arrival. As usual he was prepared to be bellicose, and figuratively, trailed the tails of his coat before his ancient enemy. But the Pasteur would not tread

of the dark coach, "Monsieur le Pasteur

rked the priest with a sniff, "I f

ndorf, and the conversati

f Kleindorf who owned so much. And then that fine house, with its gardens and lovely furniture, which was the talk of Lucerne. And the Pasteur with his 5,000 francs clear to be paid immediately, plus an income of 2,500 for the next ei

me a great lady, even perhaps to adorn the lovely Villa Ogilvy in future years. She would have a word with Juliette,

far away in England, of whom the persistent memory, however much he might flirt, quite prevented Godfrey from f

g ways, and the shower of wealth that had descended on him as though direct from the Bon Dieu, did not lessen his charms. If so, who could blame her? When one has been obliged always to look at both

he one he occupied would be cold in winter, which, when he was out, Juliette made a point of adorning with flowers if these were forthcoming, or failing them with graceful sprays of winter berries. Also she worked him some slippers c

his father, a task which he always thought difficult, to tell him what had happened. As he found explanations imp

and, about ￡12,000, which I am to get when I am twenty-five. Meanwhile I am to have the income, so I am glad to say I shall not cost you any more. Also she has left m

as been little frost. I am getting on well with my French, which I talk with Mademoiselle Juliette, who knows no English, although she thinks she does. She is a pretty gi

tionate son

did she come to leave Godfrey so much money? The story was so strange that he began to wonder whether it were a joke, or perhaps, an hallucination. If not, there must be a great deal unrevealed. The letter which Godfrey said the Paste

was in and showed him to the morning room, where he found Isobel, who informed him that her father had just gone out. Their meeting was not affectionate, for as has been told, Isobel detested Mr. Knight, and he d

he said, "which makes me want to borrow a book. Here it is, p

Godfrey's letters,"

epeated Mr. Knight, th

f her bequest, and secondly, in a more acute fashion, Mademoiselle Boiset, who was pretty and sang so nicely. Miss Ogilvy, whoever she might have been, at any rate, was dead, but Juliette clearly was much alive, with her pret

he letter quite composedly, but with such care that afterwards sh

seems to have b

explanation of this beque

ey was always most truthful and above

d the steady gaze of those grey eyes. She wondere

out about Miss Ogilvy. I have never heard of her before, though I think that in one of

rich, but you might look. Peerages; they're no good as she was Miss Ogilvy, though, of course, s

ot strange, as both Miss Ogilvy's parents had died in Australia, when she was young, lea

communication from a well-known firm of lawyers, which enclosed a copy of Miss Ogilvy's will, called special attention to the codicil affecting himself, duly executed before the

h cheques could be drawn signed by one of the trustees and Mr. Knight. This proviso made the latter even more indignant than before, especially as it was accompanied by an intimation that the trustees would require his son's consent, either by letter or in a personal interview, to any arrangements as to his career, etc., which involved exp

of which an example may be given that was not with

young admirer who was dressed as a knight, she waited for a long while expecting to receive a letter from Godfrey. As none came, although she

d his way into that square, perhaps in the hope of seeing her at the ball in order to say goodbye? This was possible, s

ehow from childhood she acknowledged in her heart that he had every right, though when she said this to herself, she did not in the least understand all that the admission conveyed. Although she bullied and maltreated him at times, yet to he

erself to others. In her example, however, she was not to be thanked, for the reason that she only followed her nature, or perhaps the dictates of that fate which inspires and rules very great love, whether it be between man and woman, between parent and child, between brother and brother, or

rust, her inner sense and instinct told her that he was always hers, that so he had always been and so always would remain. With the advent of womanhood these truths came home to her with an i

nd. The sex element was accidental, so much so that the passage of a few earthly years would rob it of its power to attract and make it as though it had never been, but the perfect friendship between their souls was permanent and without shadow of

on an occasion when she would have much preferred to remain invisible to him, she was filled with remorse, and determine

ied from her thir

at this was all part of the game. You see, we had to pretend that we were knights and ladies who, when they were not cutting throats or being carried off with their hair down, seem to have wasted their time in giving each other favours, and all that sort of bosh. (We did not know what a favour was, so we used a rose.) The truth is that the young man and his armour, especially his spurs which tore my dress, and everything about him bored me, the more so because all the while I was thinking of-well, other things-

of trying to keep up appearances. Do tell me, when you write, how to explain his ever having been your father. If he still wants you to go into the Church I advise you to study the Thirty-nine Articles. I read them all through yesterday, and how anybody can swear to them in this year of grace I'm sure

ws thinner and thinner. The doctor says she ought to go to Egypt, only Father won't hear of it. But I won't write abo

ains and blue, bottomless lakes, etc., which I can read in books. Tell me about

. Also he puts scent upon his hair and can't spell. I know because he

ft it with the housemaid, who promised faithfully to give it to her when she returned, with Isobel's message as to writing the address on the sealed envelope. In order that she might not forget, the maid placed it on a table by the back door. By ill luck, however, presently through that door, came, no

g with Godfrey," he said to himself,

er before it was forwarded. In obedience to this high impulse he opened and read it, with the result that by the time it was finished there was perhaps no more angry clergyman in the British Empire. The description of himself looking as though he had eaten a hatful of crab-apples; the impious r

(for Isobel had forgotten the stamp) "in forwarding such poisonous trash to a son whom I s

etter into a draw

he sent her-no answer. It never occurred to her to make inquiries as to the fate of that letter, except once when she asked the housemaid whom she chanced to meet, whether she had given it to Mrs. Parsons. The girl, whose brain, or whatever repres

s conclusive. Without doubt the letter had gone and duly arrived, only Godfrey did not choose to answer it, that was all. Perhaps this might be because he was still angry on account of the knight in armour-oh! how she hoped that th

g how happy he seemed to be in his new home with such nice ladies around, who it was plain, thought so much of him, and so forth. This garrulity Isobel took as an intended hint and ceased from her conte

a correspondence-after what he had seen in that London square. It is true that in his brief epistles home, which were all addressed to his father, since Mrs. Parsons was what is called "a poor scholar," he did try in a roundab

e had chosen to consider that his wife was hypochondriacal, and all the medical opinions in London would not have induced him to change that view. The fact was, as may be guessed, that it did not suit him to leave England, and that for sundry reasons which need not be detailed, he did not wish that Isobel should accompany her mother to what he called "foreign parts

terviews with Sir John upon thi

to go abroa

u that?" ask

waited for them

o do so. You are an imperti

bout one's mother's health, even if one is a chit?

y, saying things to his daughter o

eased, red-faced, and

nted Minister, as he and Aunt Margaret asked me to. As it is I shall stop here, though if anything happens to Mother, because you will not send her abroad, I shall go if I have to run away. Why won't you let her go?" she

s suggestion, and exc

say one minute that she should go to Egypt, which is hot, and the next to Switzerland, which is cold. Moreover, I mean you to stop in England, and not go fooling about with a lot of strange men in these fo

the truth were known, a little frightened. Still, he would not alter his decision, partly because to do so must interfere with his plans, and he was a very obstinate man, and partly because

bullies are apt to do, and on receipt of an indignant letter from Lord Lynfield, now an old man, who had been informed of the facts by his grand-daughter, offered to send his wife to Egypt, or anywhere else. Again the doctors were called in to report, and told him w

ad done. Indeed, in his confusion, emphasized by sever

will ever be sorry,"

gs to happen. Poor girl! it was her first experience of the sort, and as yet she did not know what things are allowed to ha

uman woes. She saw her mother fading away because of her father's obstinacy and self-seeking, and it was inconceivable to her that such an unnecessary thing could be allowed by a

h. She, poor gentle creature, made no complaints, but only excuses for her husband's conduct. Nor, save for Isobel's sake did she desire to live. Her simple faith upbore

rstand such things," she said to Isobel, "but I wish, dearest, that

it, Mother,"

at her and smil

ge makes me very happy. You see we must all of us go through darkness and storms in life; that is if we are worth anything, for, of course, there are people who do not feel.

; indeed, I think that it must be true, M

showed no outward change of attitude, from that time forward till the

hall meet again. I know it. I

cember, the day upon which Sir John had a

ather were left alone. She confronted him, a tall, slim figure, whose thick blonde hair and pale face contrasted strikingly with her black dress. Enormous in shape, for so Sir John had grown, carmine-coloured shading to purle about the shaved chin and lips (which were also of rather a curious hue), bald

hich he, whose nerves were not so young or st

dead, poor de

pent-up indignation bursting

too burs

I killed her, because I did what I thought the best for all of us? No wom

is one for her, as there ought to be. But I do know

crape-covered hat on to the table in front of him, "and it is that the furt

with you,

r, your cousin Emily. Well, you can go if you like. I'll pay the shot and shut up this house for a while. I'm sick of the cursed place, and can get to Harwi

u, Father

d exclamation he stamped out of the room, kicking Isobel's little terrier out of the path with his elephantine foot. The poor beast, of wh

you poor thing," she whispered to the whimpering dog, which was licking its hanging leg. "There i

eir work, and the raw, brown earth of the grave, mixed with bits of decayed coffins and fragments of perished human bones, was covered with hot-house flowers. Amon

and threw it over the the churchyard wall. Then