before j'our holiday is over, Theo," said his cousin, as they shook hands. " Let me see — to-morrow will be Christmas Day — will you come the day after, and bring the sisters ? It is too long a drive for a winter night, so you musL stay ; there is plenty of room." " Are you sure we shall not bore you ? " " I am sure you will cheer me. My sister-in-law is very good — but Lady Jane is the only person in this house of whom I do not get desperately tired, including myself," she added, with a sigh. " Please say you will come, and I will order your rooms." " We will come then. Good night, Juanita." The shadows were falling as he drove away, after refusing tea in the drawing-room and a further acquaintance with the wonderful children. He looked forward to that evening at the Priory with an eager expectancy that he knew to be supreme foolishness, and when the evening came, it brought some measure of disappointment with it. Juanita was not so well as she had been upon Christmas Eve. She was not able to dine downstairs, and the family dinner, at which the Etonian Tom, Johnnie, and Lucy were allowed to take their places in virtue of Christmas time, was a dull business for Theodore. His The Day li'ill conic. 177 only pleasure was in tlio fact that ho sat on Lady Jane's right hand, aiui was able to talk with her of Juanita. Even that pleasure was nlloycd with keenest pain ; for Lady Jane's talk was of that dead love which cast its shadow over Juanita's youth, or of that dim and dawnin.!:;^ hope which might brighten tlie coming days — and neitlicr ill the love of the past nor in the love of the future had Theodore any part. Juanita was on her sofa by the drawing-room fire when he and Mr. Greuville left the dining-room, after a single glass of claret, and a brief review of the political situation. Theodore's sisters were established on each side of her. There was no chanco for him while they were absorl)ing her attention, and he retired dis- consolately to the group in the middle of the room, where ]\Irs. (irenville and Lady Jane were seated on a capacious ottoman with the children about them. Johnnie and Lucy, who had over-eaten themselves, were disposed to be (juict, the little girl leaning her fiiir curls and fat shining cheek against her grandmotlier's shoulder with an air that looked touchinj^, but which really indicated repletion ; Johnnie sprawling on the carpet at his mother's feet, and wishing he had not eaten that mince- jiie, telling himself that, on the whole, he hated mince-pie, and envying his brother Tom, who had stolen oil" to the saddle-room to talk to the grooms. Godolphin and Mabel having dined early, were full of exuberance, waiting to be "jumped," which entertainment Theodore had to provide without inlermission for nearly half an hour, upheaving first one and then another towards the ceiling, first a rosy bundle in ruby velvet, and tlien a rosy bundle in white muslin, laugliing, screaming, enraptured, to be caught in his arms, and set carefully on the ground, there to await the next turn. Theodore slaved at this recreation until his arms ached, casting a furtive glance every now and then at the corner by the fireplace where his sisters were treating Juanita to the result of their latest heavy reading. At last, to his delight, Lucy recovered from her comatose condition, and began to thirst for amusement. " Let's have magic music," she said ; " we can all play at that, Granny and all. You know you love magic music, (Jranny. Who'll ]ilay the i»iano ? Not mother, she plays so badly," added tho darling, with childlike candour. '' Sophy shall play for you," cried TheoJoro ; " she's a capital hand at it." He went over to his sister. '• Go and play for the children. Sophy," ho said. " I've been doing my duty. Go and do yours." Sophy looked agonized, but complied; and he slipped into her vacant seat. lie sat by his cousin's side for nearly an hour, while the children, N If I yS The Day will conic. mother, and graiulmother played their nursery game to tlie sound of dance-music, now low, now loud, neatly executed by Sophy's accurate fingers. Their talk was of indillerent subjects, and the lion's share of the conversation was enjoyed by Janet ; but to Theodore it was bliss to be there, by his cousin's side, ^^^thin sound of her low melodious voice, within touch of lier tapering hand. Just to sit there, and watch her face, and drink in the tones of her voice, was enough. He asked no more from Fate, yet awhile. He had a long talk with her in her own room next morning, before he went back to Dorchester, and the talk was of that old subject which absorbed her thoughts. " Be sure you find out all you can from my father," she said at parting. Life at Cheriton Chase bore no impress of the tragedy tliat had blighted Juauita's honeymoon. There were no festivities this winter ; there was no large house-party. There had been a few quiet elderly or middle-aged visitors during the shooting season, and there had been some slaughter of those pheasants which were wont to sit, ponderous and sleepy as barn-door fowls, upon the five-ban-ed gates, and post-and-rail fences of the Chase. But even those sober guests — old friends of husband and wife — had all departed, and the house was empty of strangers when Theodore arrived there, in time for dinner on New Year's Eve. Notliing could have suited him better than this. He Avanted to be tete-a-tete with Lord Cheriton ; to glean all in the way of counsel or reminiscence that might fall from those wise lips. " K there is a man living who can teach me how to get on in my profession it is James Dalbrook," he said to himself, thinking of his cousin by that name which he had so often heard his father use when talking of old days. Lady Cheriton gi-eeted him affectionately, made him sit by her in the library, where a richly embroidered Japanese screen made a cosy corner by the fireplace, during the twenty minutes before dinner. She was a handsome woman stiU, wnth that grand-looking Spanish beauty which does not fade with youth, and she was dressed to perfection in lustreless black silk, reHeved by the glitter of jet here and there, and by the soft white crape kerchief, worn a la Marie-Antoinette. There was not one thread of grey in the rich black hail', piled in massive plaits upon the prettily shaped head. Theodore contemplated her with an almost worshipping admiration. It was Juanita's face he saw in those classic lines. " I want to have a good talk with you, Theo," she said ; '•' there is no one else to whom I can talk so freely now my poor Godfrey is gone. We sit here of an evening, now, you see. The drawing- room is only used when there are people in the house, and even The Day zviil conic. 1 79 than I feci miserable there. I cannot cjct his ima£,'e out of mj' mind. Chcriton insists that the room shall bo used, that it shall not bo made a haunted room — and no doubt it is best so, — but oue cannot forget such a traijcdy as that." " I ho]ie Juanita will forget some day." "Ah, that is what I try to hope. She is so young, at the very beginning of life, and it does seem hard that all those hopes for which other women live should be over aud done with for her. I wish I could believe in the power of Time to cure her. I wish I could believe that she will be able to lovo somebody else as she loved Godfrej'. If she does, I dare say it will be some new person who has had nothing to do with her past life. I had been in and out of lovo before I met James Dalbrook, but the sight of him seemed like the beginning of a new life. I felt as if it had been pre- ordained that I was to love him, and only him — that nothing else had been real. Yes, Theodore," — with a sigh, — " you may depend, if ever she should caro for anybody, it will be a now person." '' Very lucky for the new person, and rather hard upon any one who Jiappens to have loved her all his life." " Is there any one — like that? " " I think you know there is. Lady Chcriton." •' Yes, yes, my dear boy, I know," she answered kindly, laying lier soft hand upon his. " I won't pretend not to know. I wish, with all my heart, you could make her care for you, Theodore, a year or two hence. Y'ou would be a good and true husband to her, a kind father to Godfrey's child — that fatherless child. Oh, Theo- dore, is it not sad to think of the child who vnW never — not for onc bricf hour — feel tlie toucli of a father's hand, or know the blessing of a father's love ? Such a dead blank where there should be Avarmtli and life and joy ! Wc must wait, Tlico. Who can dispose of the future? I shall bo a happy woman if ever you can tell me you have won the reward of a life's devotion." "God bless you for your goodness to me," he faltered, kissing the soft white hand, so like in form and outline to Juanita's hand, only l)lumper and more matroulj'. They dined snugly, a cosy trio, in a small room hung with genuine old Cordovan leather, and adorned with Moorish crockery, a room which was called her Ladyshii)'s parlour, and which had been ono of Lord Chcriton's birthday gifts to his wife, fiu-nisliod and decorated during her absence at a German spa. When Lady Chcriton left tiiem, the two men turned their chairs towards the lire, lighted their cigare, and settled themselves for an evening's talk. The gi'eat lawyer was in one of his pleasantcst moods. lie gave Theodore the benefit of his experience as a stulV-gown, and did all that the advice of a wise senior can do towards puttiu^j a tyro on the right track. I So The Day will come. " You will have to bide your time," he said in conclusion ; " it is a tedious busineys. You must just sit in your chambers and read till your chance comes. Always be there, that's the grand point. Don't be out when Fortune knocks at your door. She will come in a very insignificant shape on her earlier visits — with a shabby little two- guinea brief in her hand; but don't you let that shabby little brief be carried to somebody else just because you arc out of the way. I suppose you are really fond of the law." "Yes, 1 am very fond of my profession. It is meat and drink to me." "Then you will get on. Any man of moderate abilities is bound to succeed in any profession which he loves with a heart-whole love ; and your abilities are much better than moderate." There was a little pause in the talk while Lord Cheriton threw on a fresh log and lighted a second cigar. "I have been meditating a good deal upon Sir. Godfrey's murder," said Theodore, " and I am perplexed by the utter darkness which surrounds the murderer and his motive. No doubt you have some theory upon the subject." " No, I have no theory. There is really nothing upon which to build a theory. Churton, the detective, talked about a vendetta — suggested poacher, tenant, tramp, gipsy, any member of the dangerous classes who might happen to consider himself aggiieved by poor Godfre}^ He even went so flvr as to make a very un- pleasant suggestion, and urged that there might be a woman at the bottom of the business, speculated upon some youthful intrigue of Godfrey's. Now, from all I know of that young man, I believe his life had been blameless. He was the soul of honour. He avouIJ never have dealt cruelly with any woman." " And you. Lord Cheriton," said Theodore, hardly following tho latter part of his cousin's speech in his self-absorption. His kinsman started and looked at him indignantly. "And you — in your eajiacity of judge, for instance — have you never made a deadly foe ? " " Well, I suppose the men and women I have sentenced have hardly loved me ; but I doubt if the worst of them ever had any strong personal feeling about me. They have taken me as a part of the machinery of the law — of no more account than the iron door of a cell or a beam of the scaffold." " Yet there have been instances of active malignity — the assas- sination of Lord Mayo, for instance." " Oh, the assassin in that case was an Indian, and a maniac. We live in a different latitude. Besides, it is rather too far-fetched an idea to suppose that a man would shoot my son-in-law in order to avenge himself upon me." "The shot may have been fired under a misapprehension. The The Day will come. i8i f^^nxc seated reading in the lamplight may have been mistaken for you." " The assassin must have been uncommonly short-sighted to make sucli a mistake. I won't say such a thing would be impossible, ibr experience has taught me that tliorc is nothing in this life too strange to be true ; but it is too unlikely a notion to dwell upon. Indeed, I think, Theodore, we must disnn'ss this painful business from our minds. If tlie mystery is ever to be cleared up, it will bo by a fluke ; but even that seems to me a very remote contingenc}'. Have you not observed that if a murderer is not caught within three months of his crime he is hardly ever caught at all ? I might almost say if he is not caught within one month. Once let the scent cool and the chances are a hundred to one in his favour." " Yet Juanita has set her heart ujion seeing her husband avenged." " Ah, that is where her Spanish blood shows itself. An English- woman, pure and simple, would tliiidi only of her sorrow. INIy poor girl hungers for revenge. Providence may favour her, perhaps, but 1 doubt it. The best thing that can happen to her will be to forget her first husband, fine young fellow as he was, and choose a second. It is horrible to think that the rest of her life is to be a blank. With licr beaut}' and position she may look high. I am obliged to be ambitious for my daughter, you see, Theodore, since Heaven has not spared me a so;i." Theodore saw only too plamly that, whatever favour his hopes might have from soft-hearted Lady Cheriton, his own kinsman, James Dalbrook, would be against him. This mattered very litth; to him at present, in the face of the lady's indifference. One gleam of hope from Juanita herself would have seemed more to him than all the favour of parents or kindred. It was her hand that held his late : it was she alone who could make his life blessed. New Year's Day was fine but frosty, a sharp, clear day on which r'heriton Park looked loveliest, the trees made foiry-liko by tho light rime, the long stretches of turf touched with a silvery white- ness, the distant copses and boundary of pine-trees half hidden in a pale grey mist. Theodore walked across the park with Lady Cheriton to the eleven o'clock service in the church at the end of Cheriton village. It was nearly a mile from the great house to the fine old fifteenth- century church, but Lady Cheriton always walked to church in decent weather, albeit her servants were conveyed there luxuriously in a capacious omnibus specially retained for their use. On the way along the silent avenue Theodore told her of his meeting with Miss Newton's 2jro<('(7Je, and of Juanita 's idea that the woman called Marian might be no other than Mercy Porter. ■' I certainly remember no other case of a girl about here leaving her home under disgraceful circumstances — that is to say, any girl 1 82 The Day will covie. of refinement and education," said Lady Clieriton. " Tliere have been cases among the villagers, no doubt ; but if tliis girl of yours is really a superior person, and really conies from Cheriton, J think Juanita is right, and that you must have stumbled upon Mercy Porter. Her mothor ought to be told about it, without delay." "Will you tell her, or will you put me in the way of doing so?" " Would you like to see Mrs. Porter? " " Yes. i feel interested in her, chiefly because she may be Marian's mother. I shall have to go to work very carefully, so as not to cause her too keen a disappointment in the event of Juanita's guess being wrong." " I do not know that you will find her very soft-hearted where her daughter is concerned," replied Lady Cheriton, thoughtfully. " I sometimes fear that she has hardened herself against that rm- happy girl. The troubles of her own early life may have hardened her, perhaps. It is not easy to bear a long series of troubles with patience and gentleness." " Do you know much of her history ? " " Only that she lost her husband when she was still a young woman, and that she was left to face the Avorld permiless "wdth her young daughter. If my husband had not happened to hear of her circumstances, Heaven knows what Avould have become of her. He had been intimate with her husband when he was a young man in London, and it seemed to him a duty to do what he could for her ; go he pensioned oft" an old gardener who used to live in that pretty cottage, and he had the cottage thoroughly renovated for Mrs. Porter. She had a little furniture of a rather superior kind ware- housed in London, and with this she was able to make a snug and pretty home for herself, as you will see, if you call upon her after the service. You are sure to see her at church." '' Was she very fond of her little girl in those days ? " " I hardly know. People have different ways of showing affec- tion. She was very strict with poor Mercy. She educated lier at home, and never allowed her to associate ■u'ith any of the village children. She kept the child entirely under her own wing, so that the poor little thing had actually no companion but her mother, a middle-aged woman, saddened by trouble. I felt very sorry for the child, and I used to have her up at the house for an afternoon now and then, just to introduce some variety into her life. When she grew up into a beautiful young woman, her mother seemed to dis- hke these visits, and stipulated that Mercj^ should only come to see me when there were no visitors in the house. She did not want her head turned by any of those foolish compliments which frivolous people are so fond of paying to a girl of that age, never thinking of the mischief they may do. I told her that I thought she was The Day will conic. 183 over-care fill, and tliat as ^Icrcy must discover that she was liand- some suoner or later, it was just as well she should gain some pxperienco of life at once. ITer instinctive self-respect would teach jier how to take care of herself ; and if she could be safe anywhere, she would be safe with me. Mrs. Porter is a rather obstinate ])nrson, and she took her o\vn way. She kept Mercy as close as if she jiad been an Oriental slave ; and yet, somehow, Colonel Tremaine contrived to make love to her, and tempted her away from her lionie. Perhaps, if that home had been a little less dismal, the girl might not have been so easily tempted." They had left the park by this time and were nearing the church. A scanty congregation came slowly in after Lady Cheriton and her companion had taken their seats in the chancel pew. Tlie con- gregation was chielly feminine. ]Middle-agcd women in evcry-day bonnets and fur-trimmed cloaks, with their shoulders up to their ears. Ciirls in felt hats and smart, tight-fitting jiickets. A few pious villagers of advanced years, spectacled, feeble, with WTinkled fares half hidden under poke bonnets : two representative old men with long white liair and quavering voices, whose shrill treble was distinguishable above the rustic choir. Amidst this sparse congregation Theodore had no difficult}' in discovering ^Frs. Porter. She sat in one of the front benches on the left side of the aisle, which side was reserved for the tradespeople and humbler inhabi- tants of Cheriton ; while the benches en the right were occupied by the county people, and some small fry who ranked with those elect of the earth — with them, but not of them — a retired banker and his wife, the village doctor, the A'illagc lawyer, and two or three female annuitants of good family. A noticeable woman, this I\Irs. Porter, anywhere. She was tall and thin, straight as a dart, with strongly marked features and white hair. Her complexion was pale and sallow, the kiml of skin which is generally described as sickly. If she had ever been handsome, all traces of that former beauty liad disappeared. It was a hard face, without womanly charm, yet with an unmistakable air of refine- ment. She Avorc her neat little black straw bonnet and black cloth mantle like a lady, and she walked like a lady, as Theodore saw ])resently, wdien that portion of the little band of worshippers wliich did not remain for the celebration dribbled slowh' out of church. lie left Lady Cheriton kneeling in her pew, and followed Mi's. Porter out of the porch and along the village street, and thence into that rustic lane which led to the West Lodge. He had spoken to her only once in his life, on a summer morning, wlion lie had happened to find her standing at her garden gate, and when it had been impossible for her to avoid him. He knew that slie must have seen him going in and out of the park gates often enough for 184 The Day zvill come. his appearance to be familiar to her, so he had no scruple in intro- ducing himself. " Good morning, Mrs. Porter," he said, overtaking her in the deeply sunk lane, between those rocky banks where hart's-tongnie and polypodium grew so luxuriantly in summer, and where even in this wintry season the lichens and mosses spread their rich colouring over grey stone and brown earth, and above which the snow-laden boughs showed white against the blue brightness of the sky. She turned and bowed stiffl\\ " Good morning, sir." " You haven't forgotten me, I hope. I am Theodore Dalbrook, of Dorchester. I think you must have seen me pass your window too often to forget me easily ? " "I am not much given to watching the people who pass in and out, sir. When his Lordship gave me the cottage, he was good enough to allow me a servant to open the park gate, as he knew that I was not strong enough to bear exposure to all kinds of weather. I am free to live my own life therefore, without thinking of his Lordship's visitors." " I am sorry to intrude myself upon your notice, i\Irs. Porter, but I want to speak to you upon a very delicate subject, and I must ask your forgiveness in advance if I should touch upon an old wound." She looked at him curiously, shrinkingly even, with a latent anger in her pale eyes, ej^es that had been lovely once, perhaps, but which time or tears had faded to a glassy dulness. " I have no desire to discuss old wounds with any one," she said coldly. " My troubles at least are my own." " Not altogether your o^\Tl, Mrs. Porter. The sorrow of which I am thinking involves another life — the life of one wdio has been dear to you." " I have nothing to do with any other life." " Not even with the life of your only child ? " ' Not even with the life of my only child," she answered dog- gedly. " She left me of her own accord, and I have done with her for ever. I stand utterly alone in this world — utterly alone," she repeated. " And if I tell you that I think and believe I have found your daughter in London — very poor — working for her living, very sad and lonely, her beauty f;idcd, her life jojdess — would you not wish to know more — would not your heart yearn towards her ? " " No ! I tell you I have done with her. She has passed out of my life. I stand alone." There was a tone of finality in these words wdiich left no room for argument. Theodore lifted his hat, and walked on. The Day it.' HI come. i8. CHAPTER XVIII. "0 povcreiifn power of love ! O grief! balm ! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through the mist of passed years." TlAniMNGTOX Dalp.rook, liaviiig in a manner given hostages to Fuitiiiie, entered upon liis new career witli a strengtli of i)ur[)Ose anil a resolute industry wliicli took liis fatlier by surprise. "Upon my wunl, IlaiTy, I did not think tliere was so much grit in yon," said Mr. Dalbrouk. " I thougiit you and your sisters were too much stuffed w'ith modem culture to be capable of old-fashioned work." •' I hope, mj' dear father, you don't think education and intellect out of place in a lawj-er? " •' Far from it. We have had too many examples to the contrary, from 15acon to Brougham, from Hale to Cockburn ; but I was afraid (if the dilettante spirit, the talk about books which you had oidy half read, the smattering of subjects that need the work of a life- time to be ]no])erly imderstood. I was afraid of our modern electro- plate culture — the process which throws a brilliant film of education over a foundation of ignorance. However, you have surprised me, Ilany. I own that I was disappointed by your want of jturpose at llie University ; but I begin to resjject you now I fmd you attack your work in the right spirit." " I want to get on," answered Harrington, gravely, hanging hi3 liead a little in shame at his own reticence. From so good a father he felt it was a kind of dishonour to keep a secret ; but Juliet Baldwin had insisted upon secrecy, and the name of every fiancee in the early stages of an engagement is She-who-must-be-obeyed. Harrington said not a word, therefore, as to that mighty prime- mover wln'ch was urging him to dogged jierseverance in a ])rofessioii for which he had as yet no real inclination. He put aside Darwin and Spencer, Max Miiller and Seeley, Scho])enhauer and Hartmauji, all those true or false lights which he had followed through the mazes of free thought; and he set himself to master the stern actualities of the law. Ho had not done well at the University ; not because he was wantinc; in brains, but because he was wanting 1 86 The Day will come. ill cuucentratiou and doggedness. The prime-mover being supplied, and of a prodigious power, Hamngton brought liis intellectual forces to bear upon a given point, and made a rapid advance in legal know- ledge and acumen. The old cook-housekeeper complained of the coals and candles which " Master Harry " consumed during his after- midnight studies, and wondered that the household were not all burnt in their beds by reason of the young gentleman dropping olT to sleep over Coke upon Littleton. The sisters complained that they had i»ow practically no brother, since Harrington, who had a pretty tenor voice, and had hitherto been a star at afternoon teas and evening parties, refused to go anywhere, except to those few houses — county — where Miss Bald'wan might be met. Scarcely had the New Year begim when Miss Baldwin went off upon a visit to one of the largest houses in Wiltshire, and one of the smartest, a house under the dominion of a childless ^\^dow, gifted with a large income and a sympathetic temperament, a lady who allowed her life to be influenced and directed by a family of nephews and nieces, and whose house was declared by the advanced section of society to be " quite the most perfect house to stay in, don't you knoAV." Miss Baldwin did not leave the neighbourhood of Dorchester and her lover without protestations of regi-et. The thing was a bore, a sacrifice on her part, but it must be done. She had promised dear old Lady Burdenshaw ages ago, and to Lady Burdenshaw's she must go. " You needn't worry about it," she said, with her off-hand air, lolling on the billiard-room settee in the grey Avinter afternoon, on the second Sunday of the year ; " if you are at all keen Tipon being at Medlow Court while I am there, I'll make dear old Lady Burdenshaw send you an invitation." " You are very good," replied Harrington, " and I should like staying in the same house %vith you ; but I couldn't think of visiting a lady I don't know, or of cadging for an invitation." Sir Henry had asked liis friend to luncheon, and now, after a somewhat Spartan meal of roast mutton and rice pudding, the lovers were alone in the billiard-room. Sir Henry having crept off to the stables. The table was kept rigorously covered on Sundays, in deference to the Dowager's Sabbatarian leanings ; and there was nothing for her son to do in the billiard-room, except to walk list- lessly up and down and stare at some very dingy examples of the early Italian school, or to take the cues out of the rack one by one to see which of them wanted topping. "Oh, but you needn't mind. You would be capital friends with Lady B. We all call her Lady B., because a three-syllable name is too much for anybody's patience. I tell her she ought to drop a syllable. Lady Ijur'sliaw would do just as well. I suppose, though, The Day zvill come. 1S7 if I were to got ;ui invitation you could hardly be spared from — tiiu shop," concluded Juliet, with a laugh. " Hardly. I have to stick very close to — the shop," replied Har- rington, blushing a little at the word. " liemember what I am working for — a family practice in London and a house that you need not be ashamed to inhabit. To me that means as much as the red ribbon of the Bath means to' a soldier or sailor. My ambition goes no further, unless it were to a seat in Parliament later on." " You are a good earnest soul. Yes, of course, you must go into Parliament. In spite of all the riff-ralf that has got into the House of late years, boys, Home Kulers, city-men, there is a faint flavour of distinction in the letters j\[.P. after a man's name. It helps him just a little in society to be able to talk about 'my constituents,' and to contemplate European politics from the standpoint of the town that has elected him. Yes, you must be in the House, by-and-b}-, Ilany." " You told me you were tired of countrj'- house visiting," said Han-ington, who for the first time since his iaetrothal felt somewhat inclined to quarrel with liis divinitj'. '' So I am, heartily sick of it ; and I shall rejoice when I have a siuig little nest of my own in Clarges or Hertford Street. But you must admit that ^ledlow Court is better than this house. Behold our average Sunday ! Boast mutton — rice pudding — and invincible (hihicss ; all the servants except an luidcr-footman gone to afternoon church, and no possibility of a cup of tea till nearly six o'clock. A cold diinier at eight, and family prayers at ten." " What kind of a Sunday do you have at Mcdlow ? " ^^ II ifen a 2WW' ioiiH les fjoiits. Medlow is liberty hall. If we were even to take it into our heads to have family prayers Lady Burdenshaw Avould send for her chaplain — pluck him out of the bosom of his family — and order him to read them. She doesn't like cards on a Sunday, because of the servants ; but after the clock has struck eleven we may do what we please — play poker, nap, euchre, baccarat, till daj-light, if we are in the humour. The billiard and smoke rooms, and the ball-room are at one end of the house, ever so tar from the servants' (piarters. We can have as much fun as \VQ like while those rustic souls are snoring." Harrington sighed ever so faintly. This picture of a fashionable interior was perfectly innocent, and his betrothcd's way f)f looking at things meant nothing worse than girlish exuberance, fnie animal spirits: but the sans gene oi ^ledlow Court was hardly the kind of training he would have chosen for his future wife. And then he looked at the handsome profile, the piled-uji mass of ruddy-brown hair on the top of the haughtily poised head, the perfectly fitting tailor gown, with its aristocratic simplicity, costing so much more iS3 The Day will covie. tlian plebeian silks and satins ; and he told himself that he was privileged in having won such exalted beauty to ally itself with his humble fortunes, Such a girl would shine as a duchess; and if marriageable dukes had eyes to see with, and judgment to guide their choice, that lovely auburn head would ere now have been crowned with a tiara of family diamonds instead of waiting for the poor sprigs of orange blossom which alone may adorn the brow of the solicitor's bride. " Shall we go for a stroll in the grounds?" asked Juliet, with a restless air and an impatient shiver. " Perhaps it will be warmer out of doors than it is here. AVe keep such miserable fires in this house. I believe the grates were chosen with a view to burning the minimum of coal." " I shall be delighted." Laura was absent on a visit to Yorkshire cousins, strong-minded like herself, and with no pretensions to fashion. Lady Baldwin had retired for her afternoon siesta. On Sundays she always read her- self to sleep wth Taylor or South ; on week-days she nodded over the morning paper. She had gone to the morning-room with the idea that Henry would take his friend to the stables, and that Juliet would require no looking after. It had never entered into her ladyship's head that her liandsome daughter would look so low as the son of her solicitor. Juliet was therefore free to do what she pleased with her afternoon, and her pleasure was to walk in the chilly shrubberies, and the bare grey park, sparsely timbered, and with about as little forestal beauty as a gentleman's park can possess. She put on an old seal-skin jacket and a toque to match, which she kept in the room where her brother kept his overcoats, and Avhich smelt of tobacco, after the manner of everything that came within Sir Henry's influence. And then she led the waj^ to a half- glass door, which opened on a grass-plot at the side of the house, and she and her lover went out. "You can smoke if you like," she said. "You know I don't mind. I'll have a cigarette with you in the shrubbery." " Dearest Juliet, I can't tell you how glad I should be if j'ou would smoke — less," he said nervously, blushing at his own earnest- ness. " You think I smoke too many cigarettes — that they are really bad for me? " she asked carelessly. "It isn't that. I wasn't thinking about their effect on your health ; but — I know you will call it old-fashioned nonsense — I can't bear to see the Avoman who is to be my wife with a cigarette between her lips." " And when I am your wife, I suppose you will cut me off from tobacco altogether." " I should never be a domestic tyrant, Juliet ; but it would wound The Day will come. 189 mc to see nij' wife sinokc, just as nuicli as it wouiuls mc now wlien 1 SCO you smoke half a dozen cigarettes in succession." "What a Pliilistino you are, Harry! Well, you shall not 1)0 tortured. I'll case oil' the smoking if I can — but a whitV or twn of an Egyptian soothes me when my nerves arc ovorstraincil. You are as bad as my mother, wlio thinks cigarette smoking one stage on the road to perdition, and rather an advanced stage, too. You are very easily shocke, limits of masculine understanding. To liis cyo the wJiitc satin and tulle his betrothed had worn had seemed ianltless ; but it may be that the glamour of first love acts like limelight upon a soiled white garment : and no doubt Miss Baldwin's gown had seen service. Ho walked back to the house with her, and left her at the door just as it was growhig dusk, and the servants were coming home from clnu'ch. He left her with a fictitious appearance of cheerful- ness, promising to go to tea on the following afternoon. He was glad of the six-mile walk to Dorchester, as it gave him solitude for deliberation. At home the keen eyes of his sisters would be upon him, and he would be pestered by inquiries as to what there had been for lunch and what Miss Baldwin wore ; while the still more penetrating gaze of his father would be quick to perceive anything amiss. '•Oh, Juliet, if you knew how hard you are making our engage- ment to me ! " he ejaculated mentally, as he walked, with the unconscious hurry of an agitated mind, along the frost- boimd road. There had been a hard frost since Christmas, and hunting had been out of the question, whereby the existence of Mahmud, and the bill at the livery stable seemed so much the heavier a burden. Somehow or other he must get the difference between forty-three pounds and fifty, only seven pounds, a paltry sura, no doubt; but it would hardly do for him to leave himself penniless until Lady Day. He might be called on at any moment for small sums. Short of shamming illness and stopping in l)ed till the end of the quarter, he could not ])ossibly escape the daily calls which every young man has upon his purse. He told himself, therefore, that ho must con- trive to borrow fifteen or twenty pounds. But of whom ? That was the question. His first thought was naturally of his brother — but in the next moment he remembered how Theodore in his financial arrangements with his father had insisted upon cutting himself down to the very lowest possible allowance. '' You will ]iay all my fees, Dad, and give me enough money to furnish my chambers decently, with the help of the things I am to have out of this house, and you will allow me so much," he said, naming a very modest sum, "for maintenance till I begin to get briefs. I want to feel the spur of poverty. I want to work for my bread. Of course I know 1 have a court of appeal here if my cx- chfti-juer should run dry." Remembering this, Harrington felt that he could not, at the very beginning of things, pester his brother for a loan. The same 192 The Day zvill come. court of appeal, the father's well-filled purse, was open to him ; but lie had no excuse to ofler, no reason to give, for exceeding his allowance. He might sell Mahmiid, if there were not two obstacles to that transaction. The first that nobody in the neighbourhood wanted to buy him, the second that he was not yet paid for, except by that bill which rose like a pale blue spectre before the young man's eyes as he was dropping off to sleep of a night, and sometimes spoiled his rest. He would have to sell INIahmud in order not to dishonour that bill ; and if the horse should fetch considerably less than the price given for him, as all equine experience led his owner to fear, whence was to come the difference ? That was the problem which would have to be solved somehow before the tenth of March. He would have to send the beast to Tattersall's most likely, the com- mon experience of the hunting field having taught him that nol)ody ever sells a horse among his own circle. He saw himself realizing something under fifty ponnds as the price of the black, and having to bridge over the distance betAveen that amount and eighty as best he might. But March was not to-morrow, and he had first of all to provide for to-morrow ; a mere trifle, but it would have to be liorrowed, and the sensation of borrowing was new to Matthew Dalbrook's son. He had frittered away his ready money at the University, and he had got into debt ; but ho had never borrowed money of Jew or Gentile. And now the time had come when he must borrow of whomsoever he could. He took tea with his sisters in the good, homely, old-fashioned drawing-room, which was at its best in winter; the four tall, narrow windows closely curtained, a roaring fire in the wide iron grate, and a modern Japanese tea-table wheeled in front of it. Five o'clock tea was of a more substantial order on Sundays than on week-days, on account of the nine o'clock supper which took the place of the seven o'clock dinner, and accommodated those who cared to attend evening church. Lady Baldwin's Spartan luncheon had not indisposed her guest for cake and muffins, and basking in the glow of the fire Harrington forgot his troubles, enjoyed his tea, and maintained a very fair appearance of cheerful- ness while his sisters questioned and his father put in an occasional word. " I'm afraid you are getting rather too friendly at the Mount," said ]\Iatthew Dalbrook. " I don't like Sir Henry Baldwin, and I don't think he's an advantageous friend for you." "Oh, but we're old chums," said Harrington, blushing a little; " we were at Oxford together, you know." " I'm afraid we both know it, Harr}', and to our cost," replied his father. 'VYou might have succeeded in your divinity exam, if it hadn't been for this line gentleman friend of yours." The Day will come, 193 " I'm not sorrv I i'aileil, fatlicr. The law suits mc ever so much Letter than the Churcli." '' So long as you stick to that opinion I'm satisfied. Only don't go to the Moimt too often, and don't let the handsome Miss Bald- win make a fool of you." If it had not been for the coloured shades over the lamps, which were so artistic as to he useless for seeing purposes, Harrington might have been seen to turn pale. ■' No fear of that," Sophia exclaimed contemptuously. " Juliet Baldwin is not likely to give a provincial solicitor any encourage- ment. She's a girl who expects to marry for position, and though she is just a shade passee, she may make a good match even yet. She comes here because she likes us ; but she's a thorough woman tif the ■world, and vou needn't be afraid of her running alter Harry." Harrington grew as red as a pconj^ with suppressed indignation. " Perhaps as tlie Baldwins are my friends you might be able to get on without talking any more about them," he said, scowling at his elder sister. " I've told you what we had for lunch, and how many servants were iu the room, and what kind of gown Juliet — ]\Iiss Baldwin — was wearing. Don't you think we've had enough of them for to-night ? " " Quite enough, Harry, quite enough," said the father. " By-the by, did you read the Times leader on Gladstone's last manifesto ? And where are the Field and the Observer? Bring me over a lamp tliat I can see by, Soj)hy, my dear. Those crimson lamp- shades of yours suggest one of Orchardson's pictures, but they don't help mo to read my paper." '• They're the beastliest things I ever saw," said Ilamngton, vindictively. " I'm sorry yon don't like them," said Janet. " It was Juliet r.aldwin who persuaded us to buy them. She had seen some at ]\[odlow Court, and she raved about them." Harrington went out of the room witiiout anotlicr word. How odious his sisters had become of late ; yet while he was at Oxford they had regarded him as an oracle, and he had found even sisterly appreciation pleasant. It was some time since he had attended evening service, but on this particular evening he went alone, not troubling to invite his sisters, who were subject to an intermittent form of neuralgia which often prevented their going to church in the evening. To-night ho avoided St. Peter's, in which his father had scats, and went to the more remote church of Fordington, where lie had a pew all to himself on this frosty winter night, except for one well-bcliaved worshipper in the person of his father's old and confidential clerk, James Hay field, a constant church-goer, who was punctual at every 194 T^^^ ^<^y "^^^^^ come. evening service, whatever the weather. Harrington had expected to see him there. Hayfield sat modestly aloof at the further end of the pew, but when the sen'ice was over the young man took some pains to follow close upon the heels of the grey-haired clerk, with shoulders bent by long years of desk-work, and respectable dark-blue Chesterfield overcoat with velvet collar. "How do you do, Hayfield? Isn't this rather a sharp night for you to venture out in?" said Harrington, as they left the church porch. "I'm a toughish customer, I thank you, Mr. Harrington. It would take severer weather than this to keep me away from the evening service. I'm very fond of the evening service. A fine sermon, sir, a fine, awakening sermon." "Magnificent, capital," exclaimed Harrington, who hadn't heard two consecutive sentences, and whose mind had been engaged upon arithmetical problems of the most unpleasant kind. " It is imcom- monly cold though," he added, shivering. " I'll walk round your way. It will be a little longer for me." " You're very good, Mr. Hanington, very good indeed," said the old clerk, e\adently touched by this unusual condescension. Never till to-night had his master's son oflered to walk home from church with liim. The old man's gi'atitude was more than Harrington could stand. He could not take credit for kindly condescension, when he knew himself intent upon his own selfish ends. " I'm afraid I'm not altogether disinterested in seeking your com- pany to-night, Hayfield," he blurted out. " The fact is, I want to ask a favour of you." "You may take it as granted, Mr. Ilarrin.gton," answered the clerk, cheerilj^, "provided the gi-anting of it lies within my power." " Oh, it's not a tremendous affair — in point of fact, it's only a small money matter. I'm exceeding my allowance a httle this quarter, but I intend to pull up next quarter ; and it will be a gi'eat convenience to me in the meantime if you'll lend me ten or fifteen pounds." It was out at last. He had no idea until he uttered the words how mean a creature the utterance of them would make him seem to himseU". There are people who go through life borrowing, and who do it with the easiest grace, seeming to confer rather than to ask a favour. But perhaps even with these gifted ones the first plunge was painful. " Fifteen or twenty, if you like, sir," replied Hayfield. " I've got a few pounds in an old stocking, and any little sum like that is freely at your service. I know yom- father's son won't break his word or The Day luill come. 195 forget that an old servant's savings arc liis onlylmlwark against age and decay." " Jly dear Hayfield, of course I sliall repay you next quarter, without fail." " Thank you, Mr. Harrington, I feel sure you will. And if at the same time I may venture a word, as an old man to a young one, in all friendliness and respect, I would ask you to beware of horses. I heard some one let drop the other evening in the billiard-room at the 'Antelope,' where I occasionally play a fifty, I heard it said, promiscuously, that Sir Henry Baldwin is a better hand at selling a horse than j'ou are at buying one." "That's bosh, Hayfield, and people in a God-forsaken town like Dorchester will always talk bosh — especially in a public billiard- room. The horse is a good horse, and I shall come home upon him when I send him up to Tattcrsall's after the hunting." " I only hope he won't come home upon you, sir. You'd bettor not put a high reserve upon him if you don't want to see him again. I used to be considered a pretty good judge of a horse in my time. I never was an equestrian, but one sees more of a horse from tho pavement than when one is on his back." HaiTington felt that he must bear with this twaddle for the sake of the twenty ])ounds which would enable him to lend Juliet a round fifty, and would thereby enable Juliet to go to Medlow Court and flirt with unknown men, and forget him upon whom her impe- cuniosity was inflicting such humiliation. After all, love is only another name for suffering. ^Ir. Hayfield lived in West- Walk terrace, where he had a neat first floor in a stucco villa, semi-detached, and built at a period when villas strove to be architectural without attaining beauty. The first floor consisted of a front sitting-room, looking out upon the alley of sycamores and the gi'ccn beyond, and a back bedroom, looking over gardens and houses, towards the church-tower in the heart of the town. Provided with a latch-key. Mr. Hayfield admitted his master's son to the inner mysteries of the villa, where a lady with a very reedy voice was singing " Far away," in the front j)arlour, while a family conversation which almost drowned her melody was going on in tho back parlour. Mr. Hayfield's bedroom candlestick and matches were ready for him on a Swiss bracket near his door, and his lamp was ready on a table in his sitting-room, where every object was disposed with a studied precision wliich marked at once tho confirmed bachelor and the model lodger. " The Pilgrim's Progress," " The Christian Year," " Whitaker's Almanack," and " UncloTom's Cabin," were placed with mathematical rcgtilarity upon the walnut loo table, surrounding a centrepiece of wax flowers in an alabaster vase under a glass shade. A smaller table of the nature described 196 The Day zaill come. as Pembroke was placed nearer the fire, and on this appeared Mr. Hayfield's supper-tray, set forth with a plate of cold roast beef, a glass saucer of Oriental pickle, cheese, and accompaniments, flanked by an Imperial pint of Guinness'. A small fire burned brightly in the grate, whose dimensions had been reduced by a careful adjust- ment of fire-bricks. " Sit down, my dear Mr. Harrington, you'll find that chair very comfortable. I'll go and get you the money. IMy casli-box is in the next room. Can I tempt you to join me in a plate of cold ribs ? There's plenty more where that came iVom. ]\Irs. Potter has a fine wing rib every Sunday, from year's end to year's end. I generally take my dinner with her and her family, but I sup alone. A little society goes a long way with a man of my age. I like my Lloyd and my News of the World after supper." He went into his bedroom, which was approached by folding doors, and came back again in two minutes with a couple of crisp notes, the savings of half a year, savings which meant a good deal of self- denial in a man who, in his own words, wished to live like a gentle- man. The old clerk prided himself upon his good broadclotli, clean linen, and respectable lodgings ; and it was felt in the town that so respectable a servant enhanced even the respectability of Dalbrook and Son. Harrington took the bank-notes with many thanks, and insisted upon writing a note of hand — albeit the old clerk reminded him that Sunday was a dies non — at the desk where Hayfield wrote In's letters and did any copying work he cared to do after office hours. He stayed while the old man ate his temperate meal, but would not be persuaded to share it. Indeed, his lips felt hot and dry, and it seemed to him as if he should never want to eat again ; but he gladly accepted a tumbler of the refreshing Guinness' upon the repeated assurance that there was plenty more where that came from. There was a rapid thaw on the following morning, so Harrington rode the black over to the Mount in the twilight after office hours, a liberty which that high-bred animal resented by taking fright at every doubtful object in the long leafless avenue beyond the lioman Amphitheatre. Trifles which would have been light as air to him, jogging home- ward in company after a long day's hunting, assumed awful and ghostly aspects under the combined influences of solitude and want of work. The twilight ride to the Mount was in fact a series of hairbreadth escapes, and it would have needed a stronger stimulant than the Dowager's wishy-washy tea to restore Mr. Dalbrook's ]ihysical balance, if his mental balance had not been so thoroughly unhinged as to make him half unconscious of physical discomfort, TJic Day li'ill come. 197 "You lofik awfully seedy," said Juliet, as she poured out tea from a pot tliat liad been standiiii; nearly half an hour. The Dowager had retired to her own den, where she occupied a pi'cat portion of her life in writing prosy lettere to her relatives and connections of all degrees ; hut as she never sent them anything else, this was her only way of maintaining the glow of family feeling. "The black nearly ])ulled my lingers oil"," replied Harrington. " I never knew him so fresh." " You should have taken it out of him on the downs," answered Juliet, rather contemptuously. " The grass is all right after the thaw. Have you brought me what you so kindly ]iromised? " He took a sealed envelope out of his breast-pocket and handed it to her. "Is this the fifty? How quite too good of you ! " she cried, pocketing it liastily. '' You don't know wdiat a difficulty you liave got me out of; but V\\\ afraid I may have inconvenienced you." Tills was evidently an after-thought. " ' Being your slave, what should I do but tend upon the hours and times of yuur desire V" quoted Harrington, with a sentimental air. " How sweet ! " exclaimed Juliet, really touched by his aflection ; yet she would rather he had told her that fifty pounds was a sum of no consequence, and that so small a loan involved no inconvenience for liim. " I'm afraid his father can hardly be as rich as people tliink," she said to herself, while Harrington relaxed his strained muscles before the fire. " How I wish you were not going to jMedlow ! " he said presently. " So do I ; but I can't possibly get out of it, and then it's a blessed escape to get away from here." "Do you really dislike your home?" asked her lover, wondering at this hitherto unknown characteristic in a young woman. " I loathe it, and so does my sister, though she pretends to he domestic and religious and all that kind of thing. Lady Baldwin is an impossible person, and our housekeei)ing would disgrace the Union. If I had not had tlie enlrie of plenty of good houses, and been in request, I should have been found hanging in one of the attics years ago." This candour gave Harrington an uncomfortably chilly feeling, as if a damp cold wind had blown over him, and then he told himself that it would be his privilege to initiate this dear girl in the tranquil delights of a happy home, which, while modest in its pretcnsion.s, should yet be smart enough to satisfy her superior tastes and aspi- rations. " When do you go? " he asked, preparing to take leave. 19S The Day will come. " To-morrow. Your kindness has made everything easy to me." " Come back as soon as you can, love ; " and then there was some hngering foolishness permissible between engaged lovers, and the beantiful Miss Baldwin's head reposed for two or three minutes upon the articled clerk's shoulder, while he looked into her eyes and told her that they were stars to light him on to fame and fortune. " I hope they'll show you a short cut," she said. _ He left her cheered by the thought that she was very fond of him ; and so she was, but he was not the first, second, third, or fourth young man of whom she had been fond, nor was it a new thing to her to be told that her eyes were guiding stars. CHAPTER XIX. "All tlie creatures Made for Heaven's honours, have their ends, and good ones, All but the cozening crocodiles, false women." Februaky had begun, the frost and snow had disappeared. There were soft breathings of spring in the breezes that blew over the broad gi'assy downs beyond the Roman encampment, and the sportsmen of the neighbourhood were rejoicing in open weather and lengthening daylight ; but Juliet Baldwin was still at Medlow Court, . and the heart of Han-ington Dalbrook was heavy as he set out in the pleasant morning for some distant meet ; and it was heavier as he rode home in the evening, after a day's sport which had shown him only too distinctly that the black horse was not so young as he had been. He hugged himself with the delusion that those indica- tions of advancing years which were but too obvious towards the close of a trying day across a heavy country, would vanish after a week's rest, and that the horse would show no signs of staleness at Tattersall's, Avhere he must inevitably be sold before the end of the month, his owner seeing no other way of meeting the bill that had been given in exchange for a beast whose name should have been, not Mahmud, but White Elephant. Harrington's sole motive for buying a hunter — or, rather, his sole excuse for being trapped into the purchase — was the expectation of being able to ride to hounds in Miss Baldwin's company. She had The Day zuill come. 199 said to liim '' Yon ouglit to hunt," and he had straightway liuiited, just as, if she liad told hiru to balloon, he would have ballooned. And now Juliet Baldwin was following the hounds in another county while ho was in Dorsetshire plodding along dreary roads to inac- cessible meets at places which would seem to have been chosen with a special study of everybody's inconvenience. The whole business was fraught with bitterness. lie had never loved hunting for its own sake — had never possessed the single-mindedness of the genuine sportsman, who cares not for weather or country, or companionship, or hunger or thirst, so long as there is a fox at the beginning of the day and blood at the end. Juliet was out with the hounds three daj's a week. She wrote rapturous accounts of forty minutes here, and an hour there ; and every run which she described was apparently the quickest thing that had ever been known in that country. She let her lover know enpaasant that she had been greatly admired, and that her horse- manship had been tidked about. Ilcr letters were very affectionate, but they testified also to a self-love that amounted to adoration. Her frocks, her horses — pro-\nded, as the young ravens are fed, by a kindly Providence in the shape of casual acquaintance — her breaks at billiards, her waltzing, were all dilated upon with a charming frankness. " It seems rather foolish to -wi-ite all this egotistical twaddle," sho apologized, "but you complain if I send [you a short letter, and there is literally nothing to tell here — at least nothing about any one you know, or that would have the faintest interest for you — so I am obliged to scribble about my frocks and my little social triumphs." This was kindly meant, no doid)t, but it stung him to be reminded that his friends were not her friends, that Belgravia is not further from Islington than her people were from his people. In one of her letters she WTote casually : — " Why don't you put Mahmud into a horse-box and come over for a day with these hounds. It would bo capital fun. There is a dear little nistic inn where you and your horse can put up — and Lady B. woidd ask you to diiuier as a matter of course. I dare say your highly respectable hair will stand on end at some of our ways — but that won't matter. I am sure you would enjoy an evening or two at ^ledlow. Think about it, like a dear boy." Harrington did think about it — indeed, from the first reading of his lady-love's tmceremonious invitation he thought of nothing else. After much puzzling over time-tables, he found that trains — those particular trains which condescend, with an asterisk, to carry horees — could be matched so as to convey the black horse to the immediate vicinity of Medlow Court in something under a day, and tins being so, he telegraphed his intention of putting up at the "Medlow Arms" 200 The Day will come. on the following night, taking pains to add " Shall arrive at five p.m.," so as to secure the promised invitation to dinner. lie had been so chary of spending money since his loan to Juliet that he had still a few pomids in hand, enough as he thought to pay travel- ling expenses and hotel bills. His heart Avas almost light as he packed his hunting-gear and dress suit, albeit March 10 was written in fiery characters across a spectral bill which haunted him wher- ever he went. It was still early in February, he told himself. Some stroke of luck might happen to him. Some rich young fool at Medlow Court might take a fancy to Mahmud and want to buy him. He had heard of men who wanted to buy horses, although it had been his fate to meet only the men who were eager to sell. After no less than three changes of trains he arrived at the Toppleton Road Station — for Medlow and Toppleton — about half- ])ast four, weary, but full of hope. He was to see her again — after three Aveeks' severance. He was going at her own express desire. It was her tact and cleverness that had made the visit easy for him. Had he not Lady Burdenshaw's invitation in his pocket, in a fine open-hearted hand, sprawling over three sides of large note- paper : — " Dear Mr. Dalrrook, " I hear you are coming over for a day or two with our hounds, and I hope you will contrive to dine with us every evening while you are in the neighbourhood. Your father and Sir Phillimore were old friends. Dinner at eight. " Sincerely yours, " Sarah Burdenshaw." Sir Phillimore had been in the family vault nearly fifteen years. The malicious averred that he had sought that dismal shelter as a refuge and a relief from the life which Lady Burdenshaw imposed upon him — open house, big shoots, hunting breakfasts, fancy balls, and private theatricals in the country; and in London perpetual parties or perpetual gadding about. Sir Phillimore's grandflither had come up from Aberdeen, a raw boj' without a penny, and had found out something about the manu- facture of iron which had eventually made him a millionaire. Sir Phillimore's fortune had reconciled the beautiful Sally Tempest to a marriage with a man who was her senior bv a quarter of a century, and the only license she had allowed herself had been her indulgence in boundless extravagance, and a laxity of manner which had some- what shocked society in the sober fifties and sixties, though it left her moral character unimpeached. In the eighties nobody wondered or exclaimed at Lady Burden- The Day luill come, io\ sliaw'fi froedoni of speech and manner, or at the manners she en- couraged in her j:;:nests. In the eighties Sarah Burdenshaw was generally described as "good fun." IIarrin,2;ton found the dear httle rustic inn very picturesque ex- ternally, but small and stully within, and the bedroom into which he was ushered was chioily occupied by a largo old-fashioned, fuur- post bedstead, with chintz hangings that smelt of mildewed lavender — indeed, the pervading odour of the "Medlow Arms" was mildew. He dressed as well as he could nndor considerable disadvantages ; and a rumbling old landau, which had the local odour, conveyed him to ^bMllow Court much quicker than he could have supposed possible froin his casual survey of the horse. It was ten minutes to eight when he entered Lady Burdenshaw's drawing-room. It was a very large room, prettily furnished in a careless style, as if by a jierson whose heart was not set upon furniture. There were ]ilenty of low luxiu'ious chairs, covered with a rather gaudy chintz, and bcfrilled with lace and raushn, and there were flowers in abun- dance ; but of lunnan life the room was empty. Harrington hardly knew whether he was relieved or discomposed at thiding himself alone. He had leisure in which to pace the room two or tliree times, to arrange his tie and inspect his dress suit before one of the long glasses, and then to feel oiVended at Juliet's cold- ness. She knew that he was to be there. She might surely have contrived to be in the drawing-room ten minutes before the dinner hour. Haifa dozen people straggled in, a not too tidy-looking matron in ruby velvet, a sliari)-fcatured girl in black lace, and some men who l(jokcd sporting or military. One of these talked to him. " I think you must be Mr. Dalbrook," he said, after they had dis- cussed the weathrr and the state of the roads. *' You are ipiitu right — but how did you guess ? " " Miss Baldwin told me you were coming, and I dou't think there's any one else expected to-night. Uo you know your hostess ? " '• I am waiting for that privilege." " Ah ! that explains your punctuality. Nobody is ever punctual at ^ledlow. Eight o'clock means half-past, and sometimes a quarter to nine. Lady Burdenshaw has reached her sixtieth year without having arrived at a comprehension of the nature of time, as an inelastic thing which will not stretch to suit feminine convenience. Slie still believes in the elasticitj' of an hour, and rushes ofl' to bcr room to dress when she ought to be sitting down to dinner. Her girl friends follow her example, and seldom leave the billiard-room or the tea-rooni till dear Lady B. leads the way." A whole bevy of ladies entered the room rather noisily at this moment, and among them appeared Juliet, magnificent in a red gown, which set olV the milky whiteness of her shoulders. 202 The Day will come. " Eatber a . asks me ; and slie is always pressing me to extend my visit." '• I don't think dinner can be much of attraction in your mind, Juliet," said Harrington. " Of course not — girls don't care what they eat," replied Juliet, sipping her clear soup, and most fuiiy appreciating the flavour. " But there are so many advantages at Medlow. There is the liuuting, for instance, which is mucli better than any I can get at liome, where I have ])ositively no horse that I can call my own. Here I can always rely upon a good mount." " Has Lady Burdenshaw a large stable ? " "Oh, she keeps a good many horses; but most of hers are only fit for leather. There are men who come here with strings of hunters, and have always a young one that they like me to handle fur them." '•Juliet, you will get your neck broken," cried Harrington, pale with horror, and staring vacantly at the fish that was being ollered to him. "There is no fear of fliat while I ride young horses, (he danger is an old one. My father tauglit me to ride, and as he was one of the best cross-country riders in Dorset I am not likely to make a mistake. You had better try that sole Nonnande ; it is one of the Medlow specialities." "Juliet, I hate the idea of your staying in this house — or in any buuse where there is a crowd of fast men. I hate tlie idea of your riding men's horses — of your being under an obligation to a stranger " " Don't I tell you that the obligation is all the Dllicr way. A young hunter is a more saleable article when lie has carried a lady. ' Will suit a bold horsewoman in a stilV country.' That sort of thing 204 TJic Day will come. is worth a great deal in a catalogue, and the men whose liorses I ride are not strangers." " At the most they are casual acquaintances." ' " Call them that if you like. Why should not one profit by one's acquaintances ? " " There is one of your benefactors looking at you at this moment, and looking as if he objected to my talking to you." " How dare you talk about my benefactors ? Do you suppose I had you invited to Medlow in order that you might insult me ? " This httle dialogue was conducted in subdued tones, but Avith a good deal of acrimony upon either side. Harrington was bursting with jealousy. The house, the m.en, the very atmosphere awakened distrust. He detested those men for their square shoulders and soldierly bearing, for the suggestion of cavalry or household brigade which seemed to him to pervade the masculine portion of the assembly. He had always hated military men. Their chief mission in life seemed to be to make civilians look insignificant. Miss Baldwin ate the next entree in stony silence, and it was not till he had abjectly apologized for his offensive speech that her lover was again taken into favour. She relented at last, however, and favoured him with a good deal of information about the house party which made such a brilliant show at Lady Burdenshaw's luxurious board. The men were for the most part militarj^ — the greater number bachelors, or at any rate unencumbered with wives. Two had been divorced, one was a widower, another was sejiarated in the friend- liest way from a wife who found she could live in better style unfettered by matrimonial supervision. Major Swanwick was one of the two who had profited by Sir James Hannen's jurisdiction. " His wife was Lady Flora Thurles, one of the Tantallans. All the Tantallan girls went wrong, don't you know. It was in the blood." " You and he seem to be great friends," said Harrington, still suspicious. " Oh, we have met very often ; he is quite an old chum of mine. He is a good old thing." Seeing that the good old thing looked as if he were well under forty, Harrington was not altogether reassured, even by this com- fortable tone. He watched his betrothed and the Major all through the long evening in the billiard-room, where j)Ool was again the chief amusement of a very noisy party, of which Juliet and Major Swanwick seemed to him the ringleaders and master-spirits. It was with difficulty that he, the affianced, got speech with his betrothed. The Day will come. 205 Tlicrc were just a few minutes, wliilc tlie old family tankards were boini^ canieil round with nndled claret and other cunnini^ drinks, in which Juliet vouchsafed to give her attention to her lover, lie having in a manner cornered her into a draped recess at the end of the room, where he held her prisoner while he bade her good night. " I shall sec yon at the meet to-mon-ow," he said. " I won't promise to be at the meet, but I shall find you and the hounds in plenty of time. I Imow every inch of this country." " Whose horse are you going to ride to-morrow ? " "A fine upstanding chestnut; I'm sure you'll admire him?" " Yes, yes, but whose ? " "Whose?" echoed Juliet, as if she scarcely understood the word. "Oh," — with a sudden Hash of intelligence, — "you mean wiiose property is ho ? As if that mattered ! lie belongs to Major Swanwick." " tJood night ! " said Harrington ; and he went off to take leave of Lady Burdenshaw. who was sitting in the capacious ingle nook, with a circle of men about her telling her anecdotes in Parisian rrench, and from whom every now and then there burst jjcals of jovial laughter. " At my age one understands everything, and one may hear everything," said her Lady.ship. Harrington went back to the " Medlow Arms " more dejircssed than ho had felt during any period of his courtshii). Instinct had warned him of the dangers that nmst lurk in such a house as Medlow Court for such a girl as Juliet Baldwin ; ])ut neither insthict nor imagination had prepared him for the horrible reality. To see the woman who was to be his wife smoking cigarettes, ])laying shilling pool, and bandying doubtful jokes with men who had obvit)usly the very poorest opinion of tlie opposite sex. was an agony which lio l»ad never thought to sutler; and for the iirst time since his engage- ment he asked himself whether it would not have been better to have trusted his future happiness to the most insipid and colourless of tlie girls with whom he played tennis than to this magniticent .specimen of emanciiiated smartness. Thi; image of Juliet s]iraw]ing over the billiard-talilc, with her eyes on fire and her shoulders half out of her gown as slie took a (iiilicult " life," pursued liim like a bacchanalian nightmare all througli his troubled snatches of sleep. The stony straw mattrass and lumpy feather bed would not iiavo been conducive to slumber under the happiest circumstances, but for a mind disturbed by care they were a bed of torture. He rose at seven, unrefreshed, heavj'-hearted, detesting chanticleer, cloudy skies, and all the olil-fashioned fuss about a liunting morning, and wishing himself in his comfortable room in the good old house in Coruhill, where he had ample space and all things needful to a 2o6 The Day will come. luxurious toilet. Ho got himself dressed somehow. He was in the saddle at nine o'clock, after a breakfast for which he had no ajipetite. It was a long, dreary ride to the little roadside inn at which the hounds met, and Harrington being particularly punctual, had to jog along companionless till the last mile, when Major Swanwick and another man from IMedlow overtook him and regaled him with their talk for the rest of the way. " I think I know that black horse," said the Major, who looked provokingly well in his red coat, chimney pot, and cream-coloured tops, thereby making Harrington ashamed of his neat dark grey coat, Bedford cords, and bowler hat. " Wasn't he in Baldwin's stud nine years ago? " " I bought him of Sir Henry Baldwin." " Thought so. Good hand at selling a horse, Bald^\^n ! However, I suppose there's some work in the black horse yet." " I hope so, for I mean to hunt him to the end of the season," answered Harrington, ignoring that awful necessity of selling before the end of the month. Hope glowed faintly in his breast as he saw the Major's keen eye going over his mount, as if studying the condition of every limb and ever}'' muscle. " Wears well," he said, after this deliberate survej', " but I'm afraid you'll find him like the wonderful one-horse shay. He'll go to pieces all at once. Did Baldwin tell you his age ? " " He said something about rising eight — but I didn't inquire very particularl}-, as I know the horse is a good one." " And it was a good one of Baldwin to talk about rising eight. He would have been within the mark if he had said rising eighteen. I've bought a horse of Sir Henry myself, and," — after a brief pause — " I've sold him one." " And I dare say that made you even," said Harrington, with acidity. He would have liked to call the Major out for his insolence, and almost regretted that he was a Briton, and not a Frenchman and a professed duellist. "Faith, I don't think he had altogether the best of me — for when he rode that hunter of mine he was like the little old woman in the nursery rhyme, of whom it was said that she should have music wherever she went. He had music, and to spare." And so with jovial laughter they rode up to the open space in front of the " Red Cow," where the hounds were .grouped about a duck-pond, while the master chatted with his friends. It was an hour later before Juliet appeared, cropping up suddenly on a windy common, with three other girls and two men, whUe the hounds were drawing the furze. " You see I could make a pretty good guess where to find you," The Day ivill couic. 207 she said to Ilavrington. '' IIow well tlio black looks! You have been savii)!^ Iiiin up, I suppose?" " No, I've hunted as often as I could. I had no othet distraction durincj your absence." " How sweet of you to say that — with all the gaieties of Dorches- ter to allure you ! Hark ! they've found, and we shall be oif in a minute. Yes, there he goes ! " — pointing with her whip to the spot where the fox had fiasjicd across the sliort level sward, vanishing next moment in the withered heather. " Now you'll sec what this horse can do, and you can tell me what you think of him when wo meet at dinner." There was the usual minute or so of flutter and expectation, and then the business-like calm — an almost awful calm — every man KCttling down to his work, intent upon himself, steering carefully for a good place. Harrington was a nervous rider, and if fortune helped him to get a good place ho rarely kept it. To-day he was more than usually nervous, fancying that Juliet's eye was upon him, which it wasn't, and, indeed, could not have been, unless it had been situ- ated in the back of her head, since she was already ever so far in front. In time, however, he, too, contrived to settle do^\Tl, and the black horse took the business into his own hands, and kejtt his rider fairly close to the hounds. For the first twenty miiuites there was a good deal of jumping, but of a mildisli order, and Harrington ielt that lio was distinguisiu'ng himself, hiasrauch as he was able to stick to his horse, though not always to his saddle. They lost their first fox, after a very fair run, and they waited about for nearly two hours before they started a second, which they did eventually in a scrubby copse on the skirts of a great stretch of ploughed land The plough took a great deal out of IMahmud, and after the plough came a series of small fields, with some stiflisli fences, which liad to be taken by any man who wanted to keep with the hounds. Here Juliet was in her glory, for the chestnut on which she was mounted was a fine fencer, and she knew how to handle him, or, perhaps it may be said, how to let him alone. JMahmud had been almost as fine a fencer as the fiery j'oung chestnut, and he was a horse of a great heart, always ready to attempt more than he could do. The livery stable ])oople had told Harrington that if his legs were only as good as his lieart he woidd bo one of the best hunters in the county. And now, with some quavering of spirit on his own part, Harrington trusted that heart would stand instead of logs, and get him and the black over the fences somehow. Just at this crucial point in the run, Juliet was in front of him, and Major Swanwick was pressing 2o8 The Day will conic. him behind. He was near the hoimds, and altogether in a place of honour, could he but keep it, and to keep it he felt was worth a struggle. He got over or through the first fence somehow ; not gloriouslj', but without too nTuch loss of time ; and galloped gaily towards the second, which looked a stitt'ur and more com])licated affair. Juliet's horse went over like a bird, and Juliet sat him like a butterfly, no more discomposed by the shock than if she had been some winged insect that had lighted on his haunches. Mahmud followed close, excited by the horse in front of him, and rose to his work gallantly ; but this time it was timber and not quick-set that had to be cleared, and that stiff rail was just too much for the old hunter's legs. He blundered, hit himself with the sharp edge of the rail, and fell heavily forward, sending his rider flying into the next field, and sinking in a struggling mass into the ditch. Major Swanwick dis- mounted in an instant, scrambled over the hedge, and ran to help Harrington up. "Are you hurt?" " Not much," answered the fallen man, staggering to his feet, hatless, and with a dazed look. " I'm afraid my horse is done for, though, poor old chap." In that moment his only thought was of the beast he had been fond of, which had been to him as a friend, albeit often an unmanageable one. He had no thought just then of the money value of that doubled-up mass Ijdng in the ditch. Mahmud had finished his course. His foreaiTQ was broken, and the most merciful thing was to make a swift end of him with a bullet from a gun which one of the whips fetched from the nearest formhouse. His owner stood by him and waited for the end, while Juliet and the rest of the hunt galloped away out of sight. AVhen the shot had been fired the black horse w\as left to be carted oft" to the kennels, and Harrington turned to walk slowly and sorrowfully to the farmhouse, where he was promised a trap to convey him to the " Medlow Arms." Then and then only did he discover that he had dislocated his shoulder, and was suffering acute agony, and then and tlien onty did he remember the acceptance which he had given for the black horse. Wliere now were the fifty pounds which he had reckoned upon getting for the animal at Tattersall's, trusting to Providence, or old Haj'field, to make up the balance of thirty. He saw himself noAV with that horrible acceptance falling due and no assets. He got back to the rustic inn, with great suffering, and laid him- self down upon the stony-hearted four-poster instead of dressing to go and dine at Medlow. The village surgeon came and attended to liis shoulder, a painful business, though not unskilfully done ; and TJie Day will come. 209 tlicn lie was tuld he imist keep liinisolf as quiet as possible for a few days, and must not think of travelling till the inflatuniation \vas reduced. It was his ri,L,dit shoulder on which he had fallen, and ho was utterly helpless. Tiie handy young man of the " Medlow Arms " had to valet liim and assist him to eat the tough mutton chop ■which was served to him in lieu of all tlie delicacieL; of Medlow Court. A messenger came from that hospitable mansion at ten o'clock with a little note from Juliet. '• Why did you not turn up at dinner-time ? Major Swanwick said you were all right. I waited till I saw you get up, safe and sound. So sorry for poor old i\h\hmud. Come to breakfast to-morrow and tell us all about it. A^'e killed in a quarter of an hour. — Yours, Juliet." Harrington sent his best regards to ]\liss Baldwin and his apolo- gies to I.ady Burdenshaw, and begged to i:iform them that he had dislocated his shoulder, and was unable to write. He had a miscral)le night — sleepless and in pain — haunted by the ghost of ]\Iahmud, whose miseraljle end alliicted him sorely, and troubled by the peqilexities of his iinancial position. Should he tell his father the wliole truth? Alas, it seemed only yesterday that he had told his father the whole truth about his college debts; and though truthfulness is a great virtue, a second burst of candour coming on the heels of the first might be too much for I\Ir. Dalbrook's jjatience. Should he borrow the money from Juanita? No, too humiliating. He had always felt a restraining pride in all his inlercourse with his p-and relations at Chcriton Chase. They were of his own blood ; but tliey were above him in social status, and he was sensitively alive to the dilVcrence in j)ositii)n. Could he apply to his brother? Again the answer was in the negative. He doubted whether Tlieodore possessed eighty guineas in the world. And so he went on revolving the same considerations through his fevered brain all through the long winter night. There were moments of exasperation and semi-delirium, when he thought lie would go over to ^ledlow Court as soon as he was able to move, and appeal to the beneficence of Lady Burdenshaw for the temporary accommodation of a cheque for eighty guineas. And thus the night wore on till the morning sounds of the inn brought the sense of stern reality across his feverish dreams ; and then, amidst the crowing of cocks, and the bumping of i)ails, and tramping of horses in the stable yard, he contrived to fall asleep, after having failed in that endeavour all through the quiet of the night. It was about half-past eleven, and the handy-man had helped him 1' 210 The Day will come. to make a decent toilet and to establish himself upon a sofa that was a little harder than the bed, when a pony-carriage drove up to the door, and the chamber-maid came in with an awe-stricken face to announce Lady Burdenshaw and another lady, and would he please to see them, as they wanted to come upstairs. The room was tidy, and he was dressed as well as a helpless man could be, so he said yes, they might come up, which was almost un- necessary, as they were already on the stairs, and were in the room a minute afterwards. Juliet expressed herself deeply concerned at her lover's mis- fortune, though she did not attempt to conceal from him that she considered his riding in fault. Lady Burdenshaw was more sympa- thetic, and was horrified at the discomfort of his surroimdings. "You cannot possibly endure that cruel-looking sofa till your shoulder is well," she said, " and such a small room, too, poor fellow ; and a horrid low ceiling ; and the house smells damp. I wonder if we could venture to move him to the Court, Ju ? " Ju was of opinion that such a proceeding would be to the last degree dangerous. " The only chance for his shoulder is to keep quiet," she said. Unfortunately, the surgeon had said the same thing, and there could be no doubt about it. " Perhaps you could send him a sofa ? " suggested Juliet. " Of course I could ; and I can send him soups and jellies and things — but that isn't like having him at INIedlow, where he could have a large airy room, and where you and I could take it in turns to amuse him." "Dear Lady Burdenshaw^, you are too good to an almost stranger," murmured Harrington, moved to the verge of tears by her geniality. " Stranger ! fiddlesticks. Don't I know your cousin, Lord Cheri- ton ; and has not your fiither done business for me ? Besides, I like young men, when they're modest and pleasant, as you are. Indeed I sometimes like them when they're impertinent. I like young faces and young voices about me. I like to be amused, and to see people happy. I can't endure the idea of your lying for ever so many days and nights in this dog-kennel, when you came to Medlow to enjoy yourself." " It mustn't be many days and nights. I must get home some- how by the end of the week, if I post all the \va3\" " Oh, you needn't post. When you are able to be moved, my carriage shall take you to the station ; and I'll get the railroad people to take an invalid carriage through to Dorchester for you." "Indeed, you must not be impatient, ITarry," said Juliet. "I shall come to sec you every day, except on the hunting days, The Day zuill come. 2 1 1 and oven tlien I can walk over in the evening, if Lady B. will let me." " Of course I shall let you. All my sympathies are with lovers, and when you are married I shall give ^h: Dalbrook as much of my business as I possibly can venture to take away from those dear old fossils at Salisbury, who have been the family lawyers for the best part of a century."' Juliet had confided her enga,c;cmcnt to Lady B. at the hej^inning of her visit, and she and Ijady 15. had talked over the yonn,:^ man's chances of doing well in the world, and the wisdom or the foolish- ness of such an alliance. Lady 1). had seen a good deal of smart young men and women, and she had discovered that the smart young men were very keen in the furtherance of their own interests, and that the smart young women liad considerable difliculty in get- ting themselves permanent!}'' established in the smart world by smart marriages. Some were beautiful, and many were admired; but they had to wait for eligible suitors, and one false step in the early stages of their career would sometimes blight their chances of success. Juliet had taken many false steps, and had got herself a good deal talked about, and Lady I5urdenshaw felt that her chance of making an advantageous match had been lessening year by year until it had come to be almost nil. " If this young fellow is sensible and good-looking, and has a little money, I really think, Ju, you ought to marry him," concluded Lady B., talking the matter over "with her protegee before she had seen Harrington. She fancied that Juliet had cooled somewhat in her feelings towards her youthful lover within the last week or ten days. It might be. Lady B. thought, that she began to jicrceive that he was too young, that the difierence in their ages, which was not much, and the ditference in their worldly experience, which was enormous, unfitted them to be happy together. " No doubt the young man is n pis oller,^'' reflected Lady Burden- shaw, after Harrington's appearance at jMedlow, "but ho is a very good-looking fellow, and by no means bad — as a ^«s oiler. Of course, he is too j'oung for Juliet, and much too fresh and innocent to miderstand her; but if he knew more he wouldn't be so eager to marry her — so she ought to be satisfied." Lady P>urdenshaw sent a delightful sofli, and a lot of books, flowers, pillows, foot-rests, and other luxuries in one of her own waggons, within an hour of her return to Medlow, and Harrington's comfort was considerably increased by her kindness. Still the thought of that A\Tetchcd acceptance was like a tliorn in every cushion, a scorpion under every [lillow, a wasp in every llower. Nor was he altogether at ease about Juliet. He thought that he had 212 TJie Day will come. detected a constraint in her manner, a shiftiness in her eyes. It had wounded him that she had so promptly opposed his being con- veyed to Medlow. It might be that she was influenced only by con- cern for his safety; yet it would have been natural for his betrothed to wish to have him under the same roof with her, where she might tend and comfort him in his helplessness. Pain and anguish were wringing his brow, and she who should have been his ministering angel was content to limit her ministrations to half an hour of some- what disjointed conversation, and to the polite attention of bringing him the morning papers, when everybody at Medlow had looked at them. Lady Burdenshaw had very kindly taken upon herself to write to Matthew Dalbrook, explaining his son's prolonged absence, and making light of his accident as a matter only involving a few days' rest. The few days had gone on till the fourth day after his fall, and in spite of all that Lady Burdenshaw had done to ameliorate his cap- tivity the hours of the day and the night seemed to grow longer and longer, till he began to think of Silvio Pellico and the Man in the Iron Mask. Juliet's visits were very short, and she was obviously absent-minded and bored even during that scanty half-hour which she gave to her betrothed. "I'm afraid you are hke Colonel Enderby's wife," he said, "and that the sight of sickness or suffering is more than you can bear." " Who was Colonel Enderby's wife ? " " Don't you know ? She is the heroine of a very clever novel — an original, strange, and, I fear, not unnatiu-al character." " Don't remember her," answered Juliet, carelessly. " I don't read many Enghsh novels. They are too slow for me." On the hunting day he missed even that brief ^asit, and was expectant of her coming all the evening, as she had promised to make up for the day's absence. But the night was wet, and she told him next day that she did not like to take out Lady Burden- shaw's horse and man in such weather. •' The stable people would have resented it, and I am obliged to stand well with the stable," she said. He thought she had a troubled look that day. It seemed to him that it cost her an effort to keep her attention upon any subject, and she lapsed into silence every now and then, looking dreamily out of the window to the thatched roofs and ploughed lields in the distance. " I'm afraid you have something on j^our mind," he said. " What nonsense ! What put such an idea into your liead ? " " You are so thoughtful, and so much more silent than usual." " There is so little to talk about in a sick room. If I were to tell you about our doings at Medlow I should only bore you." The Day will come. 213 " Not at all. I should 1)0 very pleased to hear how you amuso yourself. Is IMajor Swainvick still there ? " "Yes; he is still there." He saw that her cheeks crimsoned as she answered his qnes- lion, and he wondered whether she really had any penchant for the !Major, or whether she suspected his jealous apprehensions upon that subject. She got up to go before he could question her further. "I shall be late for luncheon," she said, "and Lady B. hates any • fus to be absent! " " I thought there was no such thing as punctuality at Medlow." " Oh, we are pretty punctual at luncheon. It's the hungry hour, and we are all ravenous. Good-bye." " Au revoir. You will come to-morrow, love ; and come earlier, I hope." " Pas possible. I shall be out with the hounds." " Another blank day for nic. But don't disappoint me in the evening, whatever the weather may be." She was gone, leaving him doubtful of her fidelity, though far from suspecting the extent of her flilschood. He endured the long, dull day as best he might, and iniiirovcd his mind by skimming all tiic books which Lady Bunlonsliaw had sent him, which were really the cream of IMudie's last su]iply — travels, memoirs, gossip, magazines — books chosen with a view to the masculine mind, which was supposed to be indillerent to fiction. ]']vening came at last. Ilis lamp was lighted, his tire swept and garnisJK'd. Tiio hunting party would bo jogging homeward in the wintry darkness, he thought. There were three hours to wait before half-past nine, which was the earliest time at which he could expect his beloved. It was a little after the half-hour, when his heart began to beat faster at the sound of carriage wheels. This time she was not going to disappoint him. lie listened for her step upon the stair — the tirm, quick tread he knew so well ; but it was another step which he heard, a slower and heavier tread, with much rustling of silken draperies. It must be Lady Burdenshaw come to chaperon her. It was Lady Burdenshaw, but alone. She came in and drew near his sofa with a serious countenance. " Great God ! " ho cried, starting up from his reclining position ; "is anything the matter? An accident in the hunting iield ! Is she hurt?" " No, my poor fellow. SJie's not hurt. It would take a groat deal to hurt her. She's too hard. But she has done her best to hurt you." " What do you mean ? " " She has gone olY with that audacious scamp." 214 ^-^^ ^^y ^^'^^ come. "Major Swainvick?" " Yes. Did you suspect an3'thing ? " " I thought there was an understanding between them." " They went off together early this morning ; walked five miles to the station, leaving their luggage to be looked after by the Major's servant, who had received his instructions and who got everything packed and off by the one o'clock train for London. I got this telegram late in the afternoon from Salisbury." She handed him a telegram, which he read slowly, word by word, and then he slowly folded it and restored it to his visitor, in heart- stricken silence. The telegram was in these words : — " To Lady Burdenshaw, IMedlow Court, — " Major Swanwick and I were married at two o'clock, before the Eegistrar. We start for Monte Carlo to-night. Please break it to Harrington, and forgive me for going away without telUng you. We thouglat it better to avoid fuss. "Yours lovingly, "JUUET SwAN'mCK." " God help this infatuated girl," said Lady Burdenshaw. " She has married a scoundrel Avho is up to his eyebrows in debt. He behaved brutally to his first wife, and he is not very likely to treat this one any better. I'm very sorry I ever had them in my house together. He was an old flame, and he had lost her more than one good match by his equivocal attentions. As for you, my dear young fellow, I congratulate you upon a very luckj'^ escape." Harrington put his hand before his eyes to hide the tears of mortification and wounded love. Yet, even while the sense of disappointment was keenest, he had a feeling that Lady Burdenshaw was right, and that he had escaped a lifelong martyrdom. How could he, with liis limited means, have ever satisfied a woman who lived only for pleasure and excitement, dress and dissipation ? Juliet had been very frank with him dining their brief courtship, and he had seen enough of her character to know that this splendid creature was not of the stuff that makes a good wife for a professional man with his struggles all before him. He was sorry, he was angiy, he was wounded to the quick ; but in the midst of it all he felt that there was a burden lifted off his mind and off his life — that he could breathe more freelj', that he was no longer overweighted in the race. Lady Burdenshaw stopped vrith him for an hour, and told him a good many small facts to his charmer's discredit, although he begged her more than once to desist. It was her only idea of comforting him, and it may be that her efforts were not misdirected. The Day ivill come. 215 Tic was .surinLsod on the following aftenionn by a visit from his father, who was not satisfied with Lady Burdcnshaw's report of his condition. Touched by this evidence of paternal aflcction, the young man took heart of gi-ace and made a fidl confession — first of his engagement, and next of his pecuniary obligations — the acceptance BO soon to fall due, the twenty pounds borrowed from Ilayfield. " I can pay that very easily out of my allowance," he said ; " I only tell you about it to show what a mean hound I was becoming," " You were very hard driven, my poor boy. You had been unlucky enougli to fall in love with an unprincipled woman. You may thank Providence for having escaped a life of misery. Such an alliance as that would have wrecked your future. I would rather you man-ied a housemaid with a good character than such a woman as Juliet Baldwin. However, there are plenty of nice girls in your own sphere, thank God, and plenty of pretty girls with unblemished character and antecedents." Harrington went back to Dorchester with his father next da)', and the acceptance was promptly honoured when it was presented at tlio house in Cornhill. Sir Henry had discounted it at the local bank almost immediately after it passed into his possession, and the bank had regarded the document as good value for tlieir money, ^Matthew Dalbrook being very unlikely to allow his son's signature to bo dishonoured. 2i6 The Day will come. CHAPTER XX. " All the spring-time of his lore Is already gone and past." Theodore went Lack to wintry London before the year was a week/ old. He settled himself by liis lonely fireside, in the silence of his old-fashioned rooms. All he had of the beauty of this world was a glimpse of the river athwart tlie heavy grey mists of a London morning, or the lamps on the Embankment shining like a string of jewels in the evening dusk. There were days of sullen, hopeless fog, when even these things were hidden from him, and when it was hard work to keep that stealthy, penetrating greyness and damp cold out of his rooms. He had brought a fox-terrier from Dorchester on his retin-n from his holiday, an old fovourite that had seen the best days of her youth, and was better able to put up with a sedentary life, varied only by an occasional run, than a younger animal would have been. This faithful friend, an animated little beast even at this mature stage of her existence, lightened the burden of his loneliness, were it only by leaping on to his knees twenty times in five minutes, and only desisting therefrom upon most serious remonstrance. It was pleasant to him to have something that loved him, even this irrepressible IMiss Nipper, with her sidelong grin of afiectionate greeting, and her unconquerable suspicion of rats behind the wainscot. He felt less like Dr. Faustus on that famous Easter morning, when the emptiness of life and learning came home to the lonely student with such desolating intensity, when even a devil was welcome who could offer escape from that dull burden of existence. He had come back from his brief holiday dejected and disheartened. It seemed to him that she who was his lode-star was more remote from him than she had ever been — more and more remote — vanish- ing into a distant world wliere it was vain for him to follow. He had failed in the task that she had imposed upon him. He was no nearer the sohition of that dark mystery which troubled her life than he had been when he first promised to help her. How poor and im- potent a creature he must appear in her eyes. His only discoveries had been negative. All that his keen, trained intellect, sharpened by seven years of legal experience, liad been able to do was to prove the unsoundness of her own theory. lie had started no theory upon TIic Day will come. 2 i 7 his jiart. No flasli of ponins had illumined the obscurity wliieli burroundod Godfrey Cannichacrs death. He went on with his plodding' wmk, resolutely bent upon doin;; tlio utmost that patient labour can do to insure success. Even if it were all vain and futile — that hojie of winning favour in her eyes — the mere possibility of standing better with her, of showing her that he was of the stulV which goes to the making of distinguished men — even this was worth working for. " She may liave great offers by-and-by," lie told himself, recalling what Lord Chcriton liad said about his daughter's chances. " With her beauty and her expectations, to say nothing of her present means, she is sure of distinguished admirers; but at the worst she cannot look down upon a man who is on the road to success in her father's profession." This ever-present consideration, joined to his love of his calling, sweetened all that was dry and dull in the initial stages of a ])arrister's career. While other men of his age were spending their evenings at the Gaiety Theatre, seeing the same l)urles(pio and laughing at the same jokes night after niglit, as ap])etito grew with what it fed on, Tiieodore was content to sit in chambers and road law. It was not that he was wanting in appreciation of the drama. There was no man in London better able to enjoy the dignity of Hamlet at the Lyceum, or the rollicking fun of the Gaiety Bluelioard. He was no pedantic piece of cla}-, proud of the dulness that calls itself virtue. He was only an earnest worker, bent upon a given result, and aide to put aside every hindrance upon the road that he was travelling. '• They that run in a race nm all, but one obtaineth the prize," he said to himself, recalling a sentence in an epistle tliat he had learned years ago at his mother's knee, words that always brought back tiio cold brightness of early spring, and a jieriod of extra church services, long sermons in the lamp-lit church, and the voices of strange preachers, a time of daflbdils and fish dinners, and much talk of High and Low (Jhurch. He had never faltered in his religions con- victions; yet in the days of his youth that Lenten season in a country town, th.at recurrent sound of church bells in the chilly March twilight, had weighed heavy upon his sotd. Almost the only recreation which he allowed himself in this winter season was an occasional attemlaiice at ^liss Newton's tea-parties. He had secured acceptance for himself at these entertainmcMts on the strength of his reading, and he was now established as a Sliakespearian reader; IMiss Newton having taken it into her head that Shakespeare is of all great poets the easiest imdcrstood by tiie people, and having ordered him to read Shakespeare until she sliould tell him to desist. " I know what they like and what they dislike," she said. " They'll 2i8 The Day ivill come. not conceal their feelings from me when wc talk you over after you've gone. As soon as ever I find them getting tired I'll let you know." He began with Macbeth, a story which caught them at the very first page. The witches took their breath away ; and when he came to the murder scene they were all sitting round him with their hair seemingly on end. He closed his first reading with that awful knocking at the gate ; that one supreme stage effect Avhich has never yet been paralleled by mortal dramatist. There were some of the girls who tumbled off their chairs and grovelled on the floor in their excitement. There were others who wanted to know the fate of IMacbeth and his wife on the instant. ''I do hope they were both hung, like the Mannings," said a meek widow. " Oh, but lie wasn't so much to blame, Mrs. Kirby. That wicked woman drove him to it." " So did Mrs. Manning," argued a Bormondsey lady, " but they hung Manning all the same when they caught him. I was a child when it happened, but I remember hearing about them. He was took in Jersey, and she wore a black satin gownd." "Oh, don't talk about your Mannings, Mrs. Hodge," cried one of the girls, indignantly. " They were low, vulgar people. These were a King and Queen in a palace. It's all different. It lifts one up out of one's own life only to hear about them. You may read about murders in the newspapers till your eyes begin to swim, but you won't feel like tliat. I don't know when I've felt so sorry for any- body as I feel for King Macbeth." Marian sat silent, and refrained from all part in the chorus of criticism, but she moved to the piano presently and began to play a Scotch air — a grand old march — slow, solemn music that was almost too much for the nerves of the more excitable among Miss Newton's ]iarty. She glided from one melody to another, and she played those wild Scottish airs with such thrilling power that they seemed to sustain and intensify the uncanny effect of the tragic reading. Theodore went over to the piano and stood beside her as she played. " I knew you were a musician," he said, " though I never heard you touch the keys till to-night." " How did you know ? " "My cousin Juanita told mc. She remembered your playing in her mother's room when she was a child." The woman called Marian lifted her eyes to him with a look of patient reproach, as if she said, " You are cruel to hit any one so helpless as I am," and then, playing all the time, she answered Coldl3% — "I do not know what you are talking about." The Day zi'ill come. 219 " Don't you ! Oh, but indeed I tliink you do, on my soul I pity him. I can imagine nothing in Ireland worse than the murder of Sir Godfrey Carmichael — a man seated peacefully in his own drawing-room ; and a high- principled, amiahie young man, you tell me, who never was known to wrong his fellow-man." Theodore Dall)rook did not spend his Easter holidays in Dorset- shire. He had hoard from his sisters that Juanita was staying at Swanage with Lady Jane Carmichael. He was unwilling to intrude upon her there, and he had nothing to communicate upon the sub- ject which was at present his only claim upon her interest. Under these circumstances he was easily persuaded to spend his vacation in a ten days' trip to Holland with Cuthbert Rarafiay, who was keenly interested in the result of some experiments wliich had lately been made at Leyden ; and thus it happened that Theodore let some time go by without seeing any member of his family except his father, who came to London occasionally upon business, and whom his son was delighted to entertain and make much of in his chambers or at his club, the serviceable Constitutional. Towards the end of April he read an announcement in the papers which had touched him almost to tears. " On the 23rd inst., at Mill)rook Priory, the widow of Sir Godfrey Carmichael, of a j)osthumous son." He was thankful for her sake that this new interest had been given to her days — that a new and fair horizon was open to her in this j'oung life, with all its possibilities of love and gladness. It might be that the coming of this child would change the current of her thoughts, that the stern desire for retribution would grow less keen, that the agonizing sense of loss would be softened almost to forgetfulncss. He remembered those lovely lines of the poet philosopher's — "A child, more than all other pifts, Brings hope with it, and forward-looking thoughts." This child came, he hoped, freighted with healing and comfort, 2 26 The Day ivill come. came like the glad spring-time itself, like Adonis or Persephone, \vith liis arms full of flowers. He wrote to his cousin, in tenderest congratulation, a letter breathing a generous affection, without one selfish thought lurking between the lines. Her answer came after nearly a month's delay, bnt, although tardy, it was most delightful to him. Juanita asked him to be godfather to her boy; and he could easily imagine that this was the highest honom- she could offer him. " In London half the young men I used to meet took a pride in avowing their unbelief," she wrote, " but I know that you are not ashamed to acknowledge your faith in Christ and His Church. I shall feel secure that what you promise for my child will be ful- filled, so far as it is in your power to bring about its fulfilment. I know that if you stand beside the font and take those vows in His name you will not remember that ceremony as an empty form, a mere concession to usage and respectability. Those promises wll appeal to you for my fatherless cliild in the days to come. They will make you his friend and protector." He accepted the trust with greater gladness than he had felt about anj^hing that had happened to him for a long time ; and on a balmy morning in the last week of May he fovmd himself standing by the font of the old Saxon chiu-ch at Milbrook where he had heard the solemn words of the Burial Service read above Sir Godfrey Carmichael's coffin less than a year before. He took upon himself the custody of the infant's conscience in all good faith, and he felt that this trust which his cousin had given to him made a new link between them. The Grenvilles had come dowii from town to be present at the ceremony, though neither husband nor wife was officially concerned in it. Mrs. Grenville had seized the opportunity to bring Johnnie and Godolphin to Dorsetshire for change of air. She had an idea that the Purbeck air had a particularly revivifying effect upon them — like imto no other air. " I suppose that is because it is vsxy native air," she explained. Mr. Grenville submitted to his nephew's existence as a mysterious dispensation of Providence, which it became him to endure with gentleman-like fortitude, but he did not cease to regard a post- humous infant as a solecism in nature and society. " Yom- sister-in-law actually seems pleased with her baby," he told his wife, gi'umblingly, as he put on a frock coat in honour of the approaching ceremony; ''but it appears to me that a woman of I'efined feeling would be impi'essed with a sense of incongruity — of indelicacy even — in the idea of a child born such ages after the father's death — a sort of no-man's-baby. And upon my word it is uncommonly hard upon Thomas. With such a family The Day zuill come. 227 as ours — five and the possibilities of tlic future — it would havt.; been a grand thin;^ to have one well provided for. As things stand now they must all be paupers." Lord Cheriton was Theodore's fellow-sponsor, and Lady Jane was godmother, an office which filled the dear soul with rajiturc. She held her grandchild throughout the service, except when she delivered him gingerly to the priest, who, at one stage of the ceremony, carried the new-made Christian halfway up the aisle, and, as it were, tlaunted him in the face of the scanty congi'Cgation. Juanita stood like a statue while these rites were being celebrated, and in her i)ale set fivce there was none of the tender interest which a mother might be expected to show upon such an occasion. There was a deep pathos in that marble face and those black garments in an hoiu- which has generally something of a festal aspect. Strangers thought her cold, a proud, hard young woman, thinking more of her own importance, perhaps, than of her baby ; yet could they have read beneath the surfaci; they would have pitied the girl-widow in her desolation on this day which should have been blessed to her. She could but think of him who was not there ; of the father who had been fated never to look upon his son's face ; of the son who was to grow from infancy to manhood without the knowledge of a father's love. Theodore watched that jtale and lovely face, full of sympathy, but not without wonder. How would tliis new tie atVcct her? Would it soften all thatwas hard and vindictive in her mind — would it be strong enough to bring about resignation to the will of Heaven — a patient waiting upon Providence, nistead of that feverish eager- ness to exact a life for a life ? They two were alone together for only a few minutes after luncheon, strolling along the broad gravel walk in front of the dining-room windows, in the afternoon sunshine, while Lord Cheriton and Mr. Grenvillo lingered over cofice and cigars, and Lady Jane and her daughter made a domestic group with children and nurses under a gigantic Japanese umbrella. Short as that tLtc-a-lHc was it convinced Theodore that the child had not brought oblivion of the father's fate. "You have heard nothing more — made no new discovery, I suppose? " Juanita said, ncrvouslj*. "Nothing. Indeed, Juanita, I fear I have no talent as tin amateur di;tectivo. I am not likely to succeed where Mr. Churton failed. It was easy enough for me to complete the record of tiio Strangways — to set your suspicions at rest with regard to Ihem. That was plain sailing. But it seems to mo I shall never go any further." '' I'm afraid you will not," she said, wearily ; "and yet I had such 2 28 The Day zinll come. hope in your cleverness — your determination to help me. As a lawyer you would know how to set about it. The London defective has many cases — his mind travels from one to another. He has no leisui'e to think deeply aliout anything — but you who have had so much leisure of late — you would, I know, be glad to help me." " Glad ! Good God, Juanita, you must know that I would cut off my hand to give you ease or comfort — respite even from a passing trouble. And if you are really set upon this thing — if your peace is really dependent upon the discovery of your husband's murderer " " It is, it is, Theodore. I cannot know rest or comfort while his death remains unpimished. I cannot lie down in peace at night while I know that the wretch who killed him is walking about, rejoicing in his wickedness, glad to have destroyed that blameless life, laughing at our feeble love which can let our dead go unavenged." " If cudgelling these poor brains of mine could bring me anj^ nearer to the truth, Juanita," Theodore said, with a troubled sigh, " I should have helped you better ; but so far I can see no ray of light in the thick darkness. I do not think any efforts of ours will solve the myster3\ Only some accident, some inconceivable imprudence on the part of the murderer can put us on his track." And then he thought with horror of Eamsay's idea that a hatred so malignant as that which had killed Godfrey Carmichael might reveal itself in some new crime. He thought of the young mother bending over her infant's cradle in some unguarded room — calm in the fancied safety of her English home. He thought of her wandering alone in park or wood, while that rabid hatred lurked in the shadow, waiting and watching for the moment of attack. The horror of the idea chilled him to the heart, but he was careful not to hint at that horror to Juanita. He seized the first opportunity of being alone with Lady Jane, and imparted his fears, founded upon that suggestion of Cuthliert Ramsay's to her. The kind creature was quick to take alarm, and promised to see that .Juanita was guarded at all hours by all precautions that could be taken without alarming her. " She is surrounded with old and faithful servants," said Lady Jane ; " a hint to them will put them on their guai'd ; but if you thought it wiser I would take her away from this place — take her away from England, if necessary. It is horrible to think of living at the mercy of an imknown foe." '• My friend's notion may be groundless. The crime of last year may have been an isolated act — the inspiration of madness. In our eflbrts to account for the unaccountable we may invent theories The Day will come. 229 which torture us, and whicli may j'ot have no ground in fact. Only it is as well to think of possibilities, however hideous," Ue spent one night at the Priory, and before departure next morning presented his offering of a fine George the Second mug to his godson, Godfrey James Dalbrook — who in his present stage of existence seemed to his godfiather a scarcely distinguishable morsel of humanity smutlicred in oviraiuch cambric and Valenciennes. " I'm afraiil if I were to meet my godson in the arms of a strange nurse I shouM not know him," he said, deprccatingly, after he had kissed the rosebud mouth, " but, please God, the time will come when he and I will lie firm friends. As soon as he is old enough to decline inensa I shall feel that we can converse upon a common footing, and when he goes to Eton I shall renew my youth every time I run down to waste an hour in tlie jilaying fields watching him at cricket, or to drive him to the ' Wliite Hart.' " Although he put on an air of cheerfulness in his leave-taking, ho left the Priory with a sense of deepest anxiety; and it was almost a relief to hiua when he received a letter from Lady Jane a week afterwards. '• I could not get over the uneasy feeling which your suggestion awakened." she wrote, "so I am going to carry oft" mother and child to Switzerland the day after to-morrow. Interlakeii and Grindel- wald arc delightful at this season. AVc shall return to Dorsetshiro as soon as the tourists begin to invade our retreat, and I trust in God that some discovery may be made in the meantime, so that all our minds may be more at ease." 230 Xhe Day zaill come. CHAPTER XXI. " Tallin liath taught me thus to ruminate, That time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death, which cannot choose Eut weep to have that which it fears to lose." That ghastly idea mooted by Cuthbert Ramsay — the idea of an unsatisfied hatred still hovering like a bird of prey over the heads of Juanita and her child, ready to make its deadly swoop in the hour that should see her most helpless and unprotected — gave a new impetus to Theodore's mind, and he applied himself again to the apparently hopeless endeavour to find the motive of the murder and the person of the murderer. As an initial step he invited Mr. Churton to dine with him at his chambers, entertained that gentleman with a well-chosen little dinner sent in from a famous tavern m the Strand, and a bottle of unexceptionable port after dinner ; and by this innocent means got the detective into an expansive frame of mind, and induced him to discuss the Cheriton murder in all its bearings. The result of the long evening's talk differed in hardly any point from the opinion which Mr. Churton had formulated at Cheriton. The motive of the murder must be looked for in some past ^\^•ong, or fancied wrong, inflicted upon the murderer. And again Mr. Churton returned to his point that there was a woman at the bottom of it. "Do you mean that a woman fired the shot? " " Decidedly not. I mean that a woman was the motive power. Women are not given to avenging their wrongs with their own hands. They will instigate the men who love them to desperate crimes — unconsciously perhaps — for they are the first to howl when the crime has been committed, and the lover's neck is in danger. But jealousy is the most powerful factor of all, and I take it jealousy was at the bottom of the Cheriton crime. I take it that some intrigue of Sir Godfrey's youth was at the root of the matter." " Strange as you may consider such a belief, Mr. Churton, I am inclined to think that Sir Godfrey's youth ^vas innocent of intrigues — that he never loved any woman exceiit my cousin, whom he adored from the time he was eighteen, when she was a lovely child The Day will come. 231 of eleven. It was a very romantic attachment, and the kiiul of attacliment which keeps a man clear of low associations." " You and Lord Clieriton tell rao the same story, sir," said the detective, with a touch of impatience ; '' but if this immaculato young man never injiu'cd anybody, how do you account for that bullet?" " It is imaccountable, except upon a far-fetched hypothesis." " What may that be ? " "That the act of vengeance — though striking Godfrey Car- michael — was aimed at Lord Cheriton ; that the blow was meant to ruin his daughter's life, and by ricochet strike him to the heart. I think we have spoken of this possibility before to-night." After that evening with Churton, Theodore made up his mind that there was no assistance to be looked for from this quarter. The detective had exhausted his means of investigation, and had nothing further to suggest. lie was too practical a man to waste lime or thought upon speculative theories. Theodore saw, there- fore, that if he were to pursue the subject further he must think and work for himself. After considering the question from every possible point of view, he became the more established in the idea that Godfrey Carmichael had been the scapegoat of another man's sin, the vicarious victim whose death was to strike at a guilty life. Of his youth it was easy to know all that there was to be known. He had lived in the sight of his fellow-men, a young man of too much social importance to bo able to hide any youthful indiscretions or wrong-doing. But what of that other and so much longer life? What of the early struggles of the self-made man ? What of the history of James Dalbrook in those long years of bachelor life in London, when he was slowly working his way to the front ? IMight not there have been some hidden sin in that life, some sin dark enough to awaken a sleepless vengeance, a malignity which slioidd descend upon him in the day of peace and prosperity like a thunderbolt from a clear and quiet sky? A man who mames at forty years of ago has generally some kind of history before his marriage; and it was in that history Theodore told himself he must look for the secret of Godfrey Carmichacl's death. He was loyal to his kinsman and his friend; he was inspired by no prurient curiosity, no envious inclination to belittle the great man; ho was prompted solely by his desire to imearth the hidden foe, and to provide for the safety of Juanita's future life. Meditating upon his past intercourse with Lord Cheriton, and upon every iamiliar conversation which be was able to recall, he was surprised to find how very little his kinsman liad ever related of his London life, before the time wlien he took silk and married a 232 The Day luill come. rich wife. His allusions to that earlier period had been of the briefest. He had shown none of that egotistical pleasure which most successful men feel in talking of their struggles, and the rosy dawn of fame, those first triumphs, small perhaps in themselves, but the after-taste of which is sweeter in the mouth than the larger victories of the flood-tide. He had never talked of any aftairs of the heart, any of those hghter flirtations and unfinished romances which elderly men love to recall. His history, so far as it could be judged by his conversation, had been a blank. Either the man must have been a legal machine, a passionless piece of human clay, caring for nothing but professional achieve- ment, in those eighteen years of manhood between his call to the Bar and his marriage, or he had lived a life which he could not altbrd to talk about. He was either of a duller clay than his feUow- raen, or he had a hidden history. Now, as it was hardly possible that James Dalbrook, judged from either a psychological or a physiological standpoint, could have been dull and cold, and plodding, and passionless, at any period of his career, there remained the inference that he had a secret history. Living under the very roof that had sheltered his coTisin in the greater part of his professional career, Theodore Dalbrook arrived at this conclusion. What Icind of a life had he lived, that young barrister, briefless and friendless at the outset, whose name was eventually to become a power, a weight bringing down the judicial scale on the side of victory, just as Archer's riding was supposed to secure the winning of a race. How had he lived in those early years, when the fight was all before him ? What friends had he made for himself, and what enemies? What love, or what hate, had agitated his existence ? The investigator could only approach the question in the most commonplace manner. It was nearly a quarter of a century since James Dalbrook had been a tenant of that gi"Ound-floor set, above which Theodore was pacing up and down in the summer dusk. He had to find some one who remembered him at that time. It would not be his present laundress, a buxom matron of about five and thirty, who had never been known to any present inhabit- ant of Ferret Court without the encumbrance of a baby in arms, or a baby at the breast. As fast as one baby was disposed of, there was another coming forward to take its place. She always brought her baby with her, and left it about in obscure corners, like an umbrella. It was always of the order of infant designated good ; that is to say, it was not a squalling baby. There were some of Mrs. Armstrong's chents who suspected her of keeping it in a semi- The Day zvill come. 233 narcotized comlition in the interests of lior jtrofossion ; but when tin's practice was liintcd at tlie matron referred to the necessities of tcetiiing, and lioped she did not require to be reminded of her duty as a mother. Tin's good person bronglit in tlie lighted lamp wiiile Theodore was pacing up and down the narrow limits of his sitting-room. She l)laced the lamp on the table, looked inquiringly at her employer, and then retired, only to return with the tea-tray, which she ai'rangcd lingeringly. She was a talkative person, with an active intellect, and it irked her to leave the room without any scrap of convcrsiition, were it only an inquiry about the postman, or a casual remark ujton the weather. Nothing being forthcoming from Mr. Dalbrook, slic withdrew to the door, but jjausod upon the thresjiold and dropped a curtsey. " I'm afraid we're going to have a storm to-night, sir," she said. The fear was a thing of the moment, inspired by her desire to talk. '' Do you tiiink so. Sirs. Armstrong? " "I do, indeed, sir. It coukhrt be that 'cavy if there wasn't thunder in the air." '' Pcrliaps not," replied Theodore, indifferently. " Ah ! by the way, how long have yon looked after tliese chambers? " '• From tin-ee Mears before I was married, sir." "Is that long?" ** Lor', j-es, sir; I should think it was! Wliy, my Joseph was thirteen on his last birthday ! " " Let me see ; that would mean about seventeen years, wouldn't it ? " " Yes, sir." •'And I suppose you knew nothing about the chambers before that time." " I won't say that, sir. I've known them more or less ever since I could run alone. Mother looked after them liefore mo. It was only when the rheumatics took sucli firm hold of her" — this was 3aid as if Theodore were tiioroughly posteil in the case — " that TMother gave uj). She liad done for tiie gentlemen in this house for over twenty years; though when she married father she never tliought to liavo to do such work as this, ho being a master car- penter and cal)inet-maker with a nice business — and she'd been brought up dilleront, and had more education than any of us ever had." " Then your mother must have known tin's house when Mr. I)all>rook had the ground iloor— the Mr. Dalbrook who is now Lord Cheriton," said Theodore, cutting short this biographical piatter, 234 ^-^^^ ^^y ^^'^^ come. " I should tliiiik she did, sir. Many's the time I've heard her talk of him. He was just like you, sir, in his ways, as far as I can gather — very quiet and very studious. She waited upon him for nearly twelve years, so she ought to be a judge of his character." " I should like to have a chat with your mother some of these days, Mrs. Armstrong." "Would you, sir? I'm sure she'd be delighted. She loves talking over old times. She's none of your Radicals, that are all for changing things, like my husband. She looks up to her superiors, and she feels quite proud of having done for Lord Cheriton when he was just like any other young gentleman in Ferret Court. Any time you'd like to step round to our place, sir, mother would be happy to see you. She'd be glad to wait upon you, but she's crippled with the rheumatics, and it's as much as she can do to get upstairs of a night and downstairs of a morning." "I'll call npon her to-morrow afternoon, if that will be con- venient." "No fear of that, sir. Shall I look roimd at four o'clock and show you where she lives, sir? It's not above five minutes' walk." " If you please. I shall be very much obliged." Gadbolt's Lane was one of the obscm-est alleys between the Temple and St. Bride's Church, but it was as well known in the locality as if it had been Eegent Street. Thither Mrs. Armstrong conducted her employer on a sultry Jime afternoon, and admitted him with her own private key into one of the narrowest houses he had ever seen — a house of three stories, with one window in each story, and. with a tiny street door squeezed in between the parlour window and the next house — a house which, if it had stood alone, would have been a tower. Upon the nan'ow street door appeared a wide brass plate inscribed with the name of " J. W. Armstrong, plumber," and in the parlour window Avcre exhibited various indications of the plumbing trade. On a smaller brass plate just below the knocker appeared the modest legend, " Miss Mobley, ladies' own materials made up." The little parlour behind the plumber's emblems was very close and stuffy upon this midsummer afternoon, for Mrs. Dugget's com- plaint necessitated a fire in season and out of season ; but it was also spotlessly clean, and preparations had evidently been made for an afternoon tea of an especially delicate character. There was a rack of such thin, dry toast as Mrs. Armstrong's employer affected, and there was a choice pat of Aylesbury butter, set forth upon the whitest of table-cloths, and flanked by a glass jar of jam, the glass receptacle being of that ornate character which dazzles the pur- chaser into comparative indifierence as to the quality of the jam ; The Day loill come. 235 jnst as admiriiip; man, caught by outward beauty, is apt to kIiuL his eyes to the lack of more lasting charms iu the way of temper and character. *' Mother thought perhaps you'd honour her by taking a cup of tea this warm afternoon, sir," said Mrs. Armstrong, when Theodore had seated himself opposite the invalid, "and then you can have your little talk over old times while I look after Armstrong's sni>per. He'll eat any bit I choose to give him for his dinner, and there's days ho don't get no dinner at all, but he always looks for some- thing tasty for supper, don't he, mother ? " Mrs. Duggct acknowledged this trait in her son-in-law's character, and Theodore having graciously accepted her liospitality, ]\Irs. Armstrong poured out the tea, and waited upon the distinguished guest, ami, having done this, withdrew to her domestic duties. She was visible in front of the window five minutes afterwards, setting out Avith a basket over her arm, e^adently in quest of the "something tasty " that was needful to her husband's well-being. "Your daughter tells me that you remember my cousin, Lord Cheriton, Avhen he was Mr. Dalbrook," said Tlieodore, when he and the old woman were alone together, except for the presence of a very (;imiliar black cat, which pushed its chilly nose into Theodore's hand, and rubbed its sleek fur against Theodore's legs, with an air of slavish adulation. " It isn't everybody that Tom takes to," said Mrs. Dugget, touched by her favourite's conduct. " He's a rare judge of charac- ter, is Tom. I've had him from a kitten, and his mother before him. Yes, sir, I ought to remember his lordship, seeing that I waited upon bini for over eleven years; and a quiet gentleman he was to attend upon, giving next to no trouble, and never using bad language, or coming home the worse for drink, as I've known a gentleman behave in that very set." " Did he live in his chambers all that time? " "Well, sir, nominally he did, but actually ho didn't. He had lu's bedroom and his bath-room, just as you have ; and the rooms was furnished pretty comfortable, and everything about them was very neat, for he was uncommoidy particular, was Mr. Dalbrook ; and he was always there of a day, and all day long, except when he was at the law courts, for there never was a more persevering gentleman. But after the first three years I can't say that he lived in Ferret Coiu-t. He came there by nine or ten o'clock every morning; and sometimes he stayed till ten o'clock at night, and sometimes he loft as early as live in the afternoon ; l)ut he didn't live there no more after the third year, when he was licgiiming to get on a bit. There was his rooms, and there was nothing altered, except that he took away his dressing-case and a good many of his clothes ; but there was everythirg left that he wanted for his toilet, 236 The Day ivill come. and all in apple-pie order for him to fall back upon his old ways at any time. Only, as I said before, he didn't live there no longer ; and instead of having his dinner in his own room at seven o'clock, he never took anything more than a biscuit and a glass of sherry, or a brandy and soda." " Did this change in his habits come about suddenly? " "Yes, sir, it did; without an hour's warning. I comes to his rooms one morning and finds that his bed hasn't been slept in, and I finds a little bit of a pencil note from him to say that he would be stopping out of town for a few days. He was away over a fortnight, and from that time to the end of my service in Ferret Court, ho never spent another night there." " Ho had taken lodgings out of town, I conclude ? I suppose you knew his other address? " " No, sir, he never told me where his home was, for of course he must have had a home somewhere. No man would be a waif and stray for all those years^above all, such a steadj'-going gentleman as Mr. Dalbrook. I've heard other gentlemen accuse him of being a hermit. ' One never sees you nowhere,' they saj's. ' You're as steady as Old Time,' they says. And so he was ; but he was very secret with his steadiness." " Had you any idea where that second home of his was — in what part of the suburbs ? It could not have been very far from London, since you say he came to his chambers before ten o'clock every morning." " It was oftener nine than ten, sir," said Mrs. Dugget. She paused a little before replying to his question, watching him with a sly smile as he caressed the obtrusive cat. She had her own notions as to the motive of his curiosity. He had expecta- tions from Lord Cheriton, perhaps, and he wanted to discover if there were anything in the background of his kinsman's history which was likely to interfere with the fruition of his mercenary hopes. " It was a good many years after Mr. Dalbrook left off sleeping at his chambers that I made a sort of discovery," she said ; " and I knew my place too well to take any advantage of that discovery. But still I had my suspicions, and I believe they were not far off the truth." " What was the nature of your discovery ? " " Oh, well, you see, sir, it wasn't much to talk about, only it set me thinking. It was two or three years before Mr. Dalbrook left Ferret Court and went to that first floor set in King's Bench Walk, but he was beginning to be a great man, and he had more work than he could do, slave as hard as he might ; and he did slave, I can tell you, sir. His rooms in Ferret Court were very shabby — they hadn't had a bit of paint or a pail of whitewash for I don't know how long; The Day zuill come. i'\^'] 60, just before the Lonp: Vacation, lie says to me, ' I'm goin;; to got these rooms done up, Mrs. Dnggct, Avliilo I'm out of town. I've pot a estimate from a pai-ty in llolljorn, and he's to ])aint tlie wainscot and clear coal the ceiling, and do the whole thing for nine pounds seven and eightpence, in a workmanlike manner. You'll please to clean nj) after him, and do away with all tlie waste paper and rubbish, and get everything tidy before November." Rlrs. Dugget ])ausod, and refreshed herself with half a cup of tea, and ajiologizcd for the obtnisiveness of the cat. " I hope you don't object to cats, sir." Theodore smiled, reflecting that any man who objected to cats would have fled from that stuffy parlonr before now. " No, 1 am rather fond of them, as an inferior order of dog. Well, now, as to this discovery of yours, Mrs. Dugget? " " I'm coming to it as fast as I can, sir. You must know that there was a lot of waste paper in one of the closets beside the fireplace, and you are aware how roomy those closets in Ferret Court are. I never held with burning waste paper, iirst because it's dangerous w^ith regard to fire, and next because they'll give you three shillings a sack for it at some of the paper mills ; so I had alway emptied the waste-paper baskets into this closet, which was made no other use of, and the bottom of the closet was chock-full of old letters, envelopes, pamphlets, and such like. So I took my sack, and I sat down on the floor and tilled it. Now, as I was putting in the papers by handfuls— taking my time over it, for the painters wasn't coming till the following ^londay, and all my gen- tlemen was away on their holidays — I was struck by seeing such a number of envelopes addressed to the same name — ' J. Danvers, Esq., ' ]\Iyrtle Cottage, ' Cambcrwell Grove.' How did Mr. Dalhrook come to have all those envelopes belonging to Mr. Danvers? There must have been letters inside the enveloi)Cs, and what business had he with Mr. Danvers's letters?" " They may have been letters bearing upon some case on which he was engaged," said Theodore. " So they might, sir; but woidd he have the letters?" asked tlio laimdress shrewdly. " Wouldn't that lie the solicitor's business? " " You are right, Mrs. Dugget. I sec you have profited by your experience in the Temple." *■ I had the curiosity to look at the post-marks on tliose envelopes, sir. There was over a hundred of 'em, I should think, some wliole. and some torn across, and the post-marks told me that thi-y sjiread over years. They most of 'em looked like tradesmen's envelopes, 238 The Day will come. and the Camberwell post-mark was ou a good many of 'em. That closet hadn't been cleared out for eight or nine years, to my know- ledge, and those envelopes went back for the best part of that time, and the longer I looked at them the more I wondered who Mr. Danvers was." " And did you come to any conclusion at last ? " " Well, sir, I had my own idea about it, but it isn't my place to say what that idea was." " Come, come, Mrs. Dugget, you have no employer now, and you are beholden to no one. You are a free agent, and have a perfect right to give expression to your opinion." " If I thought it would go no further, sir." " It shall go no further." " Very well then, sir, to be candid, I thought that James Dal- brook and J. Danvers, Esq., were the same person, and that Mr. Dalbrook had been living in Camberwell Grove under an assumed name." " Would not that seem a very curious thing for a professional man in Mr. Dalbrook's position to do? " inquired Theodore, gravely. " It might seem curious to you, sir, but I've seen a good deal of professional gentlemen in my time, and it didn't strike me as very uncommon. Gentlemen have their own reasons for what they do, and the more particular they are from a professional point of view the more convenient they may find it to make a little alteration in their names now and again." Mrs. Dugget looked at him with a significant shrewdness, which gave her the air of a female Mephistopheles, a creature deeply versed in all things e\al. " Did your curiosity prompt you to try and verify your suspicions ? " he asked. The old woman looked at him searchingly before she answered, as if trying to discover what value there might be for him in any information she had it in her power to give or to withhold. So far she had been carried along by her inherent love of gossip, stimulated by the wish to stand well with her daughter's employer, and perhaps with a view to such small amenities as a poimd of tea or a bottle of whisky. But at this point something in Theodore's earnest manner suggested to her that her knowledge of his kinsman's life might have a marketable value, and she therefore became newl}' reticent. " It doesn't become me to talk about a gentleman like Mr. Dal- brook, your namesake and blood relation, too, sir," she said, folding her rheumatic hands meekly. " I'm afraid I've made too free with my tongue already." Tlx^ndore did not answer her immediately. He took a letter-case from hiii breast-pocket, and slowly and deliberately extracted two The Day will come. 239 crisp bauk-notoR from one of the divisions. Those he opened and spread calmly and carefully on the table, smoothing out tlieir crisp freshness, which crackled under his hand. There is something very pleasant in the aspect of a new bank- note ; money created expressly, as it were, for the first owner ; virgin wealth, pure and uncontamiiiatcd by the dealings of the multitude. These were only five-pound notes, it is true, tiie lowest in the scale of English paper-money — in the eye of a millionairo infinitesimal as the gi'ains of sand on the sea-shore — yet to Mrs. Dugget those two notes lying on the table in front of her suggested vast wealth. It is doubtful if she had ever seen two notes together in the whole of her previous experience. Her largest payment was a quarter's rent, her largest receipt had been a quarter's wages. She had managed to save a little money in the coiu'se of her laborious days, but her savings had been accumulated in sovereigns and half-sovereigns, which liad been promptly transferred to tho savings bank. Bank-notes to her mind were the symbols of surplus wealtli. " Now, I am not going to beat about the bush, Mrs. Dugget," said Theodore, with a matter-of-ftict air. " I have a great respect for my kinsman, Lord Cheriton, who has been a kind friend to me. You may be assured, therefore, that if I am curious about his past life, I mean him no harm. I have reasons of my own, which it is not convenient forme to explain, for wanting to know all about his early struggles, his friends, and his enemies. I feel perfectly sure that you followed up your discovery of those envelopes — that you took the trouble to find I\Iyrtle Cottage, and to ascertain tho kind of people who lived tlicre." Her face told him that he was right. " If you choose to be frank with me, and tell me all you can, those two five-pound notes are very much at your service. If you prefer to hold your tongue, I can only wish you good afternoon, and try to make my discoveries unaided, which will not be very easy after a lapse of over twenty years." " I tlon't want to keep any useful information from you, sir, provided you'll promise not to let anything I may tell you get to Lady Clieriton's ears. I shouldn't like to make uuhappiness between man and wife." " I promise that Lady Cheriton shall not be made unliappy by any indiscretion of mine." " That's all I care about, sir," said ]\Irs. Dugget, piously, with her keen old eye upon tho notes, "and being sure of that, I don't mind owning that I did take the trouble to follow up the address upon the envelope. Now, when a gentleman like Mr. Dalbrook — a gen- tleman as always pays his way regular, and stands high in liis profession — when such a gentleman as that changes his name, you may be sure there's a lady in the case. If you tiike up a paper, 240 The Day will come. Bir, and happen to glance at a divorce case, promiscuous, as I do sometimes when my son-in-law leaves his Tdegrai^h or his Echo lying about — you'll find that the gentleman who runs away with the lady always changes his name first thing — whether he and the lady go to an hotel, or takes lodgings, or go on the Continent — he always takes another name. I don't thmk the change does him much good, for wherever he goes people seem to know all about him, and come out with their knowledge in court directly it's wanted — but it seems as if he must always act so, and act so he does." Theodore submitted to this disquisition in silence, but he touched the notes lightly with his fingers and made them crackle," by way of stimulus to Mrs. Dugget's intellect. " I felt sure if Mr. Dalbrook had been living at Myrtle Cottage imder the name of Danvers there was a lady mixed up in it, and, being in the Long Vacation, when I knew he generally went abroad, I thought I would try and satisfy myself about him. I thought I should feel more comfortable in waiting upon him when I knew the worst. And then Camberwell Grove was such a little way off. It would be just a nice outing for me of a summer evening ; so what did I do one lovely warm aftei'noon but take my tea a little earlier than usual, and trot off to the corner of Lancaster Place, where I wait for a Waterloo 'bus coming sauntering along the Strand as if time was made for slaves, and there was no such things as loop-lines or trains to be caught. I hadn't no train to catch, so I didn't mind the saimtering and the dawdling and the taking up and setting down. I had all the summer evening before me when I got out at the Green and made my way to the Grove. It's a beautiful romantic place, Camberwell Grove, sir. I don't know whether you know it, but if you do I'm sure you'll own that there ain't a prettier neighbourhood near London. Twenty years ago they used still to show you the garden where George Barnwell murdered his uncle, but I'^dare say that's been done away with by now. It took me a good time to find Myrtle Cottage, for it was one of the smallest houses in the Grove, and it stood back in a pretty little garden, and there was nothing on the gate to tell if it was Myrtle or otherwise. But I did find it at last, thanks to a young housemaid who was standing at the gate, talking to a grocer's lad. The grocer's lad made olf when he saw me, and for the first few minutes the girl was inclined to be disagreeable ; but she came roimd very quickly, and I dare say Bhe was glad to have some one to talk to on that sohtary summer evening. 'Cook's out for her holiday,' she says, ' and I can't stop in the house alone.' And then we got talking, and after we'd talked a bit standing at the gate, she asked me into the garden, where there was a long narrow grass plot, screened ofi" from the high road by two horse-chestnut trees and some laburnums, and there was The Day luill conic. 241 Bomc garden cluiirs and a tabic on tlio grass, and tlic young woman asked mc to sit down. Slic'd got her work-basket out tliore, and she'd been making lierself an apron. ' I can't bear the house of a summer evening,' she says, 'it gives me tlie horrors.' Well, W(! talked of her master and mistress, as was natural. She'd lived with them over a twelvemonth, and it was a pretty good place, but very dull, and the missus had a temi)er, and was dreadfully particular, and expected things as nice as if she had ten servants instead of two, and was vcr}"^ mean into the bargain, and seemed afraid of spending money. ' I shouldn't be so particular, if I was her,' the girl said, and then she told me that she knew things wasn't all right, though Ihcy seemed a very respectable couple, and the lady went to church regularly." "What made her suspect that things were wrong?" asked Theodore, ^Irs. Dugget having paused at this point of her narrative. " Oh, sir, servants always know ! They can't live six months in a house without finding out how the land lies. They've got so little to think of, you sec, except their masters and mistresses. You can't wonder if they're always on the watch and the listen, meaning no harm, poor things. If you was shut up in a stuffy little kitchen ail (lay, never seeing no one but the lads from the tradespeople for two or three minutes at a time, you'd watch and you'd listen. It's human nature. People don't like reading servants, and they don't like gadding servants; so they nnist put up with servants that think a good deal of what's going on round them. The housemaid told me she was sure from the solitary way Mr. and Mrs. Danvers lived that there was a screw loose somewhere. ' No one never comes near them,' she said, ' and she never goes nowhere exce])t for a walk with him. No visitors, no friends. 1 can't think how she bears her life. She hasn't a party- gown, even. If anybody asked her to a party she couldn't go. When he took her abroad last month she was all in a fluster and excitement, just like a child, or like a prisoner that's going to be let out of prison. She shook hands with cook and me when she said good-bye, and that isn't like her. " I feel so happy, Jane," she says, " I don't know what I'm doing." No more I think she did. She looked quite wild with pleasure, and quite young too in her new bonnet, although in a general way she looks older than him.' And then the girl told \i\(\ liow fond she was of him, although she showed lier temper now and then, even to him. Not often, the girl said, and any quarrel with him threw her into a dreadful way afterwards, and she would lie awake and sob all night long. The girl had heard her, for it was a trumpery little house, though it was pretty to look at, and the walls were very thin. I could see with my own eyes that it wasn't much of a house, a sort of dressed-up cottage, smothered with creepers up to the roof. It looked pretty and countrified after the Temple, and K 242 The Day zvill come. I could understand that Mr. Dalbrook liked living in sucli a lovely place as Camberwell Grove." " Did you find out what the lady was like ? " asked Theodore. " You may lie sure I tried to do that, sir. How could I help being interested in a lady that had such an influence over one of my gentlemen ? The girl told me that Mrs. Danvers was one of the ' has beens.' She had been handsome, perhaps, once upon a time ; and she might have had a fine figure once upon a time ; but she had neither face nor figure now. She was pale and careworn, and she was very thin. She didn't do anything to set herself off either, like other ladies of five and thirty. She wore the same merino gown month after month, and she had only one silk gown in her wardrobe. She was always neat and nice, like a lady ; but she didn't seem to care much how she looked. She told the girl once that she and ]\lr. Danvers would be better ofiE" by and by, and then all things would be different with them. ' I am only waiting for those happier days,' she says ; but the girl fancied she would be an old woman before those days came." " Were there any children? " " I could not find out for certain. The girl fancied from chance words she had overheard that there had been a baby, but that it had been sent away, and that this was a grievance between them, and came up when they quarrelled, Avhich was not often, as I said before. Altogether I left Camberwell Grove feeling very sorry for the lady who was called Mrs. Danvers, and I thought it was a great pity if Mr. Dalbrook wanted to make a home for himself he couldn't have man- aged it better. I made great friends with Jane, the housemaid, before I left that garden, and I asked her when she had an evening out to come and take a cup of tea with me ; and if she could get leave to go to the theatre, my youngest son, who was living at home then, could take her, along with my daughter, who was then unmarried and in service in New Bridge Street. The young Vi'oman came once, about Christmas time, and she told me things were just the same as they had been at Myrtle Cottage. She talked very freely about Mr. and Mrs. Danvers over her tea, but she had no idea that he was beknown to me, or that he was a barrister with chambers in the Temple. She thought he was something in the City. I asked her if it was Mr. Danvers who was mean and kept his lady short of money; but she thought not. She thought it was Mrs. Danvers that had a kind of mania for saving, for she was quite put out if Mr. Danvers brought her home a present that cost a few pounds. It seemed as if they were saving up for some purpose — for they used to talk to each other of the money he was putting by, and it was plain they were looking forward to a better house and a happier kind of life. Jane thought that either she had a husband hidden away somewhere — in a lunatic asylum, perhaps — or he had another wife." The Day luill come. 243 Mrs. Diijrgot stopped to rcpliMiisli the thrifty little fire witli a. very pinall scooptul of coals, during wliicli operation the sleek black cat leaped upon her back and balanced himself upon her shoulders while she bent over the grate. " Well, sir, that was Jane's first and last visit. She got married all of a sudilen l)eforc Lady-day, and she; went to live in the country, where her husband was postman in her native village, and I never see no more of her. I went to Camberwell Grove again in the Long Vacation, when I knew Mr. Dalbrook was away, but I found only an old woman in the house as caretaker, stone deaf, and dis- agreeable into tlie bargain. Mr. Dalbrook moved into King's Bench Walk the following j'ear, and less than six months after that I saw his marriage in the papers ; and his clerk told me he had married a very rich young lady, and was going to buy an estate in the country. I went to have another look at the cottage soon after 31 r. Dalbrook's marriage, and I found the garden-gate locked, and a board up to say that the house w^as to be let unfurnished ; and that, sir, is all I could ever find out about the lady called Mrs. Danvers." " And this history of the liome in Camberwell Grove is all you ever knew about Mr. James Dalbrook's life outside the chambers in Ferret Court." " Yes, sir, that is all 1 ever heard, promiscuously or other- wise." " Well, JMrs. Dugget, you have been frank with me, and you have earned my little jM-esent," said Theodore, handing her the two notes, which her old iingers touched tremulously in a rapture that was too much for words. It was with an effort that she faltered out lier thanks for Iiis generosity, which, she protested, she had never "looked for." Theodore walked back towards the Temple deep in thought ; indeed so troubled and perplexed were his thoughts that upon approaching Ferret Court ho stopped short, and instead of going straight to his chambers, turned aside and went to the Gardens, where lie walked up and down the same gi'avel path for an hour, pondering upon that jiicture of the hidden home in Camberwell Grove, conjured u]) before him by the loquacious laundress. Yes, he could imagine that obscm'c existence almost as if he had seen it with his bodily eyes. He could fancy the solitary home where never kinsman or familiar friend crossed the threshold; a home destitute of all home ties and homely associations ; a home never smiled upon by the parson of the i)arish ; cut off from all local interests, identified with nothing, a mystery among the common- place dwellings around and about it ; a subject for furtive observation from the neighbours. He could fancy those two lonely lives preying upon each other, too closely united for peaceful union ; the woman 244 '^^^^ D'-'^y "^'-'^'^^ come. too utterly dependent upon the man ; she feeling lier dependence a degradation; he feeling her helplessness a burden. He could [jicturo them, loving each other, perhaps, passionately, jealously to the last, and yet weary of each other, worn out and weighed down by tlie narrowness of a life walled off from the rest of the world and all its changeful interests and widening sympathies. And then he saw the picture in still darker colours, as it might have been ere that unknown figure faded from the canvas. He thought of the ambitious, successful barrister, heart-sick at the fetters which he had fastened upon his life, tired of his faded mistress, seeing all gates open to him were he but free to pass them ; still living apart from the world, at a time of life when all the social instincts are at their highest development, when a man loves the society of his fellow-men, the friction of crowds, the sound of his own voice, and every social tribute that the world can offer to Ins talents and his success. He saw his"kinsman galled by the chain which love and honour had hung about him, loathing his bondage, longing for liberty — saw bini witli the possiljility of a brilliant marriage suddenly offering itself to him, a lovely girl ready to throw herself into his arms, a fortune at his feet, and the keen ambition of a self-made man goading him like a spur. How did it end? Did death set him free — death, the loosener of all bonds ? Or did his mistress sacrifice herself and her broken heart to his welfare, and of her own accord release him ? There are women capable of such sacrifices. It would seem that his disentanglement, however it came about, had been perfect of its kind ; for no rumour of a youthful intrigue, no scandal about a cast- off mistress had ever clouded the married life of James Dalbrook, Even in Cheriton village, where the very smallest nucleus in the waj' of fact was apt to swell into a gigantic scandal, even at Clieritoii nobody had ever hinted at indiscretions in the earlier years of the local magnate. And then Theodore Dalbrook asked himself the essential ques- tion : AVhat bearing, if any, had this episode of his kinsman's life upon the murder of Juanita's husband ? What dark and vengeful figure lurked in the background of that common story of dishonom-- able love? An outraged husband, a brother, a father? That obscure life apart from friends and acquaintances would show that some gi-eat wrong had been done, some sacred tie had been broken. Only a sinful union so hides its furtive happiness — only a deep sense of degradation will reconcile a woman to banishment from the society of her own sex. Whether that forsaken mistress were dead or living there might lurk in her sad history the elements of tragedy, the motive for a ghastly revenge ; and on this account the story possessed a grim fascination for Theodore Dalbrook. He lay awake the greater "part of the night thinking in a fitful way of that ilHcit menage in the The Day ivill conic. :i45 unfashionable suburb — the suburb whose very existence is unknown to society. He fell asleep long after the sini was up, only to dream ("onfuseilly of a strange woman who was now James Dalbrook's lawful wife — and now his victim — and w-hose face had vague resemblances to other faces, and who was and was not half a dozen other wojnen in succession. He walked to Camberwell on the following afternoon, surprised at the strange world through which he passed on his way there, the teeming, busy, noisy world — the world which makes such a hard fight for life. The Grove itself, after that bustling, seething road, seemed a place in which nightingales might have warbled, and laughing girls hidden from their lovers in the summer dusk. The very atmosjiherc of decay from a better state was soothing. There were trees still, and gardens, and here and there pretty, old-fashioned houses ; and in a long narrow garden between two larger houses he f< lund Myrtle Cottage. There was a board up, and the neglected gar- den indicated that the cottage had been a long time without a tenant. There was a policeman's wife living in it, witli a colony of small children, in the cotton-pinafore stage of existence, and with noses dc]iendent upon maternal supervision, so much so that scarcely had the matron attended to one small snub than her attention was called off to another, which gave a distracted air to all her conversation. Slie took jNIr. Dalbrook over the house, and expatiated upon the damp walls, and the utter incompetence of the cistern and pipes to meet the exigencies of a family, which was the more to be regretted on the ground that the landlord declined to do anything in tlie way of repairs, as he intended to pull the house down in a few years with a view to making better use of the ground. "And indeed that's about all it's fit for," said the policeman's wife. " It ain't fit for anybody to live in." The rooms had even a more desolate look than rooms in em]ity houses usually have, in consequence of this long neglect. The cottage had been empty for two years and a half, long enough for the damp to make hideous blotches upon all the walls, and trace discoloured maps of imaginary continents upon all the ceilings; long enough for the si)idcrs to weave their webs in all the corners, for rust to eat deei) into the iron grates, and for dust and dirt to obscure every wiiidow. Theodore stood in the room which had once been a drawing-room, and which boasted of a wide French window looking out upon a lawn, with a large weeping-ash directly in front of the window, and much too near for airiness or health, a melancholy-looking tree in which Theodore thought ^Irs. Danvers might have found a symbol of her own life, as she stood at the window and looked at those dull drooping branches against a background of ivy-covered wall. 246 The Day wih come. CHA.PTER XXII. " And if we do but watch the hour, There never j'et was human power Which could evade, if unforgivcn, The patient search and vigil long Of him who treasures up a wrong." Theodore made a tour of the little garden in the summer sundown. It was very small, but its age gave it a superiority over most suburban gardens. There were trees, and hardy ])erennials that had been gi'owing year after year, blooming and fading, with very little care on the part of successive tenants. The chief charm of the garden to some people might liave been its seclusion. There was no possibility of being " overlooked " in this naxTow pleasaunce, and overlooking is the curse of the average garden attached to the average villa. Mr. and Mrs. Jones, taking their ease, or working in their garden in the cool of the evening, are uncomfortably conscious of Mr. and Mrs. Smith eyeing them from the drawing-room windows of next door. Here tlie high wall on one side, and the tall liorse-chestnuts on the other, made a perfect solitude ; but seclusion on a very small scale is apt to merge into dulness, and it must be owned that the garden of Myrtle Cottage at sundown was about as melancholy a place as the mind of man could imagine. Theodore, contemplating it from the standpoint of Mrs. Danvers' history, her friendlessness, her sense of degradation, wondered that she could liave endured that dismal atmosphere for a single summer. And she had lived there for many years; lived there till weariness must have become loathing. " God help her, poor soul ! " he said to himself. " How she must have abhorred that weeping ash! liow it must have tortured her to see the leaves go and come again year after year, and to know that neither spring nor autumn would better her fate ! " He took do\vn the address of the agent who had the letting of the house, and left witli tlie intention of seeing him that evening if possible. The landlord was a personage resembling the ]\Iikado, or the Grand Llama, and was not supiposed to be accessible tu the human vision, certainly not in relation to his liouse property. The policeman's wife averred that '• him and the De Crespignys owned iialf Camberwell." The Day luill come. 247 The asent was representLMl to live over his office, which was in no less iamoiis a locality than Camberwcll Green, and was likely, therefore, to oblige Mr. Dalbrook by seeini; him upon a business matter after business hours. Tt was not nuich past seven when Theodore entered the oflicc, where ho found the a,<:;ont extending his business hours so far as to be still seated at his desk, deep in the revision of a catalo,i;:ue. He Avas a very rs of labour, but only a dead level of small means and shabby dwellings, and 26o The Day will come. sordid colonrlesi? lives. No, there must be butterflies as well as ants — if it were only that the ants may have something pretty to look at. What I should like to see is a stronger bond of friendship and sympathy between the two classes — a real knowledge and imderstanding of each other between rich and poor, and the twin demons Patronage and Sycophancy exorcised for ever and ever." The tea-tables were brought out upon the lawn by this time ; Sir Godfrey Carmichael was carried off by his nurse ; and the two young men sat down with Lady Cheriton and her daughter under the tree beneath which Juanita and her husband had sat on that one blissful day which they had spent together at the Priory as man and wife. They seemed a very cheery and pleasant quartette as they sat in the sultry afternoon atmosphere, with the level lawn and flower-beds stretching before them, and the wide belt of old timber shutting out all the world beyond. Cuthbert Eamsay was the chief talker, full of animal spirits, launching the wildest paradoxes, the most unorthodox opinions. The very sound of his strong full voice, the very ring of his buoyant laugh, were enough to banish gloomy thoughts and sad memories. Lady Cheriton was delighted with this new acquaintance; first, because ho was dexterous in handling a baby ; next on the score of general merits. She was not a deeply read person, but she had a profound respect for culture in other people ; and she had an idea that a scientific man was a creature apart, belonging to a loftier world than that which she and her intellectual equals inhabited. Theodore had told her of his friend's claims to distinction, his hard work in several cities, and seeing this earnest worker boyish and light-hearted, interested in the most frivolous subjects, she was lost in wonder at his condescension. She begged him to go to Cheriton with Theodore at the earliest opportunity — an invitation which he accepted gladly. " I have long wished to know Lord Cheriton," he said. The two young men left soon after tea. Cuthbert's high spirits deserted him at the Priory gates, and both men were thoughtful during the homeward drive. "Well, Cuthbert, what do you think of my cousin, now that you have seen her ? " Theodore asked, when he had driven the first mile. " I can only agi'ee with you, my dear fellow. She is a very lovely woman. I think there could hardly be two opinions upon that point." " And do you think — as I do — that it is hopeless for any man to spend his life in worshipping her ? Do you think her heart is buried with her dead husband ? " " Only as Proserpine was buried with Pluto. It is not in human The Day will come. 261 iiaturo for so young a woman to wear her weeds for a lifetime. The hour of revival must come sooner or later. She has too bright and quick an intellect to submit to tlie monotony of an inconsolable sorrow. Her energy expends itself now in the desire to avenge her husband's death. Failing in tliat, her restless spirit will seek some new outlet. She is beginning to be interested in her child. ^ As tliat interest grows with the child's growth, her horizon will widen. And then, and then, when she has discovered that life can still be beautiful, her heart will become accessible to a new love. The cure and the change, the awakening from death to life, may be slower than it is in most such cases, because this woman is the essence of sincerity, and all her feelings lie deep. But the awakening will come — yoTi may be sure of that. Wait for it, Theodore ; possess your soul in patience." " You can allbrd to be philosophical," said the other, with a sigh. " You are not in love ! " " True, my friend. No doubt that makes a difference." CHAPTER XXIV. "And one, an English home — gray twilight poured On dcwj' pastures, dewy trees, Softer than sleep — all things in order stored, A haunt of ancient Peace." TuEODOKE and his friend betook themselves to Cheriton Chase on the following Friday, for that kind of visit which north country people describe as " a week end." They carried their portmanteaux in that jiortion of the dog-cart which is more legitimately occupied by a leash of spaniels or Irisli setters, and they arrived in the golden light of the afternoon, just when that sunk lane approaching tlio west gate was looking its loveliest. Ilart's-tongue and rocky boulder, the great brown tnmks of the oaks and tlie polypodiuni growng amidst their cloven branches were all touched with sun- gleams, while evening shadows lay soft and cool ujion the tall flowering grasses in the meadows on either side of the deep gully. " That is Mrs. Porter's cottage," said Theodore, indicating the gatekeeper's house wth a tiu-n of his whip towards the end of the lane where the clustered chimneys showed through a gap in the trees. Ramsay had been introduced to Miss Newton, and had constituted 262 The Day will come. himself honorary surgeon and medical adviser to that lady and all her humble friends. He had been invited to the tea-parties in Wedgewood Street, and had interested himself in the young woman called Marian, and in her probable identity with the lodge-keeper's missing daughter, for which reason he had a keen desire to make the lodge-keeper's acquaintance. " From your account of the lady she miTst be a piece of human adamaat," he said. " I like to tackle that kind of individual. I've met a few of them, and I'm happy to say that if I haven't been able to melt them I've generally succeeded in making them smart. I should enjoy exhibiting my moral aquafortis in the case of this lady. I shall get you to accompany me in a morning call upon her while we are at Cheriton." " My dear Cuthbert, I would sooner call, uninvited and without credentials, upon the Archbishop of Canterbury. I don't forget how she froze me when I tried to be friendly with her last New Year's Day. She was more biting than the north-east wind that was curdling the ponds in the Park." " A fig for her bitingncss. Do you suppose I mind ? If you won't take me to her, I shall go by myself. A character of that kind has an irresistible fascmation for me. I would go a hundred miles any day to see a bitter, bad woman." "She is bitter enough, but she may not be bad. She may be only a creature who mistakes fanaticism for religion, who has so misread her Bible that she thinks it her bounden duty to shut her heart against a beloved chUd rather than to forgive a sinner. I believe she is to be pitied rather than blamed, odious as she may seem." " Very likely. A hard heart, or an obstinate temper, is a disease like other diseases. One ought to be sorry for the sufferer. But this woman has a strong character, anyhow, for good or evil, and I delight in studjdng character. The average man and woman is so colourless that there is infinite relief in the study of any tempera- ment which touches the extreme. Thinlc how delightful it would be to meet such a man as lago or Othello — picture to yourself the pleasure of watching the gradual unfolding of such a mind as lachirao's, and consider how keen would be one's interest in getting to the bottom of a woman like that poisoning stepmother of Imogen's whose name Shakespeare does not take the trouble to record. So this is the lodge — charming Early English cottage — real rustic English, not Bedford Parkish — half-timbered, thatched gables, dormers like eyes under bushy eyebrows, walls four feet thick, lattices two hundred years old. It might be the very cottage in which Grandmamma Wolf waited for the dear, plump little girl, with chubby cheeks shimng like the butter in her basket, and vdth lips as sweet as her honey. Poor little gul ! " The Day zuilL come. 263 Tlie servant-maid ran down the steps to open the gate, and as the wheels stopped an upper casement swung suddenly open, and a woman's face appeared in the golden light — h pale, wan face, whoso most noticeable expression was a look of infinite weariness — " Anajmic," said Cuthbert, as they drove in at the gate. " De- cidedly anajmic. I should suspect that woman " "Of what?" "Of being a vegetarian," answered Cutlibert, gravely. " But I'll call to-moiTow, and find out all about her." Lord Cheriton received his kinsman's friend with marked cor- diality, and seemed to enjoy his freshness and spontaneity. They talked of Cambridge — the Cambridge of forty years ago and the Cambridge of to-day, — and they talked of the continental schools of medicine, a subject in which the lawyer was warmly interested. There were no other visitors expected before September, when three old friends of Lord Cheriton's were to shoot the partridges. In October there was to be a large party for the ]iheasant shooting, which was the chief glory of Cheriton Chase. There had been no shooters at tlie Chase last year, and Lord Cheriton felt liimself so much the more constrained to hospitality. " You fellows must come in October, when we have our big shoot," he said ; but Cuthbert Eamsay told him that he must be at work again in London before the end of September. Cuthbert was much impressed by the muster of Cheriton Chase, and the grave and quiet dignity with which he wore success that might have maile a weaker man arrogant and self-assertive. It would seem as if scarcely anything were wanting to that prosperous career. Yet Cuthbert saw that liis host was not free from a cloud of care. It was natural, perhaps, that he should feel the tragedy of his son-in-laws death as a lasting trouble, not to be shuQlcd off and forgotten when the conventional period of mourning Avas past. Theodore had some private talk with his cousin on the first evening of his visit, walking up and down the terrace, while Cuthbert was looking at the books in the library, under Lady Cheriton's guidance. He had it fully in his muid that the time must come \A\ii\\ he would be obliged to take Lord Cheriton into his confidence, but he felt that time was still far ofi". Whenever the revelation came it must needs be infinitely painful to both, and deeply humiliating to the man whose hidden sin liad brouglit desolation upon his innocent daughter, and untimely death upon the man whose fate had been linked with hers. It was for liis dis- honour, for the ■wrongs inflicted by him, that those two had made expiation. No, the time to be outspoken — the time to say in the words of tlio prophet, '* Thou art the man," had not yet come. When it should 264 The Day will come. come he would be prepared to act resolutely and fearlessly ; but in the mean time he must needs go on working in the dark. He remembered his last conversation with Lord Cheriton on that subject — remembered how Cheriton had said that he beheved Godfrey Carmichael incapable of a dishonourable action — incapable of having behaved cruelly to any woman. Had he who pronounced that judgment been guilty of dishonour — had he been cruel to the woman who sacrificed herself for him ? There are so many degrees in such wrong-doing ! There is the sin of impulse : there is the deliberate betrayal, the coldly planned iniquity, the sin of the practised seducer who has reduced seduction to a science, and who has no more heart or conscience than a machine. There is the sin of the generous man, who finds his feet caught in the web of cir- cumstance, who begins, innocently enough, by pitying a neglected wife, and ends by betraying the neglectful husband. Theodore gave his kinsman credit for belonging to the category of generous sinners. Indeed, the fact that he had lived aloof from the world for many years, sharmg the isolation of the woman who loved him, was in itself evidence that he had not acted as a villain ; yet it was possible that when the final hour came, the hour for breaking those illicit oonds, the rupture may have been in somewise cruel; and the remembrance of that cruelty might be a burden upon the sinner's conscience at this day. Such partings can never be without cruelty. The fact that one sinner is to marry and begin a new life, while the other sinner is to finish her days in a dishonoured widowhood, is in itself a cruelty. She may submit, as to a fate which she foresaw dimly, even in the hour of her fall — but she would be more than human if she did not think herself hardly used by the man who forsakes her. Nothing he can do to secure her worldly comfort or to screen her from the world's disdain will take the sting out of that parting. The one fact remains that her day is done. He has ceased to care for her, and he has begim to care for another. " Nothing has occurred since I was here to throw any new light upon the murder, I suppose ? " Theodore said quietly, as they smoked their cigars, walking slowly up and down in the siunmer night. " Nothing." " Did her ladyship tell you that I have met a girl in Loudon, whom I believe to be no other than Mercy Porter? " " Yes, she told me something about that fancy of yours, for I take it to be nothing more than a fancy. The world is too "wide for you and Mercy Porter to meet so easily. What was your ground for identifying her with the lodge-keeper's girl t " " The lodge-keeper's girl ! " There was something needlessly contemptuous in the phrase, it seemed to Theodore : a studied disdain. The Day will come. 265 " It was she herself who suggested the idea, by her inquiries about Cherlton. She confessed to having come from tliis part of the world, and she has an air of refinement which shows that slie does not belong to the peasant class. She is a very good pianiste — plays with remarkable taste and feeUug ; and Lady Cheriton tells rae that Mercy had a talent for music. I have no doubt in my own mind that this young woman is Mercy Porter, and I think her mother ought to go to London and see her, even if she should not think fit to bring her back to the home she left." " j\Irs. Porter is a woman of peculiar temper. The girl may be happier away from her." " Yes, that is vciy likely — but the mother ought to forgive her. The penitent sinner, whose life for the last few years has been blameless, ought to feel that she is pardoned and at peace with her mother. I tried to approach the subject, but Mrs. Porter repelled me with an almost vindictive air; and I do not think it would be any good for me to plead for my poor friend again. If you or Lady Cheriton would talk to her " '■'l will got my wife to manage her. It is a matter in which a woman would have more iuiluence than you or I. In the mean time, if there is anything I can do to make Mercy Porter's life easier, I shall be very glad to do it, for her father's sake." "You are very good; but she is not in want, and she seems content with her lot." " What is she doing for a living ? " "Her employment is fine needlework. She lives in one small back room in Lambeth, and has only one friend in the world, and that friend happens to be a lady who once lived in this house." " A lady who lived in this house ! " exclaimed Lord Cheriton. "Wlio, in Heaven's name, do you mean?" "Miss Newton, who was governess to Miss Strangway nearly forty years ago." " What brought I\Iiss Newtou and you together ? " '* That is rather a long story. I took some trouble to find the lady in order to settle one question which had disturbed my cousin Juanita since her husband's death." "What question?" " She was haunted by an idea that Sir Godfrey's murderer was one of the Strangways, and his murder an act of vengeance by some member of that banished race. It was in order to set this question at rest for ever that I took some trouble to hunt out tho history of Squire Strangway's two sons and only daughter. I traced tliem all three to their graves, and have been able to convince Juanita that they and their troubles were at rest long before the time of her husband's murder." " What could have put such a notion into her head ? " 266 The Day will come. "Oh, it came naturally enough. It was only a development of Churton's idea of a vendetta." " She was always full of fancies. Yes, I remember she used to say the lioupe was haunted by the ghosts of the Strangways. I really think she had a dim idea that I had injured that spendthrift race in buying the estate which they had wasted. And so to satisfy Juanita you took the trouble to ferret out Miss Newton ? Upon my word, Theodore, your conduct is more Quixotic than I could have believed of any young man in the nineteenth century. And pray by what means did you discover the ci-devant governess ? " Theodore told the story of his visit to the scholastic agencies, his journey to Westmorland, and his friendly reception by Miss Newton in her Lambeth lodgings. " She was much attached to Miss Strangway, who was her first charge, and near enough to her own age to be more of a companion than a pupil," he said, " and she spoke of her melancholy fate with gi'eat tenderness." " It was a melancholy fate, was it? I know she made a runaway- marriage ; but in what way was her fate sadder than the common destiny of a spendthrift's daughter — a girl who has been reared in extravagance and self-indulgence, and who finds herself face to face with penury in the bloom of her womanhood ? " "That in itself would be sad, but Miss Strangway's destiny was sadder than that — commonplace enough, no doubt — only the old story of an unhappy marriage and a runaway wife." He could not help looldng at Lord Cheriton at this point, thinking how this common story of an unfaithful wife must needs remind liis kinsman of that other story of another ^vife which had influenced his early manliood. He must surely have a sensitive shrinking from the discussion of any similar story. " She ran away from her husband ! Yes, I remember having heard as much. What did Miss Newton know about her — beyond that one fact?" " Very little — only that she died at Boidogne nearly twenty years ago. This fact Miss Newton heard from the Hps of the man for whom Mrs. Darcy left her husband. I had been at Boulogne a week or so before I saw Miss Newton, and I had hunted there for any record of Mrs. Darcy's death, without result. But this is not very strange, as it is quite likely that she lived at Boulogne under an assumed name, and was buried in that name, and so lies there, in a foreign land, dissevered for ever from any association with her name and kindred." " There are not many of her kindred left, I take it," said Lord Cheriton. " There seems to have been a blight upon that race for the last half-century. But, now, tell me about some one in whom I am more interested — the girl you believe to be Mercy Porter. I The Day will come. 267 shoulcl be very glad to make licr life liappior, and so I told iicr ladyship. You, Theodore, might bo the intcrmcdiar}'. I would .allow her a hundred a year, which would enable her to live in some pretty country place — in Devonshire or Cornwall, for instance, in some quiet sea-coast village where no one would know anything about her or her story." " A lumcked a year ! My dear Cheriton, that is a most generous ofTer." " No, no, there is no question of generosity. Her father was my friend, and I was under some obligation to him. And then the giil was my wife's protegee ; and, finally, I can very well afford it. I am almost a childless man, Theodore. My grandson will be rich enough when I am gone, rich enough to be sure of a ])eerage, I hope, so that there may be a Baron Cheriton when I am in the dust." "You are ver^"- good. I believe this girl has a great deal of pride — the pride of a woman who has drunk the cup of shame, and she may set herself against being your pensioner; but if the matter can he arranged as you wish she may yet see happier days. I think the first thing to be done is to reconcile mother and daughter. Mrs. Porter ought to go up to London " ''To see Miss Newton's _^;ro<leasant her life might be in some picturesque village — among the hills and lakes, or by the sea — and how she might Hve among people who would know nothing of her past historj', who would grow to be fond of her for her own sake ? " '• I m-ged all this upon her. I am as anxious as you are that she sliould leave that dreary attic — that monotonous labour — but nothing I could say was of the least use. She was resolute — she would accept nothing from you." 296 The Day will come. " From me — ah, that is it ! " cried Lord Cheriton, suddenly. " Had the offer come from any one else she might have been less stubborn. But from me she will take nothing — aot a loaf of bread if she were starving. That is the explanation of her hardness — it is to me she is adamant. Tell me the truth, Theodore. Don't spare my feelings. This girl hates me, I suppose ! " " I fear she has a deeply-rooted prejudice against you. She may — most unjustly — blame you for her misery, because Colonel Tremayne was j^our friend." " Yes, that is her feeling, no doubt ; it is on that account she hates me. Perhaps she is justified in her anger. I ought to have shot that scoundrel. Had we both lived fifty years sooner I suppose I should have shot him." " I don't think you could have been called upon to do that even by the old code of honour. Mercy was not allied to you " " No ; but she dwelt at my gates. She was under my protection — she had no other man living to defend her. I ought to have punished her seducer — it was incumbent on me to do it. Because there was no one else," he added slowly, after a long pause. " It may be on that account she rejects your generous offer. I cannot pretend to interpret her feelings ; but there was certainly some strong personal prejudice on her part. She was deeply moved. Slie burst into a passion of sobs. ' Not from him,' she cried, ' I will accept nothing from him. Of all the men upon this earth he shall be the last to help me ! ' " Lord Cheriton flung the Quarterly from him with a passionate gesture, as he started to his feet and began to walk up and down the long clear space m front of the windows. " Theodore," he said suddenly, "you have not yet come face to face with all the problems of life. Perhaps you have not yet found out how hard it is to help people. I would have given much to be able to help that girl — to assure her an easy and reputable existence — the refinements of life amidst pleasant surroundings. What would it matter to me whether I allowed her one hundred or two hundred a year? All I desire is that her life should be happy. And of deliberate malice — of sheer perversity' — she rejects my help, she dooms herself to the seamstress' slavery, and to a garret in Lambeth. My God, to think that with all the will and all tlie power to help her, I cannot come between her and that sordid misery. It is hard, Tlieodore, it is very hard upon a man like me. There is nothing I hold of this world's goods that I have not worked for honestly ; and when I want to do good for others with wliat I have won, I am barred by their folly. It is enough to make me mad." Never before had Theodore seen this self-abandonment in his stately cousin, the man who bore in every tone and every gesture The Day will come. 297 tho impress of his acknowledged ascendency over liis fellow-men. To sec such a man as this so completely unhinged by a woman's perversity was a new thing to Theodore Dalbrouk; and his heart went out to his kinsman as it had never done before. " My dear Chcriton, you have done all that was in your power to do for that mistaken young woman," he said, holding out his hand, which the elder man grasped warmly. '' Whatever wrong you may have unwittingly brought about by the presence of a i)lackguard under your roof, you have done your best to atone for that wrong. The most sensitive, the most punctilious of men coidd do no more." " I thank you, Theodore, for your sympathy. Yes, I have done my best for her — you will bear witness to that." " A father could scarcely do more for an erring daughter. I only wish her mother felt half as kindly towards her as you, upon whom her claim is so slight." " No, no ; it is a substantial claim. She is fatherless, and her mother is dependent upon me. I stand, as it were, in loco iKirentis. Well, we will say no more about her ; she must go her own way. Only, if ever you find an opportunity of helping her — for me, vou will do me a gi'cat favom* by taking prompt advantage of it." "I shall gladly do so. I am interested in her for her own sake, as well as for yours." " You are a good fellow, Theodore, and I know you wish us well. I Avill go a step further than that and say I know that I can trust you." This was said with an earnestness which impressed Theodore. It seemed to him almost as if his kinsman foresaw that inevitable hour in which there must bo perfect unreserve between them — in which the younger man would have to say to his senior and superior in rank, '' I know the secret of your earlier years. I know the dark clouil that has overshadowed your life." They talked for a little while of indifferent subjects, and then Lord Cheriton proposed a stroll in the direction of the well. " I should like to see whether those fellows have begim work," he said. The old garden looked its sleepiest in the westering sunlight, but there was business going on there nevertheless, and a great heap of damp clay had been Hung out by the side of the low brick parapet. Two men were at work below, and there were two men above, while a fifth, a foreman and leading light, looked on and gave directions. " Glad to see you've tackled the job. Carter," said Lord Cheriton. "Yes, my lord, we've got on to it pretty well. Could I liavo a word with your lordship? " "Certainly, as many words as you like. How mysterious you 298 The Day tvill come. look, Carter! There is notliing in your communication that Mr. Dalbrook is not to hear, I suppose ? " " No, my lord, Mr. Dall^rook don't matter ; but I thought you wouldn't care for everybody to know, lest it should get round to her ladyship, and give her a scare." " What are you driving at, Carter, with your ladyships and your scares ? Have you seen a ghost at the bottom of the well ? " " No, my lord, but the men found this in the surfoco clay, and I thought it might have some bearing upon — last year — the murder." He dropped out his words hesitatingly, as if he hardly dared approach that ghastly theme, and then took something out of his jacket pocket, and handed it to Lord Cheriton. It was a Colt's revolver, by no means of the newest make, rusted by lying long under water. The foreman had amused his leisure since the discovery in trying to rub off the rust with a large cotton handkerchief, assisted bj^ his corduroy coat-sleeve, and had suc- ceeded in polishing a small silver plate upon the butt of the pistol so as to make the initials " T. D." engraved upon it easily decipher- able. There was not much in the discovery perhaps ; but by the ghastly change in Lord Cheriton's face Theodore saw that to him at least it appeared of fatal significance. His hand shook as it held the pistol, his eyes had a look of absolute horror as they scrutinized it ; and notliing could be more obvious than the effort with which he con- trolled his agitation, and looked from the builder's foreman to Theodore with an assumption of tranquillity. " It may mean much, or nothing. Carter," he said, putting the pistol in his coat pocket. " It was quite right of you to bring the matter before me." " I thought the initials on the pistol might lead to something being found out, my lord," said the foreman. " I don't think there can be much doubt the murderer chucked it in there." "Don't you? I have gone into the subject of circumstantial evidence a little deeper than you have, Carter; it was my trade, don't you know, just as laying bricks was yours, and I can tell you that the odds are ten to one against this pistol having belonged to the murderer. Do you think it likely that the man who shot Sir Godfrey Carmichael would have gone out of his way to throw his pistol down that particular well ? " " I don't know about that, my lord ; it would have been a safe hiding-place, if the water hadn't given out — and it would be in his way if he were making for the West Gate. He could hardly have taken a shorter cut than across this garden." "Perhaps not — if both the garden doors were open that nidit," The Day zvill come. 299 •' I don't tliink anybody ever saw them filint, my lord, night or day," answered Carter, with respectful persistency. Theodore knew by the very look of the clumsy wooden doors, pushed back against the old wall, with rusty hinges, and with tho tendrils of vine or plum tree gi'owing over their edges, that the man was right. The path across this garden and tho next garden led in a direct line to the West Lodge, and it was this way by which tlie servants went on most of their errands to the village. The one idea suggested by the choice of that hiding-place was that the person who threw away that pistol was familiar with tho premises. The well was about thirty feet away from the path, and screened by the old espaliers. There was a gap in the espaliers where an ancient and cankered apple tree had been t;iken out, aiid it was by this opening that the gardeners generally went to draw water. They had trodden a hard foot-track in their going and coming. It was always possible that a stranger exploring the grounds furtively and in haste might have been sharp enough to hit upon the well as a safe and handy hiding-place. It would, of course, have been vital to the murderer to get rid of his weapon as soon as possible after the deed was done, lest he should be taken red-handed and with that piece of evidence upon him. Theodore saw in that pistol with the initials " T. D.," confirmatory evidence against the husband of Mrs. Danvers, the one person in the world who had ground for an undying hatred of Lord Cheriton and his race. He made no remark upon the discovery of the weapon, fearing to say too much ; and he waited quietly to see how his kinsman would act in the matter. That ghastly change in Lord Cheriton's countenance as he examined the pistol, suggested that he had come to the same conclusion as Theodore. Kemorse and horror could hardly have been more plainly expressed by tlie human countenance ; and what remorse could be more terrible than that of the man who saw tlie sin of his youth visited upon his innocent daughter? "Shall you take any steps with reference to this discovery?" asked Theodore, when they had gone half-way back to the house in absolute silence. " What steps can I take, do you think ? Send for another London detective — or for the same man again — and give him this pistol? To what end ? lie would be no nearer finding the murderer because of the finding of the pistol." " The initials might lead to identification." " Did you never hear of such a tiling as a second-hand pistol ? And do you think an assassin would make use of a pistol with his own initials upon it to commit murder ? I do not." " Not the professional assassin. But wc are all agreed that this 300 The Day will come. murder was an act of vengeance — for some reason at present un- known — and tlio semi-lunatic who would commit murder for such a motive would not be likely to do his work very neatly. His brain would be fevered by passion or alcohol, in all probability, and he would go to work blindly." "That is no more than a theory, and my experience has shown me that such theories are generally falsified by fact. The murder was so far neatly done that the murderer got clear off, in spite of a most rigorous search. I doubt if the pistol, with initials which may belong to anybody in the world, will lielp us to track him after more than a year." " Then you mean to do nothing in the matter ? " " I think not. I cannot see my way to doing anything at present ; but if you like to take the pistol to Scotland Yard and see what impression it makes upon the experts there " " I should much like to do so. I cannot ignore the fact that so long as Sir Godfrey's murderer remains undiscovered, tliere is a possibility of peril for you and for Juanita, and for Juanita's child. Who can tell whether that deadly hatred is appeased — whether the man who killed yom- daughter's husband is not on the watch to kill you or your daughter — when he sees his opportunity ? " " As for myself, I must take my chance. I would to God that the ball had struck me instead of my son-in-law. It would have been better — a Hghter chastisement. I have lived my life. I have done all I ever hoped to do in this world. A few years, more or less, could matter very little to me. "And yet, life is sweet, Theodore, life is sweet ! However heavily we are handicapped, we most of us would choose to finish our race." There was infinite melancholy in his tone, the melanchol}' of a man who sees the shadows of a great despair darkening round him, the melancholy of a man who gives up the contest of life, and feels that he is beaten. "Do not say anything to my wife about this business," he said ; " let her be happy as long as she can. She has not forgotten last summer, but she is beginning to be something like what she was before that blow fell upon us. The advent of Juanita's baby has woi'ked wonders. There is something to look forward to in that child's existence. Life is no longer a cul-de-sac." " There is one thing to be done," said Theodore, after an interval of silence. " The bullet was kept, of course." "Yes, it is in the possession of the pohce, I believe." "Would it not be well to ascertain if it fits the pistol you have in your pocket ? " " Yes. I wiU go to the station to-morrow and look into that." There was no more said about the pistol that evening. Tlieodore felt that it would be cruelty to dwell upon the subject, seeing that The Day will ctmie. 301 his kinsman hail boon deeply alTocted by the dLscovcry, and ihat he was oppressed by a gloom which he strove in vain to shake otV. It was evident to Theodore that those initials on the pistol had a terrible meaning for Lord Cheriton, that he recognized in those initials the evidence of an injured husband's vengeance, a hatred which had been undiminished by the lapse of years. He told himself that the tardiness of that revenge might ho accounted for by various contingencies, any one of which would lessen the improbability of that long interval between the wrong done and the retribution exacted. It might be that the murderer had been an exile in a distant world. It might be that he had been a criminal fretting himself against the bars of a felon's prison, nursing his anger in the dull, dead days of penal servitude. Such things have been. It was clear to Theodore Dalbrook that in those initials upon the Colt's revolver lay the clue to the murderer, and that Lord Cheriton shrank with horror from the revelation which those two letters might bring about. Yet, whatever e\'il might come upon the master of Cheriton out of the secret past, it was vital that the murderer should be found, lest his second crime should be more hideous than his first; and Theodore was resolved that he would spare no eflbrt in the endeavour to find him, living or dead, " Cod grant that I may lind a grave rather than the living man," he thought, " for Chcriton's sake. God grant that he may be spared the humiliation of having his story told to all the world." He went into Cheriton village early upon the following afternoon, and dro])ped in upon the doctor, an old inhabitant, whose fatlicrand gi-andfatlier before him had prescribed for all the parish, rich and poor. ]\Ir. Dolby, ^Jrt?' excellence, Dr. Dolby, was a bachelor, a snare, sharp-visagcd man of about forty, social and expansive, a Keen sportsman, and a good billiard player, a man whose lines had been set in pleasant places, fur he had inherited a roomy old cottage, with capacious stabling, and twenty acres of the fattest meadow- land in Cheriton parish, and he led exactly that kind of life which his soul loved. It would have been no gain to such a man to have changed places with Baron Rothschild or Lord Salisbury. Ho would have been in all that constitutes liuman happiness a loser by such an exchange. So cheery a person was naturally popular in a nari'ow world like Cheriton, and Mr. Dolby was a general favourite, a favom-ite in polite society, and in the billiard-room at the Ciicriton Arms, which, in default of a club, served as the afternoon and evening rendezvous for lawyer, doctor, and the tenant-fiirmcrs of a gentlemanly class — the smock-frock farmers and tradespeople liaving their own particular meeting place at the Old House at Home, a public-hbuse at the other end of tiie village. Theodore had knoNNH Mr. Dolliy from his childhood, and the medical adviser of Cheritou 302 The Day luill come. was an occasional dropper-in at the luncheon table in Cornhill, when business transactions with his tailor or his banker took him to the county town. There was nothing unusual, therefore, in Theodore's afternoon call at Dovecotes, a somewhat picturesque name which had been given to the doctor's domicile by his predecessor, who had devoted his later years to an ardent cultivation of Barbs and Jacobins and other aristocratic birds, and who had covered a quarter of an acre of garden gi'ound with pigeon-houses of various construction. Theodore found Mr. Dolby smoking his afternoon pipe in the seclusion of his surgery. He had made a long morning round, had driven something between twenty and thirty miles, and considered himself entitled to what he called his otium cum whisky and water, which refreshment stood on a small table at his elbow while he lolled in his capacious easy chair. He welcomed his visitor with effusion, and insisted on calling for another syphon, and haAdng another little table arranged at the elbow of the other easy chair. "Make yourself comfortable, old chap, and let us have a jaw," he said. "I haven't seen you for ages. Are you at the Chase?" They talked of the usual village topics, glanced at the great world of politics, speculated npon the prospects of the shooting season, and then Theodore approached the real business of his visit. " There is a fellow I am interested in from a business point of view," he began, " who has been hanging about this place, off and on, for the last five and twenty years, I believe, though I have never happened to meet him. He is a drinking man, and altogether a bad lot ; but it is my business to hunt him down." " On account of some property, I suppose ? " '• Yes, on account of some property. Now, I know what an observer you are, Dolby, and what a wonderful memory you have " "I haven't wasted it up in London," interjected Dolby. "A week in Oxford Street and the Strand would take ten years off my memory. It's pretty clear at present, thank God. WeU, now, what about this fellow, what kind of a fellow is he — a gentleman or a cad?" " He was once a gentleman, but he may have tumbled pretty low by this time. He was gomg down hill at a good pace five and twenty years ago." "Egad, then he must be at the bottom of the hill, I take it. What is he like — fat or lean, dark or fair, short or tall? " " A tall man, fair complexion, a man who has once been handsome, a showy-looking man," answered Theodore, quoting the house- agent. The Day luill come. 303 " That will do. Yes, just such a man as that was at the Arms one night — six — eight — upon my word I believo it must have been ten years ago. A man who put on a good deal of side, tliough his clothes were no end seedy — ragged edges to his trousers, don't you know — and though his hand shook like an aspen leaf. I played a fifty game with him, and I should say, tliougli I beat him easy, that he had once been a fine player. Ho was in wi'ctched form, poor creature, but " " Ten years ago, do you really think it was as long ago you saw him ? " " I know it was. It would be in seventy-four, that was the year Potter was returned for Screwraouth. I remember wo were all talking of the election the night that fellow was there. Yes, I remember him perfectly ; a tall, fair man, a wreck, but with tho traces of former good looks. I fancy he must have been a soldier. He sle[)t at the Arms that night, and I met him rather early next morning, before nine o'clock, coming away from the Chase — met liim within ten yards of the West Lodge." " Did ho talk about Lord Chcriton?'" "A good deal — talked rather wild, too — and would have black- guarded your cousin if we hadn't shut him up pretty sharply. He pretended to have been intimate with Jiim before he made his way at the Bar, and he talked in the venomous way a man who has been a failure very often does talk about a man who has been a success. It's only human nature, I suppose. There's a spice of venom ia human nature." " Have you never seen this man at Cheritou since that occasion — never within the last ten years ? " "Never, and I should be inclined, looking at the gentleman from a ])rofessional pohit of view, to believe that he must have been under the turf for a considerable portion of that period. I don't think there could have been three years' life in the man I played billiards with that evening. Hard lines for him, poor beggar, if tliero was property coming to him. He looked as if he wanted it bad enough." " What had he been doing at the Chase, do you suppose ? " " I haven't the least idea. I was driving in my cart when I passed him. I looked back and watchorl liim for two or three minutes. Ho was walking very slowly, and with a langin'd air, like a man who was not used to walking. Ten years — no, Tliondore — I don't think it's possible such a shaky subject as that could have lasted ten years. One certainly does see very miserable creatures crawling on for years after they have been ticketed for tiio under- taker — but this man — no — I don't think he could hdld out long after that October morning. I fancy he was booked for a quick passage." 304 The Day will come. " He may have pulled himself together, and turned over a new leaf." " Too old, and too far gone for that." " Or what if he had done something bad and got himself shut up for a few years ? " "Penal servitude do you mean? Well, that might do some- thing ! It's a very severe regimen for the habitual drunkard — and it means kill or cure. In this case I should say decidedly kill." " But it might cure." "I should think the chances of cure were as two in two hundred. I won't say it would be impossible, not having examined the patient — but so far as observation can teach a man anything, observation taught me that the case was hopeless." " And yet it is my belief that this man was at Cheriton some time last year. You know everybody, and talk to everybody, my dear Dolb}'. I wish you'd find out for me whether I am right? " " I'll do my best," answered Mr. Dolby cheerfully, " If the man has been seen by anybody in the village I ought to be able to hear about him. Everybody was tremendously on the look-out last year, after the murder, and no stranger could have escaped observation." " Perhaps not — but before the murder " " Anybody who had been seen shortly before the murder would have been remembered and talked about. You can have no idea of the intense excitement that event caused among us. We seemed to talk of nothing else, and to think of nothing else for months." " And you suppose that if the man I want had been about — for a few hours only, just long enough to come and go aAvay again on that fatal night, he would have been remembered ? " " I am sure of it. He would have inevitably been taken for the murderer. Remember, we were all on the alert, ready to fix upon the first suspicious-looking person our memory could suggest to us." " Do you think Johnson would remember the man ? " Johnson was the proprietor of the Cheriton Arms. " ]My dear fellow, did you ever find Johnson's memory available about any transaction six months old ? Johnson's memory is steeped in beer, buried in flesh. Johnson is a perambulating barrel of forgetfulness— a circumambulatory hogshead of stupidity. Ask Johnson to tell you the Christian name of his grandmother, and I would venture a new hat he would be maable to answer you. There is nothing to be got out of mine host of the Cheriton Arms. Be sure of that." " I'm afraid you are right," said Theodore. He felt as if he had come to a point at which there was no thoroughfare. There was the pistol, with the initials '' T. D.," and The Day will come. 305 he had made up liis mind that the man for whom tliosc initials liad been engi'aved was the man who f^ave his uanio as Danvers when ho called upon the liousc-agent, the man whose wife had been known for j'ears as Mrs. Danvers. He had made up his mind that this man and no other had murdered (Jodfrcy Carmichael — that many years alter the wife's death the husband liad returned from exile or imprisonment, embittered so much the more, so much the more vindictive, so nmch the more malipjnant for all that ho had suffered in that interval, and had taken the first opportunity to attack a hated household. That he would strike again if he should bo allowed to live and be at large Theodore had no doubt. A second murder, and a third nuu-der, seemed the natural secpience of the first. He remembered the murders of the Jermys at Stanfield Hall — the savage hatred which tried to slay four people, two of whom were utterly unconnected with the wrong that called for vengeance. In the face of such a story as that of the murderer Rush, who could say that Theodore's a])i)rehension of an insatiable malignity, wreaking itself in further bloodshed, was gi'oundless ? He left Dovecotes disheartened, hardly knowing what his next step was to be, and very hopeless of tracking a man who had so contrived as to be unseen ujion his deadly errand. He must have come and gone verily like a thief in the night, sheltered by darkness, meeting no one ; and yet there was the evidence of the servants at the inquest, who swore to having heard mysterious footsteps outside the house late at night upon more than one occasion shortly before the murder. If the murderer had been about upon several nights, creeping round by the open windows of the reception rooms, watching his opportiniity, what had ho done with himself in the day? Where had he hidden liimself; how had ho evaded the prying eyes of a village, which is all eyes, all ears for the unex- plained stranger ? 3o6 The Day will come. CHAPTEK XXIX. "When haughty expectations prostrate lie And grandeur crouches like a guiltj' thing." Theodore walked moodily along the lane leading to the West Gate, brooding over discrepancies and difficulties in the case which ho had set himself to unravel. As he drew near Mrs. Porter's cottage he saw Lord Cheriton come out of the porch, unattended. He came slowly down the steps to the gate, with his head bent, and his shoulders stooping wearily, an attitude which was totally unhke his usual erect carriage, an attitude which told distinctly of mental trouble. Theodore overtook him, and walked by liis side, at the risk of being considered intrusive. He was very curious as to his kinsman's motive for visiting Mrs. Porter, after yesterday's conversation about Mercy. " Have you been trying to bring about a reconciliation between mother and daughter ? " he asked. " No. I have told you that little good could result from bringing those two obstinate spirits together. You have seen for yourself what the daughter can be — how perverse, how cruel, what a creature of prejudice and whim. The mother's nature is still harder. What good could come of bringing such a daughter back to such a mother ? No, it was with no hope of reconciliation that I called upon Mrs. Porter. I have been thinking very seriously of your friend Ramsay's suggestion of mental trouble. I regret that I did not act upon the hint sooner, and get my friend Mainwaring to see her, and advise upon the case. I shall certainly consult him about her — but as he has a very important practice, and a large establishment under his care, it may be very difficult for him to come to Cheriton. I think, therefore, it might be well to send her up to the neighbourhood of London — to some quiet northern suburb, for instance, within half an hour's drive of Mainwaiing's asylum, which is near Cheshunt ; then, if it should be deemed advisable to place her under restraint for a time — ^though I cannot suppose that likely — the business could be easily accomphshed. " Your idea then would be " "To take her up to London, with her servant, as soon as I have found comfortable lodgings for her in a quiet neighbourhood. I have TJie Day tvill come. 307 proposed the journey to lier tliis afternoon, on the ground of. licr being out of healtli and in need of special advice. I told her that people had remarked uj)on her altered appearance, and that I was anxious she should have the liest medical care. She did not deny that she was ailing. I think, therefore, there will he very little difficulty in getting her away when I am ready to remove her." " What is your own impression as to her mental condition ? " " I regret to say that my imjn-ession very much resembles that of your friend. I see a great change in her since I last had any conversation Avith her. Yes, I fear that there is something amiss, and that it is no longer well for her to live in that cottage, with a young girl for her only companion. It would be iar better for her to be in a private asylum — where, hers being a very mild case, life might be made easy and agreeable for her. I know my friend Mainwaring to be a man of infinite benevolence, and that there would be nothing wanting to lighten her burden." He sighed heavilj'. There was a look in his face of imutterable care, of a despondency which saw no issue, no ray of light far off in the thickening gloom. Theodore thought ho looked aged by several years since yesterday, as if the evidence of the pistol had struck him to the heart. " He knows now that it was his own sin that brought about this evil," thought Theodore. He could conceive the agony of the fothcr's heart, knowing that for his own -wTong-doing his innocent daughter had been called upon to make so terrible an expiation. He could penetrate into the dark recesses of the sinner's mind, where remorse for that early error, and for all the false stejis which it had necessitated, dominated every other thought. Till yesterday James Dalbrook might have supposed In's sin a thing of the past, atoned for and forgiven — its evil consequences suilered in the past, the account ruled olf in the book of late, and the acquittance given. To-day he knew that his sin had cost him his daughter's happiness ; and over and above tliat horror of the past there lay before him the hazard of some still gi'eater horror in the future. Could anybody wonder that his eyes were sunken and dull, as thoj^ never had been before within Theodore's memory ? Could any! )ody wonder at the strained look in the broad, open forehead, beneath which tho eyes looked out wide apart under strongly-marked brows; or at the hard lines about the mouth, which told of shaqjest mental pain ? Late that evening, when Lady Chcriton had gone to bod, Theo- dore approached the subject of the jiistol. "Did you compare the ball with the revolver that was fdund yesterday? " he asked. "Yes. The ball fits the bore. T don't know that tho fact goes 3o8 The Day will come. to prove mucli — but so far as it goes it is now in the knowledge of our local police. Unfortunately they are not the most brilliant intellects I know of." " If you Avill let me have the pistol to-night before we go to bed I will go up to town by an early train to-morrow and take it to Scotland Yard, as you suggested." " I suggested nothing of the kind, my dear Theodore. I attach very little importance to the discovery of the pistol as a means towards discovering the murderer. I said you might take it to Scotland Yard if you liked — that was all." " I should like to do so. I should feel better satisfied " " Oh, satisfy yourself, by all means," interrupted Lord Cheriton irritably. " You are great upon the science of circumstantial evidence. There is the pistol," taking it out of a drawer in the large wi-iting-table. " Do what you like with it." " You are not offended with me I hope ? " " No, I am only tired — tired of the whole business, and of the everlasting talk there has been about it. If it is a vendetta, if the hand that killed Godfrey Carmichael is to kill me, and my daughter, and her son — if my race is to be eradicated from the face of this earth by an unappeasable hatred I cannot help my fate. I cannot parry the impending blow. Nor can you or Scotland Yard protect me from my foe, Theodore." " Scotland Yard may find your foe and lock him up." " I doubt it. But do as you please." Theodore's train left Wareham at nine o'clock. There was a still earlier train at seven, by which farmers and other enterprising spirits who wanted to take time by the forelock were accustomed to travel ; but to be in time for the nine o'clock train Theodore had to leave Cheriton at a quarter to eight, and to drive to the distant town in the dog-cart made and provided for station work, and drawn by one of two smart cobs kept for the purpose. He left the park by the West Gate. He had to wait longer than usual for the opening of the gate ; and when the chubby-cheeked maid-servant came down the steps with a key in her hand and unlocked the gate there was that in her manner which indicated a fluttered mind. " Oh, if you please, sir, I'm sorry to keep you waiting so long, but I couldn't find the key just at first, though I thought I'd hung it up on the nail last night after I locked the gate — but I was so upset at my mistress leaving so suddenly — never saying a word about it beforehand — that I hardly knew what I was doing." Theodore stopped the groom as he drove through the gate. He had a few minutes to spare, and could aft'ord himself time to question the girl, who had a look of desiring to be interrogated. TJie Day will come. 309 '■What is tliis about your mistress leaving suddenly? " he asked" " Do you mean that Mrs. Porter has gone away — on a journey." " Yes, indeed, sir. She that never left homo before since I was a child — for I've known her ever since I can remember, and never knew her to be away for so much as a single night. And the first thing this morning when I was lighting the kitchen fire she opens the door and just looks in and says — * Martha, I'm going to London. Don't expect me back till you see me. There's a letter on the parlour table,' she says. ' Let it lie there till it's called for — don't you touch it, nor yet the box,' and she shuts the kitchen door and walks off just as quietly as if she was going to early church, as she has done many a time before it was daylight. I was that upset that I knelt before the stove a good few minutes before I could realize that she was gone — and then I run out and looked after her. She was almost out of sight, walking up tlie lane towards Cheriton." "Had she no luggage — did she take nothing with her? " " Nothing. Not so much as a hand-bag." *' What time was this ? " " It struck six a few minutes after I went hack to the kitchen." " What about the letter — and the box your mistress spoke of? " '•There they are, sir, on the parlour table, where she left thorn. Till not going to touch them," said the girl, with emphasis. " She told me not, and I'm not going to disobey her." " To whom is the letter addressed ? " " Do you mean who it's for, sir ? " "Yes." " It's for his lordship — and it's to lie there till his lordship sends for it." "In that case I may as well give it to his lordship's servant, who can take it up to the house iiresentlj'." " I don't know if that will be right, sir. She said it was to be called for." " Then we call for it. I, his lordship's cousin, and James, his lordship's groom. Won't that do for you ? " " I suppose that will be right, sir," the girl answered doubtfully. "The letter and the box are both on the table, and I wasn't to interfere with either of 'em, and I'm not going to it. That's all I can say." The girl was swollen with the importance of her mission as being associated with a mystery, and she was also in lively dread of her very severe nu'stress, who might come down the lane at any moment and surju-ise her in some act of dereliction. Theodore passed her by and went into the sitting-room where he had taken tea with the Kcmpstcrs and Cuthbert IJamsay. A letter lay on the carved oak taltle in front of the window, and beside the letter there stood a waluut-wood box, eighteen inches 3IO The Day will come. by nine. The letter was addressed, in a bold, characteristic hand, to Lord Cheriton. To be called for. The box had a small brass plate upon the lid, and a name engraved upon the plate — Thomas C. Dakcy, 9th Foot. No one who had ever seen such a box before could doubt that this was a pistol-case. It was unlocked, and Theodore lifted the lid. One pistol lay in its place, neatly fitted into the velvet-lined receptacle. The place for the second pistol was vacant. Theodore took the Colt's revolver from his pocket and fitted it into the place beside the other pistol. It fitted exactly, and the two pistols were alike in all respects — alike as to size and fashion, alike as to the little silver plate upon the butt, and the initials, " T. D." Thomas Darcy! Darcy was tlie name of Evelyn Strangway's husband, and one of those pistols which had belonged at some period to Evelyn Strangway's husband had been found in the well in the fruit garden, and the other ia possession of Lord Cheriton's protegee and pensioner, the humble dependant at his gates, Mrs. Porter. Theodore changed his mind as to his plan of procedure. He did not send Mrs. Porter's letter to Lord Cheriton by the groom as he had intended, after he himself had been driven to Wareham. His journej' to London might be deferred now; indeed, in his present condition of mind, he was not the man to mterview the authorities of Scotland Yard. He left Mrs. Porter's letter in its place beside the pistol-case, and wrote a hasty line to his kinsman at Mrs. Porter's writing-table, where all the materials for con-espondence were arranged ready to his hand. " The West Lodge, 8.15. Pray come to me here at once, if you can. I have made a terrible discovery. There is a letter for you. Mrs. Porter has gone to London." He put these lines into &\\ envelope, sealed it, and then took it out to the groom, who was waiting stolidly, neatly tickling the cob's ears now and again, with an artistic circular movement of the lash, which brought into play all the power and ease of his wn'st. " Drive back to the house with that note as fast as you can," said Theodore, " and let his lordship know that I am waiting for him here." The Day will conic. 3 1 1 CHAPTER XXX. ' ' Thy love and bate are both unwise ones, lady." " Well, Theodore, wliat is your discovery? " asked Lord Chcriton lialf an hour later, the two men standing face to face in Mrs. Porter's sitting-room, amidst the silence of the summer morning, a gigantic bee buzzing in the brown velvet lieart of a tall simflower, painfully audible to the younger man's strained cars. ''There is a letter, sir. You had better read that before I say anything," answered Theodore. It was years since he had called his cousin sir, not since lie had been a schoolboy, and had been encouraged to open his mind upon ])olitics or cricket, over his single glass of claret, after ditnier. On those occasions a boyish respect for gi-eatness had prompted tho ceremonioTis address ; to-day it came to his lips involuntarily — as if a barrier of ice were suddenly interposed between himself and the man he had esteemed and admired for so many years of his life. LordCheriton held the letter in his hand unopened, while he stood looking at the pistol-case, where both pistols occupied their places — one bright and undamaged, the other rusted and spoilt, as to outward appearance at least. He was ghastly pale, but not much more so than he had looked yesterday after he left Mrs. Porter's cottage. "That is my discovery," said Theodore, ]iointing to the pistols. "I stopped short in my journey to Scotland Yard when 1 found that case upon the table here. I want to secure Juanita and her son from the possibilities of an insatiable hatred — but I don't want to bring trouble — or disgrace — upon you, if I can help it. You liave always been good to me. Lord Chcriton. You have regarded the claims of kindred. It would be base in nn; if I wore to forget that you are of my own blood — that you have a right to ray allegiance. Tell me, for God's sake, what I am to do. Tnist me, if yoi can. I know so much already that it will be wisest and best for you to let mo know all — so that I may help you to find the murderer, and to avoid any reopening of old wounds." " I doubt if you or any one else can help me, Theodore," said Lord Cheriton wearily, looking straight before him through the open ,12 The Day will come. lattice and across the little flower-garden where the roses were still in their plenitude of colour and perfume. " I doubt if all my worldly experience will enable me to help myself even. There is a pass to which a man may come in his life — not wholly by his own fault — at which his case seems hopeless. He sees himself suddenly brought to a dead stop, deep in the mire of an impassable road, and with the words ' No thoroughfare ' staring him in the face. I have come to just tliat point." " Oh, but there is alwaj^s an issue from every difficulty for a man of courage and resolution," said Theodore. "I know you are not a man to be easily broken down by Fate. I am half in the light and half in the dark. It must have been the owner of that pistol who killed Godfrey Carmichael — but how came the case and the fellow- pistol into Mrs. Porter's possession? Was she that man's accomplice? And who was he, and what was he, that she should be associated with him ? " " You believe that it was a man who fired that pistol? " " Most assuredly. I believe it was the man whose wife lived for many years at Myrtle Cottage, Camberwell Grove ; the man who called upon a house-agent at Camberwell to make inquiries about his wife, and who called himself by the name she bore in the neighbour- hood — the name of Danvers. Danvers may have been only an alias for Darcy, and in that case the man who called upon tlie agent was the husband of Evelyn Strangway, and the woman who lived for so many years in the seclusion of Myitle Cottage was old Squire Strangway's only daughter, and Captain Darcy's runaway vdfe." "And you think Tom Darcy murdered my son-in-law?" asked Lord Cheriton, with a ghastly smile. " I do." "And what do you suppose to have been the motive of that murder? " " Revenge — revenge upon the man who tempted his wife away from him." " The cur who ill-used and neglected his wife — whose conduct drove her from her wretched home, and justified her abandonment of him — was never man enough to conceive such a revenge, or to hate with such a hatred. However, in this case we need not enter upon the question of motive. There is one reason why Tom Darcy cannot be suspected of any part in Sir Godfrey's murder. He died nine years ago, and was buried at my expense in Norwood Cemetery." " Great God ! then who could have fired that pistol? " " The answer to that question is most likely here," repHed Lord Cheriton quietly, as he tore open the envelope of Mi's. Porter's letter. The letter was brief but comprehensive, and all-sufficing. The Day will come. 313 " You know now who killed your cherished daughter's hubbiiud. If slie is like me she will carry her sorrow to the gi'ave. If she is like nie all her days will he darkened by cruel memories. Your broken promise blighted my life. I have blij^dited her hfe — an eyo for an eye. 1 told you three and twenty years ago that a day would come when you would be sorry for havuig abandoned me. I think that day Ims come. " Evelyn D.vecy." Lord Chcriton handed the letter to his kinsman without a word. " Since you know so much of my history you may as well know all," he said ; " so know the thorny pillow which a man makes for himself when he sacriiices the best years of his life to an illicit love." Theodore read those ghastly lines in silence. The signature told all. " What in Heaven's name brought Evelyn Strangway to be a lodgekeeper at the entrance of the house where she was born?" he asked, at last. "How could you permit such a life-long humilia- tion ? " '• It was her o^\^l desire — it was at her insistence I allowed her to come here. I opposed her fancy with all my power of argument, with all the strength of opposition. I ollered to provide her with a home in town or country — at home or abroad — near at hand or at the Antipodes. I oilcrcd to settle four hundred a year upon her — to suik capital to that amount — to make her future and that of — our child — secure against the chances of late." "Your child — j\Iercy ! " exclaimed Theodore. " Yes, ]\Iercy. My daughter and hers. You understand now why she refused my help. She would take nothing from her father. There was a like perversity in mother and daughter, a determination to make me (hiiik the cup of remorse to the dregs. Oh, Theodore, it is a long and shameful story. To you — for the first time in my life — to you only among mankind these lips have spoken of it. I have kept my secret. I have broodeil upon it in the slow hours of many and many a wakeful night. I have never forgotten — I have not been allowed to forget. If time could have erased or softened that bitter memory under other conditions I know not ; but for mo the case was hojieless. IMy victim was there, at my gates, a perpetual memento of my folly and my wrong-doing." " Strange that a woman of retinement and education should elect to fill so degrading a position ! " *' Perhaps only a relincd and highly educated woman could have devised so refined a punishment. ' Let me live near yon,' she pleaded ; ' let me live at the gate of the jiark I loved so well when 1 was a child— let me see you pass sometimes — open the gate for you and just see you go by — without a word, without a look even upon 314 The Day will come. your part. It will be some consoLation for me in my lonely, loveless life. I shall know that at least I am not forgotten.' Forgotten ? as if it had been possible for me to forget, in the liappiest circumstances, even if she had made for herself a liome at the farthest extremity of Europe, or in the remotest of our colonies. As it was, her presence embittered the place I loved — the gi'eat reward and aim of my hfe. Her shadow fell across my young wife's pathway — her influence darkened all my days." He began to pace np and down the little room ■with a feverish air. He seemed to find a sort of relief in talking of this burden which he had borne so long in secret — home with a smile upon his lips, suffering that silent agony which strong men have borne again and again in the history of mankind, carrying their silent punishment upon them till the grave revealed the hidden canker, and laid bare the festering wound which had rankled misuspected by the world. " She was cruelly treated by her husband, Theodore. A yoimg and beautiful woman, married to a profligate and a sot. It had been a love-match, as the world cafls it — that is to say, a marriage brought about by a schoolgirl's impatience to break her bonds, and a woman's first delight in hearing herself called beautiful. She had flung herself away upon a handsome reprobate; and three or four years after marriage she found herself alone and neglected in a shabby lodging in one of the squalidest streets off the Strand. I can see the wretched rooms she lived in, to-day, as I stand here- — the lodging- house furniture, the dingy curtains darkening the dirty windows looking into the dirty street. What a home for youth and beauty ! " He paused, with an impatient sigh, took another turn across the narrow space, and then resumed : "Our acquaintance began by accident — under an umbrella. I met them together one night, husband and Avife, leaving the little Strand Theatre in the rain. I heard him tell her that it was not worth while to take a cab, they were so near home ; and something in her proud, handsome face and her contemptuous way of repljang to him caught my attention and interested me in her. I offered my umbrella, and we all three walked to Essex Street together. Just in that fortuitous way began the alliance which was to give its colour to all ray life. The husband cultivated my acquaintance — was glad to meet me at my club — and dined with me as often as I cared to asked him. We used to go to Essex Street after dining together, and finish the evening with her, and so by degrees I came to know all about her-— that she was the only daughter of the owner of Cheriton Chase ; that she was very handsome, and very clever, though only half-educated ; that she had offended her father by her marriage, and that she had not brought her husband a penny ; that he neglected her, and that he drank ; and that she was miserable. I The Day will come. 315 came to know this very soon ; I cajnc vcrj' poon to love her. She was the first woman I liacl ever cared for, and I loved her passionately." He took another tnrn, and sighed again, regi'etfully, despairingly, as one who looks back upon the pallid ghost of a love that has long been dead. " It began with pity. I was so soiTy for her, poor soul, her wasted life, her slighted beauty. God knows that for a long time I had no thought of sin. Gradually the yearning to see more of her, to bring some brightness and i)leasuro into her life, became too strong for prudence, and I persuaded her to meet me unknown to her husband. We planned little excursions, innocent enough in themselves, a mornmg drive and a modest luncheon at Richmond, or Greenwich, or Jack Straw's Castle, a trip to Hampton Court or Windsor by boat or rail. She had hardly any acquaintances in London, and there was little fear of her being recognized. We went to a theatre together now and then, and sat in a dark stage box, happy, talking of an impossible future in the intervals of the performance. We never said as much, but I think we had both a vague idea that Providence would help us — that her husband would die young, and leave us free to bo happy together. Yes, we were very fond of each other, very single-hearted in those days. She was only two and twenty, remember, and I was still a young man." Another pause, another sigh, and a look across tho roses, as if across the long lapse of years to an imforgotten past. " Heaven knows how long we might have gone on in this way, without sin, if not without treacherj' to the husband, who cared so little for his wife that it seemed scarcely dishonourable to deceive him. Our fate was precipitated by circumstances. Darcy sur- prised a little note of mine, asking Evelj'n to meet me at a theatre. He attacked his wife brutally, refused to believe anything except the worst. He called her by names that were new and hideous to her ear, and her soul rose up in arms against him. She defied him, ran out of the house, took a cab, and came to my chambers in tlie foggy November evening. Slie came to me helpless, friendless, with no one in this wide world to love her or to j)rotect her, except me. This was the turning-j)oint. Of course she could not stay there to bo seen by my clerk and my laundress. I took her to Salisbmy that night, and we spent a fortnight moving from village to village along tho south coast of Devonshire. My liopo was that Darcy would apply for a divorce, and that in less than a year I might m.ake the woman I loved my wife. I rejoiced in tlie thought of his obscurity and hers. Tho record of tho case would pass imuoticed in the papers, and years hence, ■when I should have made a position at the Bar, nobody need know tliat tho wife I loved and honoured was once the nmaway wife of another man. I had argued without aHowing for the malignity of 3i6 The Day will come. a cur. Davcy wrote his wife one of the most diaboHcal letters that ever was penned by man ; he wi'caked his vemon upon her— upon her, the weaker sinner ; he called her by all the vile epithets in his copious vocabulary, and he told her that she shoidd never have the right to the name of an honest woman, for that he would sooner hang himself than divorce her. And so she was to drag her chain for the rest of his days ; and so she was to pay the bitter price of having trusted her young life to a low-bred scoundrel." "Hard luck for both of you," said Theodore. " Yes, it was indeed hard luck. If you could know how truly and entirely I loved her ia those days — how completely happy we should have been in each other's society, but for the embittering consciousness of our false position. Cut off by his malevolence from escape by divorce, we naturally hoped for a day when we should be released by his death. His habits were not those which conduce to length of years. " We talked of the future — we had our plans and dreams about that life which was to be ours in after-days, when I should be making a large income, and when she would be really my wife. With that hope before her she was content to live in the strictest seclusion, to economize in every detail of our existence, to know no pleasure except that of my society. Never did a handsome woman resign herself to a duller or more unselfish existence — and yet I beheve for the first few years she was happy. We were both happy — and we were full of hope. "I remember the day she first suggested to me that I shouxd buy Cheriton Chase when it came into the market. I was begin- ning to be employed in important cases, and to get big fees marked upon my briefs, and I had taken silk. I had made my name, and I was saving money. Yet the suggestion that I should buy a large estate was too wild for any one but a woman to have made. From that hour, however, it was Evelyn's idee fixe. She had a passionate love for her birthplace, an overweening pride in her race and name. She urged me to accumulate money — the estate would be sacrificed at half its value, perhaps, — would go for an old song. She became rigidly economical, would hardly allow herself a new gown, and her keenest delight was in the deposit notes I brought her, as my money accumulated at the Union Bank. She had no idea of investments, or interest for my accumulations. Her notions about money were a child's notions — the idea of saving a large sum to buy the desire of her heart ; and the desire of her heart was Cheriton Chase. " God knows I was honest and earnest enough in those days. I meant to buy that estate, for her sake, if it was possible to be done. I meant to many her directly she was free to become my wife. My fidehty had not wavered after a union of ten years and more — but The Day will come. 317 Darcy was very far from dyinp;. lie had hunted out his wife in her quiet retreat, had threatcneil and annoyed her, and I had heea obliged to buy him oft' by paying liis passage to Canada — wliere he had been quartered -rtith his regiment j-ears before, and which he pretended would open a new field for him. Our case, so far as he was concerned, seemed hopeless, and I was beginning to feel the darkness of the outlook, when I made Maria Morales' acquaint- ance. " It was the old, old story, Theodore. God forbid you should ever go through that hackneyed experience. Just as the old chain was beginning to drag heavily, a new face appeared upon my path- way — a girlish face, bright with promise and hope. I saw the opportunity of a union wliicli would smooth my way to a great position — crown the edifice of my fortune, give me a wife of whom I might be proud. Could I ever have been proud of the woman who had sacrificed her good name for my sake ? I was bound to her by every consideration of honour and duty. But there was the fatal stain across both our lives. I could not take her into society wthout the fear of hearing malignant whispers as we passed. How- ever well these social secrets may be kept, there is always some enemy to hunt them out, and the antecedents of James Dalbrook's ^vife would have been public property. " And here was a beautiful and innocent girl who loved me well enough to accept me as her husband although I was twenty years her senior, loved me with that youthful upward-looking love which is of all sentiments the most attractive to a man who has lived a hard work-a-day life in a hard work-a-day world. To spend an hour with Maria was to feel a Sabbath peaccfulncss which solaced and refreshed my soul. I felt ten years younger when I was with her than I felt in my own — home." He stopped, with a heart-broken sigh. " Oh, Theodore, beware of such burdens as that which I laid upon my shoulders ; beware of such a chain as I wound about my steps. What a dastard a man feels himself when his love begins to cool for the woman who cast her life upon one chance — who leans upon him as the beginning and end of her existence. I have walked up and dowTi tlie quiet pathway before Myrtle Cottage for an hour at a stretch, dreading to go in, lest she should read my treason in my face. The break came at last — suddenly. I jmltered with my fate for a long time. I carried on a kind of Platonic flirta- tion with Maria Morales, taking monstrous pains to let her know that I never meant to go beyond Platonics — reminding her of the difference of our ages, and of my almost paternal regard — the vain subterfuge of a self-deluded man. One moment of impulse swept away all barriers, and I left Onslow Square Maria's engaged liusband. Her father's generosity precipitated matters. Squire Strangway had 3i8 The Day will come. o been dead nearly a year, and the estate was in the hands of the mortgagee, wlio had been trying to sell it for some time. My futm'c father-iu-law was eager for the purchase directly I suggested it to him, and my wife's dowry afforded me the means of realizing Evelyn's long-cherished dream." " Cruel for her, poor creature." " Cruel — brutal — diabolical ! I felt the blackness of my treason, and yet it had been brought about by circumstances rather than by any deliberate act of mine. I had to go to the woman who still loved me, and still trusted me, and tell her wliat I was going to do. I had to do this, and I did it — ^by word of mouth — face to face — not resorting to the coward's expedient of pen and ink. God help me, the memory of that scene is with me now. It was too terrible for words; but after the storm came a calm, and a week later I went across to Boulogne with her, and saw her comfortably established there at a private hotel, where she was to remain as long as she liked, while she made up her mind as to her future residence. The furniture was sent to the Pantechnicon. The home, was broken up for ever." " And the daughter, where was she? " Lord Cheriton answered with a smile of infinite bitterness. " The daughter had troubled us very little. Evelyn was not an exacting mother. The child's existence was a burden to her — rendered hateful by the stigma upon her birth, which the mother could not forget. Mercy's infancy was spent in a Buckinghamshire village, in the cottage of her foster-mother. Mother and daughter never lived under the same roof till they came here together, when Mercy was seven years old." " Yet, according to village tradition, Mrs. Porter was passionately fond of her daughter, and broken-hearted at her loss." " Village tradition often lies. I do not beheve that Evelyn ever loved her child. She bitterly felt the circumstances of her birth — she bitterly resented her unhappy fate; but I believe it was her pride, her deep sense of wrong done to herself, which tortured her rather than her love for her only child. She is a strange woman, Theodore — a woman who could do that deed — a woman who could write that letter. Your friend has fathomed her imhappy secret. She was a mad Avoman when she fired that shot. She was mad when she penned that letter. And now, Theodore, I have trusted you as I have never before trusted mortal man. I have ripped open an old wound. You know all, and you see what lies before me. I have to find that woman and to save her from the conse- quences of her crime, and to save my daughter and my gi'andson from the hazards of a mad woman's malignity. You can help me, Theodore, if you can keep a cool, clear brain, and do just what I ask you to do, and no more." The Day zuill come. 319 Ho put aside his emotion witli one Btupcndous effort, and became a man of iron, cool, resolute, unllincliiui^. " I will obey you im}»licitly," said Theodore. He had been completely won by his kinsman's candour. Had James Dalbrook told him anything less than the truth ho would have despised him. As it was, he felt that he could still respect him, in spite of that fatal error, which had brought such deadly retribution. " It is early j-et," said Lord Cheriton, looking at his watch, and from that to the neat little clock on the mantelpiece, where tho hands pointed to twenty minutes past nine. " The dog-cart is waiting outside. Do you drive to the Priory and put yourself on guard there till — till that unhappy woman has been traced. You can tell Juanita that I have sent you there — that I have heard of dangerous characters being about, and that I am afraid of her being in the house with only servants. My wife shall follow you later, and can stay at tho Priory while I am away from home, which t must be, perhaps, for some time. I have to find her, Theodore." ^ " Have you any idea where she may be gone ? " " For tho moment, none. She may have made her way to the nearest river and thrown herself in. Living or dead, I have to find her. That is my business. And when 1 have found her I havo to get her put away out of tho reach of the law. That is my business." y " God help you to caiTy it through," said Theodore. " I shall stay at the Priory till I hear from you. Be so kind as to ask Lady Cheriton to bring my portmanteau and dressing-bag in her carnage this afternoon. I may tell Juanita that her mother is coming to-day, may I not?" " Decidedly ! Good-bye. God bless you, Theodore. I know that I may rely upon your holding your tongue. I know I can rely upon your active help if I should need you." And 60 with a cordial grasp of hands they parted, Theodore to take his seat in the dog-cart, and drive towards tho Priory to offer himself to his cousin as her guest for an indefinite period. It was a curious position in which he found himself; but the delight of being in Juanita's society, of being in somewise her protector, was a counterbalance to the embarrassing conditions under which he was to approach her. 320 The Day ivill come. CHAPTER XXXI. " Love's reason's without reason." The cob was all the fresher for the impatience which he had suffered in standing for nearly an hour in the lane, and he bowled the dog-cart along the level roads at a tremendous pace. Theodore arrived at the Priory before eleven, and foimd Juanita sitting on the lawn with her baby in her lap, and the dog Styx at her side. His heart leapt with gladness at the sight of her sitting there, safe and happy, in the morning sunshine, for his morbid imagination had been at work as he drove along, and he had been haunted by hideous visions of some swift and bloody act which might be done by the fugitive mad woman before he could reach the Priory. What deed might not be done by a woman in the state of mind which that woman must have been in when she left the evidence and the confession of her crime upon the table and fled out of her house in the early morning ? A silent thanksgiving went up from his heart to his God as he saw Juanita sitting in the sunshine, smiling at him, holding out her hand to him in surprised welcome. She was safe, and it was his business to guard her against that deadly enemy. He knew now whence the danger v/as to come — whose the hand he had to fear. It was no longer a nameless enemy, an iuscrutable peril from which he had to defend her. " How early you are, Theodore. Everybody is weL, I hope — there is nothing wrong at home ? " " No. Every one is well. Your father is going to London for a few days, and your mother is coming to stay with you during his absence, and I come to throw mj^self on your hospitality while she is here. His lordship has heard of some suspicious characters in your neighbourhood, and has taken it into his head that it wiU be well for you to have me as your guest until your brothers-in-law come to you for the shooting. I hope you won't mind having me, Juanita?" " IMind, no ; I am dehghted to have you, and my mother, too. I was begiiming to feel rather lonely, and had half decided on carrying baby otf to Swanage. Isn't he a fortunate boy to have two doating grandmothers ? " She checked herself with a sudden sigh, remembering in what respect the richly-dowered infant was so much poorer than other babies. " Yes, darling," she murmured, The Day zuill conic. 3 2 1 heiiiliii.ii over tlic sleeping face, rosy amidst its lace and ribbons as ii nestled against her arm. *' Yes, there is plenty of lovo for you upon earth, my fatherless one ; and, who knows, perhaps his love is watching over you in heaven." After tliis maternal interlude she remembered the obhgations of hospitality. " Have you breakfasted, Theodore ? You must have left Cheritou very early." Theodore did not tell her how early, but he confessed to having taken only a cup of tea. "Then I will order some breakfast out here for you. It is such a perfect morning. Baby and I will stay with you while you take yonr breakfast." She called the nurse, who was close by, and gave her orders, and presently the gipsy table was brought out, and a cosy breakfast was arranged upon the shining damask, and Theodore was having his roft'ee poured out for him by the loveHest hands he had ever seen, while the imrse paraded up and dowTa the la^\^l with the newly- awakened baby. '' I cannot understand my father taking an alarm of that kind," Juanita said, presently, after a thoughtful silence. " It is so unlike him. As if any harm could come to me from tramps or gipsies, or even professional burglars, with half a dozen men-servants in the house, and all my jewels safe at the Bank. Theodore, does it mean anything?" she asked, suddenly. "Does it mean that my father has found out something about tlie murder ? " He was silent, painfully embarrassed by this home question. To answer it would be to break faith with Lord Cheriton ; to refuse to answer was in some manner to break his promise to Juanita. " I must ask you to lot me leave that question unanswered for a few days," he said. " Whatever discovery has been made it is your father's discovery, and not mine. His lips alone can tell it to you." " You know who murdered my husband? " " No, Juanita, I know nothing. The light we are following may be a false one." He remembered how many lying confessions of crime had been made by lunacy since the history of crime began — how poor dis- traught creatures who would not have killed a worm had taken upon themselves the burden of notorious assassinations, and had put the police to the trouble of proving them self-accusing perjurers. Might not ^Irs. Porter be such an one as these ? " Ah ! but you are following some new hght — you are on the track of his murderer? " " I think we are. But you must be patient, Juanita. Y'ou must wait till your father may choose to speak. Tlie business is out of my hands now, and has passed into his." T The Day ivill come. '• And he is going to London to-day, you say — he is going upon that business ? " " I have said too much ahready, Juanita. I entreat you to ask me no more." She gave an impatient sigh, and turned from her cousin to tlie dog, as if he were the more interesting companion of the two. "Wei], I suppose I must be content to wait," she said ; "but if you knew what I have sufiFered — what I shaH sufifer till that mystery is solved — you would not wonder if I feel angry at being kept in the dark. Has your friend gone back to London ? " " Yes ; but he is coming again before my holiday is over. You like him, I know, Juanita," he added, looking at her somewhat earnestly. " Yes, I like him," she answered, carelessly, but with a faint blush. "I suppose most people hke him, do they not? He is so bright and clever." " I am very glad you like liim. He is the most valued friend I have — indeed, I might almost say he is the only friend I made for myself at the University. I made plenty of acquaintances, but very few I cared to meet in after-life. Ramsay was like a brother. It would have been a real grief to me if our friendship had not lasted." " He is ambitious, is he not? " " Very ambitious." "And proud?" " Very proud ; but it is a noble pride — the pride that keeps a man straight in all his doings — the pride that prefers bread and cheese in a garret to turtle and venison at a parvenu's table. He is a splendid fellow, Nita, and I am proud of his friendship." "Is he very busy, that he should be so determined to leave Dorchester ? " " Yes ; he is full of work always. I thought he might have been content to take two or three weeks' quiet reading in our sleepy old town, but he wanted to get back to the hospital. He will come back for a day or two when the whim seizes him. He has always been erratic in his pleasures, but steady as a rock in his work." TIic Day will come. CHAPTER XXXII. ' The heaviness and guilt within my lio.som Takes off my manhood." LoBD CiiERiTON put the pistol-casG under his arm and left tlie cottage. The case was covered by his loose summer overcoat, and anybody meeting him in the Park might have supposed that he was carrying a book, or might have failed to observe that he was carrying anything whatever. As it happened ho met nobody between the West Gate and the house. Ho went in at the open window of the library, locked the pistol-case in one of the capacious drawers of the large writing-table — drawers which contained many of his most important documents, and which were provided with the safest lever locks. When this was done he went to his wife's morning-room, where she was generally to be foimd at this hour, her light breakfast finished, and her newspaper-reading or letter-writing begun. " Where have you been so early, James? " she asked, looking up at him with an atfectionato smile. "I was surprised to hear you had gone out before breakfast." He looked at her in silence for a few moments — lost in thought. The beautiful and gracious face turned towards him in gentle inquiry had never frowned upon Ixim in all their years of wedded life. Never had that tranquil affection failed him. There had been no dramatic passion in their love, no fierce alternations of despair and bliss — no doubts, no jealousies. His girlish wife had given herself to him in implicit trustfulness, fond of Jiim, and proud of liini, beheving in him with a faith second only to her faith in God. For three and twenty years of cloudless wedded life she iiad made his days happy. Never in all those years had she given him reason for one hour of doubt or trouble. She had been liis loving and loyal helpmate, sharing his hopes and his ambitions, caring for the people he cared for, respecting even his prejudices, shaping her life in all things to please him. Great heaven ! what a contrast with tliat other woman, whoso fiery and exacting love had made liis life subordinate to hers — whose jealousy had claimed the total surrender of all other ties, of all other pleasures, had cut him off from all the advantages of 324 The Day will come. vsociety, had deprived him o£ the power to make friends among his fellow-men, had kept him as her bond-slave, accepting nothing less than a complete isolation from all that men hold best in life. He looked at his wife's calm beauty — where scarce a line upon the ivory-white forehead marked the progress of years — the soft, gazelle-like eyes lifted so meekly to meet his o\vi:. He compared this placid face with that other face, handsome, too, after its fashion — long after the bloom of youth had gone — but marked m every feature with the traces of a nervous temperament, a fiery temper, the face of a woman in whose character there were none of the elements of domestic happiness — or, in a word, the face of a Strangway, the daughter of a perverse and unhappy race, from whose line no life of happiness and well-doing had arisen within the memory of man. '' My dear Maria, I was wrong in not leaving a message. I was sent for to Mrs. Porter's cottage. She has gone away in rather a mysterious manner." " Gone awaj' ! " " Yes. That in itself is rather astonishing, you know ; but there was something so strange in her manner of leaving that I feel it my duty to look after her. I shall go up to town by the midday train. I have other business which may keep me in London for a few days, till the shooting begins, perhaps. I have sent Theodore to the Priorj^ to tell Juanita that you are going to her this afternoon, and that j'ou will stay ^^^th her till I come back." " That is disposing of me rather as if I were a chattel," said his wife, smiling. '' I knew you would be glad of a few days' quiet baby- worship at the Priory, and I knew this house would be dull for you without any visitors." "Yes, there is always a gloom upon the house when you are away — a much deeper gloom since last summer. No sooner am I alone than I begin to think of that dreadful night when my poor ghl saw her murdered husband lying at her feet. Yes, James, you are right in sending me away. I shall be happy at the Priory with ray darUng — and she can never again be happy with me in this house." Lord Cheriton breakfasted in his wife's room — it was only an apology for breakfast, for he was too agitated to eat ; but he re- freshed himself with a cup of strong tea, and he enjoyed the restful- ness of his wfe's companionship while he sat there waiting for the carriage which was to take him to Wareham. " What makes you so uneasy about Mrs. Porter ? " Lady Cheriton asked presently. " The suddenness and strangeness of her departure, in the first place. It would have been only natural she should have com- The Day ivill come. 325 municated with you or me before slie left. And, in tlic second place, I have been made imeasy by an observation of Vlx. Ramsay's. He has conceived tlie opinion that Mrs. Porter is not altogether riglit in her mind — that tliere is a strain of madness." " Oh, James, that would be dreadful ! " " Yes, it would be dreadful to think of her wandering about alone. The very fact that she has hardly left that cottage for the last twenty years, except to go to church, would make her nervous and helpless among strangers and in a strange town. She would hardly be able to take care of herself, perhaps — and if, in addition to this, her mind is not quite right " "Oh, poor thing! It is terrible to think of it. And you do not even know where she has gone? " " Rlie told the servant she was going to London. God knows whether that is true or iiilse. She took no luggage, not even a hand-bag." '' She may have gone to her daughter." "To Mercy? Yes, that is an idea. It never occurred to mc. She has been so cold and hard about her daughter in all tlicse years — and yet it may be so. She may have relented at last." A servant announced the carriage. Ilis Lordship's portmanteau liad been got in, and all was ready. " Good-bye, Maria. I have no time to lose, as I have inquiries to make and telegi"ams to despatch at the station." " You will stay in Victoria Street, of course ? " " Yes. I shall telegraph to j\Irs. Begby. I am taking Wilson ; I shall be very well taken care of, be sure, dearest." Ho kissed her and hurried away. He sighed as he left that atmosphere of perfect peace— sighed again as he thought of the business that lay before liim. He had to iind her — this murderess — he had to prove that she was mad — if it were possible — and to put her away for the rest of her days in some safe retreat, secure from the hazard of discovery — a hard and bitter task for the man who had once loved her, and whose love had been her destruction. He made his inquiries of the station-master. Yes, !Mrs. Porter had left by the early train. She had taken a second-class ticket for Waterloo. Lord Cheriton telegraphed to iliss Marian Gray, at 69, Hercules Buildings, Lambeth — '•If your mother is with you when you receive this, I beg you to detain her till 1 come. " CiiKniTOX." His wife's suggestion seemed to him like inspiration. Where else could that desolate woman seek for a shelter but under the roof 326 The Day will come. ■which sheltered her only child? She was utterly friendless in London and elsewhere — unless, indeed, her old governess Sarah Newton could be counted as a friend. The Weymouth up-train steamed in, and he took his seat in the corner of a first-class compartment, where he was tolerably secure of being left to himself for the whole of the journey, guards and porters conspiring to protect his seclusion, albeit he had not taken the trouble to engage a compartment. His greatness was known all along the line. He had ample leisure for thought during that three hours' journey, leisure to live over again that life of long ago which had been brought so vividly back to his memory by the events of to-day. He had made it his business to forget that past life, so far as forgetfulness was possible, with that living reminder for ever at his gate. Habit had even reconciled him to the presence of Mrs. Porter at the West Lodge. Her supreme quietude had argued her contentment. Never by so much as one imprudent word, or one equivocal look, had she aroused his wife's doubts as to her past relations with her employer. She had been accepted by all the httle world of Cheriton, she had behaved in the most exemplary manner ; and although he had never driven in at the West Gate, and seen her standing there in her attitude of stern humility, without a pang of remorse and a stinging sense of shame, yet that sharp moment of pain being past, he was able to submit to her existence as the one last forfeit he had to pay for his sin. And now he knew that the statue-like calm of her face, as she had looked up at him in the clear hght, under the branching beeches, had been only the mask of hidden fires — that through all those years in which she had seemed the image of quiet resignation, of submission to a mournful fate, she had been garnering up her vengeance to wreak it upon the offender in his most imguarded hour, piercing the breast of the father through the innocent heart of the child. He knew now that hatred had been for ever at his doors, that angry pride had watched his going in and corning out, imder the guise of humility — that by day and by night hideous thoughts had been busy in that hj'per-active brain, such thoughts as point the way to madness and to crime. When he had made up his mind to break his promise to Evelyn Darcy, and to marry another woman, fifteen years her junior, he had told himself that the wi'ench once made, the link once sundered, all would be over. She would submit as other women have sub- mitted to the common end of such ties. She could not deem herself more unfortunate than those other women had been, since his attachment had endured far longer than the average span of illicit loves. He had been patient and faithful and unselfish in his devotion for more than a decade. He would have gone on waiting perhaps had there been a ray of hope; but Tom Darcy had shown a The Day zuill come. 327 malignant pel■^^i^5tency in keeping alive ; aud even were Tom Darcy dead how bitter a thing it would be for the fashionable Queen's Counsel to enter society with a wife of damaged character. In tho old days of hopefulness and fond love they had told each other that the stain upon the past need never be known in that brilliant future to which they both looked forward ; but now he told himself that despite their secluded life the facts of that past would ooze out. People would insist upon finding out who Mr. Dalbrook's \vifo was. It would not bo enough to say, " She is there — handsome, clever, and a lady." Society would peer and pry into the background of her life. "\Vhose daughter was she ? Had she been married before? And in that case who was her husband? Where had she lived before her recent marriage ? Had she spent her earlier years in the Colonies or on the Continent, or how was it that society had seen nothing of her ? Those inevitable questions would have made his life a burden and jier life an agony, James Dalbrook told himself; even had Darcy been so complaisant as to die and leave them free to rehabilitate their position by marriage ; but Darcy had shown no disposition towards dying, and now here was a lovely girl with a fortune willing to marry him — a girl to whom his heart had gone out, despite his conscientious endeavour to be faithful to that old attachment. To-day, in his agony of remorse and apprehension, he could recall the scene of their severance as well as if it had happened yester- daj'. He had gone home in the chill March twilight, in that depressing season when the pale spring flowers, daflbdils, primroses, and narcissus are fighting their ineffectual battle with the cutting east wind, when the sparrows have eaten the hearts of all the crocuses, and the scanty grass in suburban gardens is white with dust, when the too-early lighted lamps have a sickly look in the windy streets, and the neglected fires in suburban drawing-rooms are more dismal than fireless hearths. Camberwcll-Grove was not at its best in this bleak March season. The time had been when the long narrow garden at Myrtle Cottage was carefully kept, and when Evel}m had taken a pride in the old- fashioned flower-borders and the blossoming creepers upon the verandah, but for the last two or three years she had been careless and indifferent, and one jobbing-gardener having left the neighbour- hood she had taken no pains to get another in his place ; nor had she done any of that weeding and watering and pruning, which had at one time helped to shorten the long light evenings. A weariness of all things had come upon her, tired out with waiting for brighter days. He had refused Don Jose's pressing invitation to dine in Onslow Square. lie had turned his back upon the warm brightness of 328 The Day will come. iiewly-fiirtiished drawing-rooms, an atmosphere of hot-house flowers, great rush baskets of tuHps, hyacinths, and narcissus, low vases of HUes of the valley and Parma violets ; and amidst all this brightness and colour the beautiftd Spanish girl, with her pale, clear complexion and soft black eyes. He had left his newly-betrothed wife reluctant to let him go, in order to face the most painful crisis that can occur in any man's life ; in order to tell the woman who had loved and trusted him that love was at an end between them ; that the bond was broken, and his promise of no account. " I expected you earher, James," she said, opening the door to him. It was rarely that the door was opened by a servant when he went home. She was always waiting for his knock. " Yes, it is late, I know. I have been detained. I have lingered a little on the way — I walked from the West End." " What, all the way? By the Walworth Road, that low neigh- bourhood you dislike so much ? " " I did not care where I walked, Evelyn. I was too miserable to think about my surroundings." " Miserable ? " she asked, looking at him searchingly, and growing pale as she looked, as if the pallor of his fiice reflected itself in hers, '' what should make you miserable ? " They were standing in the drawing-room, where the moderator lamp upon the table shone bright and clear upon his troubled face. " You have lost your money, James — you have speculated — you won't be able to buy Cheriton Chase," she said breathlessly. " Nonsense, Evelpi. Don't you know that you have the deposit notes for every pound I ever saved locked up in your desk." " Ah, but you might speculate — you may have ruined yourself, all the same." " I have not ruined myself that way, Eveljai. Oh ! for God's sake, forgive me, pity me, if you can. I have engaged myself to a girl who loves me, though I am twenty years her senior ; a girl who is proud of me and beheves in me. This engagement means a new and happy life for me, and may mean release for you — who knows ? We have neither of us been happy lately. I think we have both felt that the end must come." She laid her hand upon his breast, holding the lapel of his coat tightly with her thin white fingers, as if she would pin him there for ever, looking straight into his eyes, with her own eyes dilated and flaming. " Y'^oii are a coward and a traitor ! " she said, between her clenched teeth. " You are lying, and j^ou know you are lying. The tie has grown weaker for you, perhaps — not for me. For me every year has strengthened it — for me every hope I have has pointed to one future — the future in which I am to be your wife. You know what mv husband's habits are — you know what his life is worth as com* The Day zuill come. 329 pared witli yours. You know that wc must Le near the ciul of our probation, that suddenly, without an hour's warning, wo may hear of his death, and you will be freo to givo mo the name and placo T have earned by ten years' fidelity, and patience, and self-denial. You know this, and that my lifo is bound up in yours ; that I cannot exist without you except as tho most miserable of women ; that I have not a friend in tho world, not a hope in tho world, not an ambition in tho world but you ; and you look me in tho face with those cold, cruel eyes, and tell mo you have engaged yourself to a girl twent}' years your junior, that you are going to cast me ofl" — me, your wife of ten years — more than wife in devotion, more than wife in self-sacrifice " " God knows the sacrifice was mutual, Evel\ni. If there has been surrender on your side there has been surrender on mine. I havo turned my back upon society just at tho time when it would havo been most onjoyablo and most valuable. But I won't even try to excuse myself. 1 have acted very badly — I deserve tho worst you can say of me. t thought I was sure of myself, 1 thought I was rock ; but the hour of temptation came, and I was not strong enough to withstand it. ]>e generous, Evelyn. Clasp hands and forgive me. Wherever I am and whatever I do your welfare shall be my firet, most sacred care. The money I havo saved shall be invested for your benefit — shall be secured to your use and our daughter's after you." " Sloney, benefit," she cried, wildly. " How dare you talk to mo of money ? How dare j'ou put my wrongs in the balance against your sordid money ? Do you think money can help mo to forget you — or to hate myself less than I do for having loved and trusted you ? " And then followed a paroxysm of passionate despair at tho memory of which, after all the intervening j'ears of peace and prosperity, wedded lovo and deadened conscience, his blood ran cold. He found himself face to face with a woman's frenzy, im- potent to comfort or to tranquillize her. There was a moment when he had to exert bmto force to prevent her from dashing her brains out against the wall. All through that long, hideous night ho watched by her, and pleaded with her, and guarded her from her own violence. At one time he was on his knees before her, oflcring to give up the desiro of his heart, to break his solemn engagement of a few hours old, and to remain true to her till the end of time ; but she spurned his offered sacrifice. "What, now that I know you love another woman? What, keep you by my side, while I know your heart is elsewhere ? What, have you mine by the strength of a chain, like a galloy-slave hnked to his gaol-companion, knowing that you hate me ? Not for worlds 330 The Day will come. —not to be. a duchesf!. No, no, no ! The wrong is done — the wrong was in withdrawing your love. Tlicre is no such thing as laithfulness from you to me. All is over." He argued against himself — implored her lo accept his sacritice. " I would do anything in this world, pay any price, rather than see such despair as I have seen to-night," he said, standing in the cold, grey dawn, haggard and aged hy the long night of agony, heside the bed where that convulsed form lay writhing, with tear- disfigured face, lips wounded and blood-stained, strained eye-balls, and dishevelled hair. She was adamant against his pleading. " You cannot give me back my trust in you. lam not the coarse, common creature yoix think me. I do not want to keep your dull clay when your heart has gone to another. I will show you that I can live without you." This was the beginning of a calmer mood, which he was fain to welcome, though he knew that it was the icy calmness of despair. Before the world was astir in Camberwell Grove she had grown curiously quiet and rational. She had bathed her distorted features and bound up her hair. She was clothed and in her right mind again ; and she sat quietly listening while he told her the story of his temptation, and how this new love had crept into his heart unawares, and how an innocent girl's naive preference had flattered him into infidelity to the love of ten j^ears. She hstened quietlj' while he spoke of the future, trying to make a sunny picture of the new home, in England or abroad, which she was to create for herself. "You have been far too self-denying," he said; "you have sacrificed even your own comfort to help me to grow rich. Yon must at least share my prosperity. Money need be no object in your futm-e existence. Chose your new home where you will, and let it be as bright and enjoyable as ample means can make it." " I will take nothing from you but the bare necessities of existence," she said. " I will go to the obscurest spot that I can find, and rot there alone, or with my daughter, as j'ou think fit. I may ask one favour of you. Get me out of this house as soon as you can. I was once happy here," she added hoarselj", looking round the room with an expression that tortured him. " I wll take you across the Channel to-day, if you like. Change of air and scene may do you good. You have lived too long in this place." " Ten years too long," she answered, with a faint laugh. He went across to Boulogne with her by the night mad, estab- lished her in a private hotel in the Grande Rue, and left her there within an hour of their landing, with a pocket-book containing a hundred pounds in her lap. Nothing could exceed his tenderness The Day will come. oo ill this parting; nor could any man's compassion for a woman, lin had ceased to love be deeper than his. He was full of thoughtful - ness for her future. lie implored her to think of him as her devoted friend, to whom her welfare was of the uttermost importance, to call upon him unhesitatingly for any help in any scheme of life which the might make for herself. '' I shall warehouse your furniture at tho I'antechnicon, so that wherever you fix your future abode it may be conveyed there," ho s'lid. " Wc took some pains in choosing those things, and you may ]'i(>fcr them to newer, and even better furniture. A\'ritc to me wlicn you have made yoiu" choice of a new home."' " Home," she echoed, and that was all. "When you have found that home and settled down there, you will have Mercy to share your life, will you not?" he pleaded. " The child ^vill be a comfort to you." " A comfort, yes. She was born under such happy conditions — slie has such reason to be proud of her parentage ! Mercy — Mercy what? She must have some kind of surname, I suppose, before she is mucli older. What is she to be called? " "You are very cruel, Evelyn. What docs a name matter? " " Everything. A name means a history. Should I bo here — and you bidcUng me good-bye — if my name were Dalbrook? It is ju^-L because my name is not Dalbrook that yon can cast me adrift — like ta rotten boat wiiich a man sends down the stream to bo stranded on a mudbank, and moulder there piecemeal, inch by inch." 332 The Day luill come. CHAPTER XXXIII. *' One little flash of summer light, One brief and passionate dream." liORD Ciii'.iUTOx sent liis valet and his portmanteau to Victoria Street in a cab, and walked to Hercules Buildings. It Avas a short distance from the terminus, and the movement was a relief to his troubled brain. He was strangely agitated in approaching the girl whom he had known only as Mercy Porter, who had lived to twenty-seven years of age, almost as a stranger to him, whom he had looked upon in her girlhood with a keen and painful interest, but an interest which he had never betrayed by one outward sign. It was her mother's perversity and wrongheadedness, he told himself, which had necessitated this complete estrangement. Had she consented to bring up her daughter anywhere else he might have acted in somewise as a father to her. But she had chosen to plant the girl there, at his gates, in the sight of his wife and her child; and he was thus constrained to ignore the tie, to repress every token of interest, every sign of emotion, to act his lifelong lie, and play his part of benefactor and patron to the end. And now he had reason to beheve that Mercy had discovered the secret of her birth. Her contemptuous refusal of his bounty could proceed, he thought, from no other cause. She knew that he was her father, and she would accept no boon from a father who had denied her his name and his love. She resented her mother's wrongs, as well as her own. His heart sank at the thought of standing before her — his daughter and his judge ! The house in Hercules Buildings was decent and clean-looking. The woman who opened the door told him that Miss Gray was at home, and directed him to the second-floor back. " Is she alone ? " he asked. " Has there been no one with her this morning? " " No, sir. She don't have anybody come to see her once in six months, except Miss Newton." Lady Cheriton's conjecture was not the inspiration he had thought. The Day ivill come. OO:) ^Irs. Porter luul not made licr way here. AVliat if slic liad doubled back after starting in tlic train for Ijoudon — got out at tho first station and gone to the Priory — to realize that ghastly apprehension of Theodore Dalbrook's, and to follow up her scheme of vengeance by some new crime. Once admit tliat she was mad, and there was no limit to tho evil she might attempt and do. His only comfort was in tho idea that Juauita's cousin was there, on the alert to guard her from every jxissiblo attack. lie knocked at the door of tho back room on the second-floor landing, and it was opened by tlio faded woman ho had seen last in her fresh young beauty, a fair, bright face at a rustic case- ment, framed in verdure. Tho face was sadly aged since he had looked upon it, and if it was beautiful still it was with the beauty of outline and expression, rather than of youthful freslmcss and colouring. Tlie grave sad eyes were lifted to his face as Mercy made way for him to enter. !Sho placed a chair for him, and stood a little way off, waiting for him to speak. Uo looked at the small room with iulinito sadness. Her neatness and ingenuity had made the best of the poorest means, and tho shabby httle room had as fresh and gay an air as if it had been a room in an Alpine chalet, or a farmhouse in Normandj'. The poor little pallet-bed was hidden by white dimity curtains, tho washstand was screened by a drapery of the samo white dimity, daintily arranged wilii bright ribbon bows. There was a shelf of neatly bound books above the mantelpiece, and there were bits of Jajjanese china here and tiierc, giving a touch of brilliant colour to tlie cheap v.jiito pajier on tho walls and tho white drajicrics. Tho room had lioen furnished by ]\Iorcy her- self. The chairs were of wicker work, cushioned and decorated by Mercy's clever hands. There was a pine chest of drawers, with a Japanese looking-glass hanging above it, and there was a quaint little japanned table of bright vermilion at the side of ^lercy's arm- chair. That poor little second-lloor bedroom, with its one window, anid most unlovely outlook, was ^Mercy's only source of pride. She had pinched herself to buy those inexjiensive cliairs, and tho luxury of the Japanese glass, the lacquered tea-tray with its Satsuma cups and saucers, and tho turquoise and absinthe tinted vases, all those tiifling details which made her room so dilVcrent from the rooms of most work -girls. She had stained and waxed the old deal boards with her own hands, and it was her own labour that kept tho tloor polished and dustless, and the window-panes bright and clear. Tho natural instinct of a lady showed itself in that love of fair surround- ings. " I hoped to find your mother with you," said Lord Cheriton. "Why? I received your telegram, and could not understand what it nieant. Is there anything wrong with my mother ? " 334 ^^^ ^'^y '^^^^^ come. " She left Ler home early this mornmg — suddenly — no one knows why or wherefore. I am intensely anxious to find her." "But why? She has been able to take care of herself very well for the last twenty years. You have not been particularly interested in her all that time. Why should you be anxious to- day?" " Because I have reason to think that all is not well with her — that her mind is not quite right — and I am full of fear lest she should do something rash." " God help her," sighed Mercy, the pale face growing just a shade whiter. " If j'ou had seen much of her in the years that are gone j'our fears would not have come so late in the da)'." " What do you mean ? " " I mean that her mind has been unsettled ever since I was old enough to observe and to understand her. I was little more than a child when I found out that she had brooded upon one great sorrow until all her thoughts were warped — all charity and kindly feelmg were dead in her — dead or frozen into a dreadful numbness, a torpor of the soul. She never really loved me — me, her only child, who tried very hard to win her love. God knows how I loved her, having no one else to love. There was always a barrier between us — the bamer of some bitter memory. I could never get near her heart." He did not answer for some minutes, but stood up looking out of the window at the dreary prospect of slated roof and smoke- blackened chimney-pot, prospect in wloich a few red tiles or an old gable-end were as a glimpse of beauty, amidst the all-pervadmg greyness and cruel monotony of form and hue. He felt a constrauat upon him such as he had never felt in all his life before — felt tongue- tied, helpless, paralyzed by a deep sense of shame and self-humilia- tion before this unacknowledged daughter, who under happier circumstances might have looked up to him and honoured him as the first among men. In this bitter hour the name that he had won for himself in the world, the fortune which his talent had earned for him were as dust and ashes — the bitter ashes beneath the dazzling brightness of the dead sea fruit. " Why do you stop in this back room, Mercy ? " he asked abruptly. " Why do you condemn yourself to look out upon chimney-pots and blackened roofs, when you have all the world to choose from if you like? Why in pity's name did you refuse my offer of an income?" " Because I will take nothing from you — nothing — nothing — nothing!" Her hps closed in a rigid Hne after that reiterated word. Her eyes looked straight before her, cold, calm, resolute. •'' Why are you so hard upon me ? " TJic Day will come. 335 " Wliy? You ask mo why — you, who let me live at your j^atos in meek dependence on your bounty, nameless, fatherless, living a life of miserablo monotony wth a heart-broken woman in whose frozen breast even maternal lovo was dead. You who patted nio on the head once in half-a-year, and patronized mc, and conde- scended to me, as if I were of another race and of a dillerent clay. You, my father — you who could be content to let mo grow from a child to a woman and never once let j'our heart go out to me, and never once be moved to clasp mc in your arms and confess the tie between us. You who saw mo como to your fine house and go away, and often pretended, not to see me, or passed mo with a side- glance and a little motion of your hand as if I were a dog that ran by j'ou in the street. You, my father — you, whoso friend saw me 80 friendless and alone that he could lie to me with impunity, know- ing there was no one in this world to take my part or to call him to account for his lies. Had you been different, my fate might have been different." " He was a villain, Mercy. God knows, I have suffered enough on that score. I would have called him to account, I would have punished him ; but I had to think of my wife. I daiod not act — there was a monster in my path before which the boldest man sometimes turns coward— publicity. Who was it told you, Mercy — when was it that you discovered my secret? " " He told mc — taunted me with my mother's story. He had guessed it, I think ; but though he had no proofs to give me, instinct told me that it was true. Sly mother's life and character had always been a mystery to me. I understood both by the light of that revelation." *' He told you the truth, Mercy. Yes, all my life as regards you was a solemn sham. It was your mother's determination to live at Cheriton, and nowhere else, which made me a stranger to my own child. Had your homo been elsewhere — far from my wife and her surroundings — I might have acted in some wise a f;\ther'8 part. I might have acknowledged our relationship — 1 might have Been you from time to time in the freedom of paternal intercourse — I could have interested myself in your education, watched over your welfare. As it was, I had to play my difficult part as best I might." "You would have had to reckon with my mother's broken heart wherever she had lived," answered Mercy. " Do you think I could have ever valued your fatherly interest, knowing the measure of her ^v^ong? In my ignorance I looked up to you as otu' benefactor. You cheated me of my gi-atitude and respect — you, who were the cause of all our sorrows. I sav/ my mother's mind growing more and more embittered as the years went by. My youth was spent with a woman whose lip? had forgotten how to smile — with ;i ;^j6 The Day zvill come. mother who never f>poke a motherly word, or kissed her child with a motherly kiss. And then when love came — or that which seemed love — can you wonder that I was weak and helpless in the hour of temptation — I, who had never known what tenderness meant before I heard his voice, before his Ups touched mine ? The only happi- ness I ever knew upon this earth was my happiness with him. It was short enough, God knows, but it was something. It was my only sunshine — the only year in all my life in which the world seemed beautiful and life worth living. Yes, it was at least a dream of loving and being loved ; but it was followed by a bitter waking." " He was a scoundrel, Mercy. You were not his first victim ; but his youth was past, and I beUeved in his reform. I should not have asked him to my wife's house had I not so believed. When I heard that he had tempted you away from your mother I was in despair. I would have made any sacrifice to save you, except the one sacrifice of facing a hideous scandal, except the sacrifice of my social position and my wife's happiness. Had you alone been in question I might have taken a bolder and more generous course, but you are right when you say I had to reckon with your mother. I might have confessed the existence of my daughter — might have secm-ed my wife's kindness and sympathy for that daughter — but how could I say to her, The woman who lives beside your gate is the woman who ought to have been my wife, and who for ten years was to me as a wife, and relied upon my promise that no other woman upon earth should ever occupy that place ? I was fettered, Mercy, caught in the toils, powerless to act a manly part. I did what I could. I tried to trace you and Trema;vne — failed, and never knew what had become of him till I read of his death in Afghanistan. He was a married man when he crossed your path, separated from his wife, who had not used him over weU. It was the knowledge of his domestic troubles that inclined me to hold out the hand of friendship to him at that time. He behaved infamously to you, I fear, my poor girl." '' He only did what most men do, I suppose, under the same circumstances. He only acted as you acted to my mother. He grew tired of me. Only his weariness came in less than ten years — in less than two. He took me roaming all over the world in his yacht. Those days and nights at sea — or lying off some white city, gleaming against a backgi-ound of olive-clad hills — were like one long dream of beauty. Sometimes we lived on shore for a little w'hile — in some obscure "fishing -village, where there was no one from England to ask who we were. We spent one long winter coasting about between Algiers and Tunis. I could hardly believe that it was winter in that world of purple sea and sky and almost perpetual sun- shine. We spent half a year among the Greek islands — we stayed at The Day will conic. 337 Constantinople — and sailed from there to Naples. It was at Naples I caught a lever, and lay ill on board the yacht. It was a tedious illness, a lonp; night of darkness and delirium. When I recovered Colonel Tremayne was gone. He had left tho yacht on the first day of my unconsciousness, leaving mo in charge of a sister of mercy and three sailors. He had sold the yacht, wJiich was to pass into the new OA\Tier's possession as soon as I was strong enough to go on shore. He left me a letter, telling mo that h«i had deposited liftj' pounds for me at the English bankers where ha had been in tho habit of cashing cheques. I had been at the bank with him on moro than one occasion. IIo advised me to stay in the South, and get a situation as governess in an Italian family. He was obliged to go back to England on account of monetary difficulties, but he hoped to be able to meet mc later. lie did not even take the trouble to tell me where a letter would find him. He had abandoned me at the beginning of a dangerous illness — left mc to live or die — friend- less in a foreign land." JO 38 T/ic Day luill come. CHAPTER XXXIV. " Poor wretches that depcnrl On frrcatness' favour dream as I have done, Wake and find nothing." Lord Ciieriton heard the story of his daughter's fate in silence. It was an old and a common story, and any words of reprobation uttered now would have seemed a mockery from the hps of the father who had allowed his daughter's seducer to go impunished. " What did you do in your loneliness ? " he asked, alter a pause. "I wandered from village to village for some months, living as the peasants live. I did not take Colonel Tremayne's advice, and offer myself as a teacher of youth. I did not try to enter a respect- able home imder a false character. I lived among peasants and as they lived, and my money lasted a long time. I had always been fond of needlework, so I bought some materials before I left Naples, and I used to sit in the olive woods, or by the sea shore, making baby linen, which I was able to dispose of when my Avanderings brought me to Genoa, where I lived in a garret all through the winter after my illness. I remained in Italy for more than a year, and then my heart sickened of the beauty of the sea and sky, the streets of palaces, the orange groves and olive woods, the bright monotony of loveliness. Some of my own misery seemed to have mixed itself with all that was loveliest in that Southern world, and I felt as if grey skies and dull streets would be a relief to me. So I came to London, and found this lodging, and have managed to live — as you see — ever since. I have no wish to live any better. I have only one friend in the world. I have no desire to change. If my mother cared for me and wanted me I would go to her — but she never wanted me in the past, and I doubt if she will ever want me in the future." " Your mother is a most unhappy woman, Mercy, and she has made her unhappiness a part of my life, and a part of other Hves. She left her home this morning, alone, without giving any one notice "where she was going, or why she was going. I am full of fear about Jier. My only hope was to find her here." The Day zuill come. 339 "And not having found her here, what are you going to. do? Where will you look for her ? " " I don't know. I am altogether at fanlt. She had no friends in London, or anywhere else. She had isolated herself most completely. At Cheriton she was respected, but she made no friends. How could she make friends in a place where her whole existence was a secret? Ah, Mercy, have compassion upon me in my trouble — give me something of a child's love, for the burden of my sin is too heavy for me to bear." lie sank into a chair, covering his face with his hands, and she knew that the strong man was crj'ing like a child. Her heart was touched by his distress, as a woman if not as a daughter. " I am sorry for you in your trouble," she said, in a low voice, " and I would gladly help you if I could. But I cannot forget my mother's broken heart — the slow torture of long years. I had to look on and see her suffer, not even knowing the cause of licr sorrow, utterly unable to comfort her. Sorrow had hardened her. She was hard to me, a hard task-mistress rather than a mother. And now you tell me she has gone away, no one knows where. What can I do to help you and her? " '' God knows if you can do anvthing, Mercy," he answered, looking up at her gently, relieved somewhat by those unaccustomed tears. He took her hand, which she did not withhold from him. "Sit doAvn, Mercy," he said, "sit here by my side, and let us consider calmly what we can do. Your mother has no friends to whom she could go, no one, unless it were Miss Newton." •■ Miss Newi;on," cried Mercy. " What docs my mother know of Jliss Newton?" "They were acquainted many years ago, but your mother would liardly go to her now." " My mother knew Jliss Newton, my one friend? " " Yes, long ago. How did you come to know her ? " " She sought me out. It is the business of her life to seek out those who have most need of her, to whom her friendship can do most good. Siie hoard of me from a girl who lives in this house, and she came to nic and invited me to her lodgings, and brightened ray life by her kindness. And did she really know my mother, years ago ? " " Yes, more than thirty years ago, when they were both young." "How strange that is. " I am thinking, Mercy ; I am trjing to think what refuge your mother could have found in Loudon? Remember I liave to think of her as of one who is scarcely accountable for her actions. I have to tliink of her as under the influence of one fixed idea — not governed by the same laws that govern other people." 340 The Day will conic. " I am powerless to help you," answered I\Iercy, l-iopelossl5\ I ■will do anything you tell me to do — but of all people in this world I am least able to advise you. I know nothing of my mother's life except as I saw it at Cheriton — one long weariness." "You shall know all by-and-by; all. I will stand before you as a criminal before his judge. I will lay bare my heart to you as a penitent before his father-confessor — and then perhaps, when you have heard the whole story, you will take compassion upon me — you will understand how hard a part I had to play — and that I was riot altogether vile. I will say no more about your life here, and your future life, as I would have it, until that confession has been made. Then it will remain for you to decide whether I am woithy to be treated in somewise as a father." She sat in silence, with her head bent OA'er her folded hands. PTe looked at the dejected droop of the head, the grey threads in the auburn liair, the hollow cheek, the attenuated features and wan complexion, and remembered how brilliant a creature she had been in the first bloom of her beauty, and wn'th what furtive apprehensive glances he, her father, had admired that girlish face. She was handsomer in those days than ever her mother had been, Avith a softer, more refined loveliness than the Strangway t\^e. And he had let this flower grow beside his gate like a weed, and be trampled under foot like a Aveed ; and now the face bore upon it all the traces of suffering, the lines about the mouth had taken the same embittered look that he remembered only too well in Evel^Ti Darcy, that look of silent protest against Fate. He watched her for some miiuites in an agonj^ of remorse. She was his daughter, and it had been his duty to shelter her from the storms of life — and he had let the storms beat upon that undefended head, he had let her suffer as the nameless waifs of this world have to suffer, uncared for, unavenged. If she should ever be brought to forgive him, could he ever forgive himself? But he had nearer anxieties than these sad thoughts of that which might have been and that which was. He had the missing woman to thmk of, and the evil that might come to herself or others from her being at large. He had to speculate upon her motive in leaving Cheriton. Perhaps it was only a natural result of his interview with her yesterday afternoon, when he had shown her the pistol, and told her where it had been found, that pistol which he and she knew po well — one of a pair that had been in her husband's possession at the time of her marriage — which had been pledged while they were living in Essex Street, and when their funds were at the lowest. She had kept the duplicate, with other duplicates which Darcy 'a carelessness abandoned to her— and afterwards some womanish TJic Day will come. 341 apprehension of danger in the somewhat isolated cottage in Camber- well Grove — some talk of burglarions attacks in the neighbourhood — had induced her to redeem the pistols, and thoy had been kept in their case on the table beside her bed for years. No burglar had ever troubled the quiet cottage, where there was neither plate-chest nor jewel-case to tempt an attack. The pistols had never been used. They had been packed u]i with other things and stored in the Pantechnicon, and James 1 )albrook had forgotten the existence of Captain Darcy's revolvers till the builder's ibreman showed him the pistol that had been found in the well. Tiien there came back upon him, in a Hash, the memory of the case that had stood beside his bed, and the fact that the pistols had been sent down to Cheriton with ]\[rs. Darcy's other goods. That pistol could not have passed out of her possession without her knowledge and cuusent. If hers was not the hand that pulled the trigger, she must, at least, have furnished the weapon, and she must have known the murderer. He told her as mucii as this, yesterday afternoon, when he showed her the pistol. 8he heard hira in dogged silence, looking at him with wide-open eyes, in which the dilatation of the pupil never altered. She neitlier admitted nor denied anything. He could extoi-t no answer from her, except some scornful and evasive retort. And bo he left her in despair, having wanied her that discovery was now a question of time. The finding of the pistol would put the police on the right track, and link by link the chain of circumstantial evidence would be fitted together. '* You had better tell me the truth, and let me help you, if I can," he told her. She had acted upon his warning perhaps, but without his help. It was like her perverse nature to go out into the world alone, to make a mysterious disappearance just at the time when suspicion might at any moment be directed towards her, just when it was most essential tliat there should be not the slightest deviation from the sluggish course of her every-day life. Lord Cheriton started up suddenly. '• Yes, that is at least an idea," he muttered. " Good-bye, Mercy. I have thought of a ])lace where your mother might possibly go — a place associated witli her past life. It is a forlorn hope, but 1 may as well look for her there. Wherever and whenever 1 find her you will come to her, will you not, if she should need your love ? " " Of course 1 will go to her — and if she has no other shelter 1 can bring her here. I should not be afraid to work for her." " It is cruel of you to talk of working for lier. You know that the want of money has never been an element in her troubles. She might have lived an easy and refined life among pleasant people if bhe would have been persuaded by me. As it w.h. 1 did what 1 cuuld to make her life comfortable."' 342 The Day will come. " Yes, I know she had plenty of money. She gave me expensive masters, as if she had been a woman of fortune. I used to wonder how she could afford it. We lived very simply, almost like hermits, but there seemed alwaj's money for everything she wanted. Our clothes, our furniture, and books seemed far too good for our station. I used to wonder who and what we were ; and I have been asked questions sometimes about my former home. What did I remember of my childhood ? Wliere had I lived before my father died ? I could tell people nothing. I only remembered a cottage among fields, and the faces of the woman who nursed me and her children who played with me. I I'emembered nothing but the cottage, and the great cornfields, and the lanes and hedgerows, till one summer day my mother came in a carriage, and took me on a jom'ney by the railroad — a journey that lasted a long time, for we had to wait and change trains more than once — and in the evening I found myself at Cheriton. That was all of my life that I could recall, and I did not even know the name of the woman with whom I lived till I was seven years old, or of the village near her cottage." " You were hardly used, Mercy ; but it was not all my fault." He would not tell her that it was his wish to have her reared at Myrtle Cottage, where he would have watched her infancy and childhood ; he would not tell her that it was the mother's sensitive- ness, her resentful consciousness of her false position, which had banished the child. " You will come to me whenever I summon you, Mercy ? " he said. " Yes, I will come." He held out his hand, and she gave him hers, which was cold as death. He drew her to his breast, and kissed the pallid, care-worn forehead, and so they paited, father and daughter, the daughter acknowledged for the firtt time at seven-and-twenty years of age. Lord Cheriton hailed the first hansom he found upon liis way, and told the man to drive him to CamberweU Grove. The neighbourhood through which he went was curiously un- familiar after the changes and forgetfulness of twenty years ; and yet it was curiously familiar to him, and brought back the memory of that dead time, when a man who was himself, and yet not him- self, had gone to and fro that road until its every shop-front and every street corner seemed engraven upon his brain. It is a busy, teeming world — a world of seething humanity^ jostling, striving, anxious, hollow-cheeked and eager-eyed. He had chosen to plant his hidden Eden upon " the Surrey side," and had gone to and fro by that squalid highway with a contented spirit, because it was a world in which he was least likely to meet any of his professional brotherhood. What other barrister in decent The Day luill cmnc. 343 practice, what other Queen's Counsel, ahove all, was likely to pitch liis teut at Caniberwell? There mi^'ht bo old-fashioned men who would bo content to grow their early cucumbers, and gloat over their pines and peaches in .some citizen's paradise on Clapham Common. There might be men who would resign themselves to life at Wandsworth ; but where was the spirit so lowly within the ])recincts of the Lamb who would stoop to live in a place wliich was accessible only by the Elephant and Castle and the Walworth Koad ? Do not the very names of those places stink in the nostrils of gentility '? The Elephant has never held up his trmik since the glories of the Queen's Bench departed, since Icliabod was written on those walls against which Lord Huntingtower played rackets, and in whose shadow so many of Earth's great ones have paced up and down in the days when the noble debtor was still a person apart and distinguished, not amenable to the laws which govern tho bankrupt trader. He had borne with the Walworth Road because it lay so far out of gentility's track. The very odour of the neighbourhood was famihar — the reek of cooked meats and stale vegetables, blended with all-pervading fumes of beer. But there were numerous changes. He missed familiar shops and well-remembered features. All that had been shabby of old looked still shabbier to-day. How often he had tramped those pavements, economizing the cost of a cab, and not caring to rub shoulders with the habitues of the knife- board on Atlas or Waterloo. The walk had suited him. He could think out the brief read overnight as he tramped to Westminster in the morning. How well ho remembered the cool breath of the river blowing up the Westminster lioad on bright spring mornings, when the llower-girls were oilering violets and primroses at the street corners. How well he remembered the change to a cleaner and a statelier world when he had crossed the bridge — tho solemn grandeur of Westminster Hall, the close, sickly atmosphere of tho crowded courts. Looking back he wondered how he bore the monotony of that laborious life, forgetting that ho had been borno up and carried along by his ambition, always looking onward to the day when his name and fortune should be made, and he should taste the strong wine of success. He remembered what an idle dream Evelyn's idea of buying the Cheriton estate had seemed to him when tirst she mooted it ; how he had talked of it only to indulge her fancy, as one discusses impossible things with a child ; and how by slow degrees the notion of its feasibility had crept into his mind ; how he had begun to calculate tho possibilities of his future savings ; how he had covered stray half-sheets of paper with elaborate calculations, taking pleasure in the mere figures as if they were actual money. He remembered how, when he had saved five thousand pounds, a rabid eagerness to accumulate took hold of him, 344 '^^^^ -^^y ^^^^ come. and with what keen eyes he used to look at the figures on a brief. He had caught the infection of Evelyn's sanguine temper, and ol Evelyn's parsimonious habits. They used to hang over his bank- book sometimes of an evening, as Paolo and Francesca hung over the story of Launcelot, calculating how much could be spared to be placed on deposit, how little they could contrive to live on for the next quarter. As the hoard increased Evelyn grew to gi"udge herself the smallest luxury, a few floweiing plants for the di-awing- room, a day's hire of the jobbing gardener, a drive in a hansom to Richmond or Greenwich, httle pleasures that had relieved the monotony of their isolation. '' My father cannot live many years," she told James Dalbrook, " and when he dies the estate will have to be sold. I have often heard him say so." Mr. Dalbrook went on a stolen journey to Cheriton, and saw every bit of the estate which he could get to see. ' He was careful to say nothing of this expedition to Evelyn lest she should want to go with liim, as he felt that her presence would have been a diffi- cult}'. Some one might have recognized the Sqiiire's young daughter in the mature woman. He went back to London passionately in love with the property, which he remembered as one of the paradises of his boyhood, in the days when he had been fond of long excursions on foot to Corfe, or Swanage, or tlie great sunburnt hUls by the sea. He saw Cheriton Chase now with the entranced eyes of an ambitious man to whom territorial possession seemed the ci'owning glory of life. He had saved ten thousand pounds, very little compared with the sum which would be requked ; but he told himself that when he had amassed another ten he might feel secure of being able to buy the estate, since it would be easy to raise seventy per cent, of the purchase money on mortgage. He began to see his way to the realization of that dream. He would have to go on living laborious days — to go on with those habits of self-denial which had already become a second nature — even after the prize was won ; but he saw himself the owner of that noble old house, amidst a park and wood- land that were the growth of centuries ; and he thought of the delight of restorujg and uuproviug and repairing, after fifty years of slipshod poverty and gradual decay. And now, as the hoard increased to twelve, fifteen, eighteen thousand, James Dalbrook began to talk to his companion of their future ownership of Cheriton as a certainty. They plamied tlie rooms they were to occupy; they allotted their small stock of furni- tm-e about the old mansion house — things they had bought by slow degrees in the happy hunting-grounds of Wardour Street and the Portland Road, and which were all good of their kind. They dis- cussed the number of servants that they could manage to carry on The Day will covie. 345 with fur tlio first few years, while economy would still be needful. It was understood between them, though rarely spoken about, that Tom Darcy woidd bo dead before that fruition of their dreams. He had been sent off to Canada, a broken man. Who coiUd doubt that a few years more would see the end of that worthless existence ? And then the bond between those two who had held to each other RO faithfully woidd be realized, and Evelyn could go back to tho house in which she was bom, its proud and happy mistress. She had fed upon those dreams, lived upon them, had thought of little else jn her solitary days, in the isolation of her home. She had put away her child with stern resolve that no dilliculty should arise out of that existence when she came to take her ])lace in society as James Dalbrook's wife. She never meant to acknowledge the daughter born at Myrtle Cottage, She would do her duty to the child somehow ; but not in that way. Lord Cheriton remembered all these things as the cab rattled along the Walworth Koad. Our waking thouglits have sometimes almost the rapidity of our dreams. He surveyed tiie panorama of the past; recalled the final bitterness of that meeting at Boulogne, when he went over to see !Mrs. Darcy, and when he had to tell her that he was master of Cheriton Chase, by the help of his wife's dowry, and that he had begun life there on a far more dignified footing tlian they two had contemplated. She received the announcement "with sullen silence, but he could see that it hurt her like the thrust of a sword. She stood before him with a lowering brow, white to the lips, her thin fingers twisting themselves in and out of each other with a convulsive moment, and one comer of the bloodless under lip caught under the sharp white teeth fiercely. " Well," she said at last, " I congratulate j'ou. Cheriton has a new master; and if the lady of the house is not the woman whose shadow I used to see there in my dreams — it matters very little to you. You are the gainer in all ways. You have got the place you wanted ; and a fair young wife instead of a faded — mistress." She lifted uj) her eyes, pale with anguish, and looked at him with an expression he had never been able to forget. He was silent under this thrust, and then, after a troubled pause, he asked her if she had made up her mind where her future days were to be spent. He was only desirous to see her settled in some ])retty neighbourhood, in the nicest house that she could find for herself, or that he could choose for her. "Do not let money bo any consideration," he said. "My fees are rolling in very fast this year, and they are big fees. I want tu Bee you happUy cucumstanced, with ilercy." " There is only one place 1 care to live in," she answered, " and that is Cheriton Chase." 346 The Day will co7ne. He told lier, with a sad smile, that Cheritou was the only place that was impossible for her. " It is not impossible. Do you think I want to be a fine lady, or to tell people that I was once Evelyn Strangway ? I only want to live upon the soil I love — and to see you, sometimes, as you go past my door. There is the West Lodge, now — one of the most picturesque old cottages in England. I loved it when I was a girl. Sally Newton and I used to picnic there, when my father and 1 were not on speaking terms. Who is living in that cottage now ? " " One of the gardeners." ; " Turn out the gardener and let me live there." He rejected the idea as preposterous, degrading, that she should live at the lodge gates, she who had once been the Squire's daughter. " Do not talk to me of degradation," she answered, bitterly. " There will be no degradation for me in hving at your gates, now that you and I are strangers. My degradation belongs to the past. Nothing in the future can touch me. I am nameless henceforward, a nuUity." " But if you should be recognized there ? " " Who is there to recognize me ? Do you think there is one line or one look of Evelyn Strangway's sixteen-year-old face left in my face to-day ? " Knowing the portrait in the hall at Cheriton he was fain to confess that the change was complete. It would have been difficult for any one to find the fines of that proud young beauty in the careworn features and sunken cheeks of the woman who stood before him now. The months that had gone by since their parting had aged her as much as if they had been years. " If your husband should find you there? " " Not hkely ! It is the very last place in which he would look for me ; and the chances are against his ever returning to England." " Why is yom- mind set upon hving at Cheriton ? " " Why ? Because I have ch-eamt and thought of that place till my love for it has become almost a disease ; because I have not the faintest interest in any other spot upon earth. I don't care how I live there. I have no pride left in me. Pride, self-respect, care for myself died a sudden death one day you know of, when I found that 5'ou had ceased to care for me, when I awoke from a long dream and knew that my place in life was lost. I shall be content to vegetate in that cottage — and — and if you tliink I ought to have Mercy with me, why Mercy can be there too. I shall be Mrs. Jones, or Mrs. Brown, and there can be no particular reason why Mrs. Jones or Mrs. Brown should not have a daughter." 1 She was so earnest, so intent, so resolute upon this and nothing The Day 10 ill come. 347 else tlian this, that ho was constrained to yiclil to hn- wishes, ami once having yiekled, he did all in his power tu make her lile com- fortable and free from humiliation. lie iiad the cottage as taste- fully restored as if he had been going to occupy it himself; ho opened an account for !Mrs. Porter at a Dorchester Bank, and paid iu four hundred pounds to her credit, and ho told her that the same amount would be paid in yearly on the 1st of January. There should be nothing uncertain or pinched in her circumstances. This being done, he resigned himself as best he might to bear the burden of that unwelcome presence at his gates. He and the woman who was to have been his wife rarely spoke to each other during those long slow years in which the master of Cheriton gi'ew iu iionour and dignity and in the respect of his fellow-men. He whoso career Evelyn Darcy had watched from the very dawn of success was now a personage, a man of mark in his native county, a man who could afford to hold out the hand of friend- ship to his less distinguished relatives, and who could afford to confess liimsclf the son of a small shopkeeper iu the county town. Lady Cheriton had been inclined to interest herself in the lonely woman at the West Lodge. She was impressed by the unmistak- able refinement of Mrs. Porter's appearance, and wanted to befriend her ; but Lord Cheriton had forbidden any friendly relations between his wife and the lodge-keeper, on the ground that she was a woman of very peculiar temper, that she would resent anything like patron- age, and that siio would infinitely prefer being left alone to being taken up or petted. The tender-hearted ^laria, always submissive to the husband she adored, had obeyed witliout question ; but some years after, when Mercy was gi'owing up and being educated by the best masters available in the neighbourhood, Lady Cheriton had taken a fancy to the hard-worked girl, and had interested herself warmly in her progress; and thus it had ha]ipcned tliat althougli Mrs. Porter never was known to cross tiie tiircshold of tiic great house, her daughter went there often, and was made much of by Lady Cheriton, and admired by Juanitix, whoso accomplishments were still iu embryo, while ^lercy was far advanced in music and modern languages. '• I suppose her mother means her to go out as a governess by- and-by," Lady Cheriton told her husband. •* ISho is over-educated for any other walk in life, and in any case she is over-worked. I feel very sorry for her when I see how tired she looks sometimes, and how anxious she is about her studies. Juanita must never bo allowed to toil like that." Lord Cheriton remembered all tiiat had happened witli reference to the woman who called herself Mrs. Porter, iu all these long ycai-s — his daughter Juanita's lifetime. IShe had seen the funeral trains 348 The Day will come. of his infaut sons pass through the gate beside her cottage— she had seen the httle coffins covered with snow-white flowers, and she must have known the bitterness of his disappointment. She had lived at the West Lodge for all these years, and had made no sign of a rebellious heart, of anger, jealousy, or revengeful feeling. He had believed that she was really content so to live ; that in granting what she had asked of him he had satisfied her, and that her sense of wrong was appeased. At first he had lived in feverish apprehen- sion of some outbreak or scene — some revelation made to the wife he loved, or to the friends whose esteem he valued ; but as the years went by without bringing him any trouble of this kind, he had ceased to think with uneasiness of that sinister figui'e at his gates. And now by the light of the hideous confession which he carried in his breast pocket he knew that in all those years she had been cherishing her sense of ^\Tong, heaping up anger and revenge and malice and every deadly feeling engendered of disappointed love, against the day of wrath. Could he wonder if her mind had given way under that slow torture, untU the concealed madness of years culminated in an act of wild revenge — a seemingly motiveless crime ? Heaven knows by what distorted reasoning she had arrived at the resolve to strike her deadly blow there rather than elsewhere. Heaven knows what sudden access of malignity might have been caused by the spectacle of the honeymoon lovers and their innocent bliss. The cab had turned into Camberwell Grove, and now he asked himself if it were not the wildest lancy to suppose that she might have gone back to Myrtle Cottage, or that she might be hanging about the neighbourhood of her old home. The cottage was in all probability occupied, and even if she had Avandered that way she would most likely have come and gone before now. The idea had flashed into his mind as he sat in Mercy's room, the idea that in her distracted state all her thoughts might revert to the past, and that lier first impulse might lead her to revisit the house in which she had lived so long. The Day zvill conic. 349 CHArTER XXXV. " The love of these is like the lightning spear, And shrivels whom it touches. They consnnie All things within their reach, and, last of all, Their lonely selves." 'I'liE cottage was to he let. A hoard ofTering it upon a repairing lease announced the fact. Lord Cheriton opened the familiar e^ate. The very sound wth which it swung hack as he passed recalled a Hfe that was gone, that had left nothing but an exceeding bitter sorrow. How weedy and dejected the narrow garden looked in the sunshine — how moss-grown the gravel path which ho and Eveh'n had once taken such pains to weed and roll, in those early days when that modest suburban retreat seemed a happy home, and the demon of ennui had not yet darkened their threshold. He entered the well-remembered porch over which the Virginia creeper hung in rank luxuriance. The house was not unoccupied, for slipshod feet came along the passage at the sound of the bell, and he heard children's voices in the back premises. A slatternly woman, A\nth a year-old baby on her left arm, opened the door. " Has a lady called here this morning? " lie asked. "Yes, sir, there is a lady here now — in the drawing-room," tho woman answered eagerly. '' I hope you belong to her, for I've been feeling a bit nervous about her, with nio and the children alone in the house, and my husband not coming back till night time. I'm afraid she's not quite right in her head.'' "Yes, I belong to her. I have cnme to fotch lirr." He went into the drawing-room — the room that had looked pretty and picturesque enough in those unforgotten days — a small room furnished with quaint old secretaire and bookcase, Chippendale chairs, and a carved oak table, a pair of old blue-and-whito jars on the top of a dark mahogany buroau, a high, brass fender that used to glitter in the firelight, sober brown damask curtains, and half-a- dozen Bartolozzi engravings of rustic subjects, in neat oval frames — a room that always looked like a Dutch picture. Now that room was a scene of squalor and desolation. For <550 The Day will come. furniture there was nothing but a shabby Pembroke table, wantinx; two castors, and two old cane-seated chairs, in each of which the cane was broken and bulging. A dilapidated doll, in a ragged red gauze frock, sprawled amidst the dirt on the bare floor, and a greasy rug lay in front of the fireless hearth. Mrs. Porter was sitting with her elbows on the table, and her head resting on her clasped hands. She did not notice Lord Cheriton's approach till he was standing close beside her, -when she looked up at him. At tirst her gaze expressed trouble and bewilderment ; then her (;xce brightened into a quiet smile, a look of long ago. "You are earlier than usual, James," she said, holding out her hand. He took the hand in his ; it was hot and dry, as if "with a raging fever. It was the hand of a murderess ; but it was also the hand of his victim, and he could not refuse to take it. " "Was your work over so soon to-day ? " she asked. " I'm afraid it will be ever so long before dinner will be ready, and the house is all in a muddle — everj^hing wretched " — looking about her with a puzzled air. "I can't think what has happened to the rooms," she muttered. " Seiwants are so troublesome." She passed her hand across her forehead, as if her head were paining her, and then looked at him helplessly. " You are ill, Evelyn," he said, gently. It was twenty years since he had called her by the name that had been so often on his lips in this house. It was almost as if the very atmosphere of the house, even in its desolation, recalled the old link between them, and made him forgetful of what had happened in Dorsetshire. " No. I have a headache, that is all. I shall set to work presently and make everj'thing comfortable for you. Only I can't lind Mar}^ — I can't get on without Mary. I don't like the look of that charwoman — a wretched, untidy creature — and I don't know what she has done with the firrniture. I suppose she moved it in order to clean the rooms. It is just like their tricks, clearing out the furniture and then dawdling ever so long before they begin to scrub the floors." He looked at her earnestly, wondering whether she was pretend- ing, whether she had repented that written acknowledgment of her crime, and was simulating madness. No, it was real enough. The eyes, with their dull fixed look and dilated pupils, the troubled move- ments of the hands, the tremulous lips, all told of the unsettled brain. There was but one course before him, to get her madness established as an accepted fact before there was any chance of her crime being discovered. "Do not trouble about anvthing," he said, gcntlv. "I will get The Day will conic. 351 pnmc of llio fiii-niliiro l)roiip;ht back presently, and I ^vill get yon a pervant. Will you wait quietly here, while I sec about two or three small matters ? " " Yes, I will wait ; but don't be long. It seems such a long whilo since yesterday," she said, looking round the room in a forlorn Avay, '• and everything is so strangely altered. Don't be long, if you must go out." He promised to return in half an hour, and then he went out and spoke to the woman. " How did she come here, and when ? " " She walked up to the door. It was just dinner-time — half-past twelve o'clock. I thought it was some one to sec the house, so I let her in without asking any questions, and I showed her all the rooms, and it was some time before I saw she was wrong in her head. She looked about her just as people mostly do look, and she was very thoughtful, as if she was considering whether the place would suit. And then after she'd been a long time looking at tho rooms and the garden, she went back into the drawing-room, and sat down at the table. I told her I should be glad if she could make it convenient to leave, as I had my washing to do. But she said she lived here, this was her home, and she told me to go away and get on with my work. She gave me such a scare that I didn't know how to answer her. She spoke vciy mild, and I could see that she was a lady ; but I could see that she was out of hor mind, and that frightened me, for fear she should take a violent turn, and I all alone in the house with those young children. I was afraid to contradict her, so I just let her please herself and sit in the dramng- room alone, wdiile I got on with my bit of washing, and kept the children well out of the way. I never felt more tlmnkful in my life than when you rang the boll."' " I am going as far as the post-ofllce to send ofl' some telegrams, and I want you to take care she doesn't leave this liouse while I'm away," said Lord riioriton, emphasizing his request wth a sovereign. "Thank you kindly, sir. I'll do my host. I'm sm-c I'm sorry for her with all my heart, poor dear lady." " And I want you to give me the use of this house for to-day — and possibly for to-night, if by any chance I should not be able to get her away to-night." " Yes, sir, yon are free and welcome to the house as far as it's mine to give leave — and it's been empty too long for there to be much chance of a tenant tnrning up between now and to-morrow." "Very good. Then I shall send in a little furniture — ;iust enough to make her comfortable for a few hours — and when I come back you can get her something to eat, and make her some tea." " Yes, sir. You won't be gone long, I hojie, for fear she should turn violent ? " 35- ^-^JiG Day will come. " She will not ilo tbat. She has never been violent." " I am very glad to hear that. Appearances are so deceitful sometimes when folks are ^vrong in their heads." Lord Cheriton had told the cabman to wait. He got into the cab and drove to the nearest upholsterer's, where he hired a table, a comfortable sofa, a couple of chairs, a small square carpet, and some pillows and blankets, in the event of Mrs. Porter having to bivouac in IMyrtle Cottage. He meant her only to leave that shelter for a place of restraint, under medical care. This done, he went to the post-office and telegraphed first to ^farian Gray, Hercules Buildings : — " Your mother is at Mj'rtle Cottage, Camberwell Grove, and very ill. Go to her without delay. — Cheeitox." His second telegram was to Dr. Mainwaring, Welbeck Street :— "Meet me as soon as possible at Myrtle Cottage, Camberwell Green, and send a trained nurse, experienced in mental cases, to the same address. I want your advice upon a case in which time is of vital importance." He sent another telegram to another medical man. Dr. Wilmot, also an old acquaintance, and a fourth to Theodore Dalbrook, at the Priorj' : — "Mrs. Porter is in London, and in my care. You need have no further apprehension." He was back at ]\Iyrtle Cottage within the half-hour, and was able to direct the men who had just brought a small van containing the furniture. He saw the things carried into the room that had been the dining-room, which was emptj' — the policeman's family preferring to camp in the kitchen — and had them an-anged there with some appearance of comfort. Then he went back to the drawing-room, where Mrs. Porter was standing at the window, staring at the weeping-ash. " I didn't know the tree was so big," she muttered. "The dining-room is in better order," he said, gently, "will you come and sit there, while they get you some tea? " " Yes, James," she answered, meeklj-, and then she added, with almost the voice and manner of twenty years ago, " tell me about your day." She followed him into the other room, and seated herself opposiio liim, looking at him expectantly. " Tell me about your day in tlie law courts. Was it dull or interesting ? Had you any great case on? I forget. I forget." She had always questioned him on his return from the law courts : The Day zvill come. 353 nl)c liail reail tlio ic|ioit.s of all liis oases, and all his rivals' cases, interesting herself in everything that concerned his career. And now there was no nmcli of the past in her manner that his licart aclied as he listened to her. lie could not humour her delusion. "I have sent for your dau_c:;htcr," lie said p-avcly, thinking tliat name might bring her hack to a sense of the present time. " She will be here before long, I believe. I hope vou will receive her kindly." "Why liave you sent for her?" she cned, vexed and startled. "She is very well where she is — happy and well. Ilie nurse told me so in her last letter. I can't have her here. You know tliat, James, — you know how people would talk by-and-by — how they would ferret out the truth — by-and-by, when we want to stand clear of the past " "Evelyn, the past is long past, and -our child is a woman — a sorrowful woman. I want you to take her to your heart again, if you have any heart left in you."' "I have not," she cried, with a sudden change, appalling in its instantaneousness. " ^ly heart died within me twenty years ago, when you broke it ; in this house, yes, in this house, James Ualbrook, God help me ! I have been di'eaming! I thought I was living here again in the old time, and that you had come home to me, as you used to come, liefore you broke your promise and abandoned me to many a rich young wife. Heart ! No, I have a fiery scorpion hero, whore my heart used to be. Do you think if I had had a heart I could have killed Mm — that young man who never injured me by so much as one scornful word ? It was the thought of your daughter tliat maddened me — the thought of lier happiness, the sound of the church bells and the cheering, and the sight of tJie flags and garlands and laurel arches — while my daughter, your nameless, unacknowledged child, was an outcast, and I who should have been your wife, and the liappy mother of just as happy a bride, I was living in that silent solitary cottage alone and unloved — ujion the land where my father and his forefathers liad been owners of the soil. I had dreamed the dream and you had realized it. All through those moonlight nights T was awake and roaming about in the park, from midnight till dawn, thinking, thinking, thinking, till I felt as if my brain must burst with the agony of thought. And then 1 remembered Tom Darcy's pistols, and I took one of them with me of a night. 1 hardly knew why I carried that iiistol about with me, but I felt a necessity to kill something. Once 1 was near shooting one of the red deer, but the creaturo looked at me with its plaintive eyes, so bold and so tame in his sense of security, and I fondled him instead of kiUing him. And then I took to prowling about by the house, and I saw those two in the lamp-lit room, in their wedded happiness — their ircddrd happi- 2a 354 ^'^^ ^<^y "^^'^^ come. iiess, James, not such a miiou as ours, secret, durkeiiecl by a clou'l of shame. I saw your daughter in her bright young beauty, the proud, triumphant wife : and then a devilish thought took hold of me — the thought of seeing her widowed, broken-hearted; the thought that I might be her evil Destiny — that just by stretching out my arm and pulling a tiigger I could bring down all that pride into the dust — could bring youth and beauty down to my level of dull despair." " It was a devilish thought." " It was ; but it was my thought all the same ; for three days and three nights it was never absent from my mind, God luiows how I got through the common business of the day — how the few people with whom I came in contact did not see mmxler in my face ! I watched and waited for my opportunity ; and when the moment came I did not waver. There are old people at Cheriton who conld tell you that Evelyn Strangway at fifteen years old was as good a shot as either of her brothers. My hand had not forgotten its cun- ning; and your daughter was a widow three weeks after she was made a wife. By so much as she was happier than I, by so much was her joy briefer than mine." She sank into a corner of the large armchair and covered her face with her hands, muttering to herself. He heard the words — " I made myself her Evil Destiny' ; I was her fate — Nemesis, Nemesis ! The sins of the fathers ! It is the Scripture." He could not stay in the room with her after that confession. She had been perfectly coherent in telling the story of her crime ; and it seemed to him that even now she gloated over the evil slie had wrought — that had it been in her power to imdo her work by the lifting of her hand she would hardly have used that power. She seemed a malignant spirit, rejoicing in evil. He went out into the passage and told the policeman's wife to look after her, and then he went to the desolate drawing-room and Avalked up and down the bare boards waiting for the arrival of one or both of the doctors. What would tlieij think of her mental condition. She had been curiously coherent just now. The temporary delusion had passed away like a cloud. She had spoken as a person fully conscious of her acts, and accountable for them. Judged by her speech just now she was a criminal who deserved the sternest measure of tlie law. But he who knew of those long years of brooding, he who knew the story of her wrongs, and how those ^n•ongs must have acted upon that proud and stubborn spirit, to him there seemed little doubt that her mind had long lost its balance, and that her crime had been the culminating crisis of a long period of melancholia. He Avalted the verdict oi^ the doctors with acutest anxiety, for only In an The Day will come. 355 asylum did ho soo Pafety lor llli^! unhnppy .siiiiior. 'J'lic liiiiliii-^ of the pistol would inevitably bo talked about at Chcriton, and it was possible that at any moment suspicion m'vj}\i take the right direction. To got her away, to pjct hor hidden from the world was his most ardent desire ; but this was not inconsistent with In's desire to s]i;no her, to do the best that rould be done for her. The tliought that he had ruined her life — that his wrong-doing was at the root of all her miseries — was never absent from his mind. Dr. ^lainwaring was the first to arrive. lie was a man of supreme refinement, gentle, compassionate, an artist by talent and temperament, intellectual to the tips of his frngors. lie had made insanity and the care of the insane the work of his life, as his father and grandfather had done before him, and he enjoyc