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Nuttie's Father

by Charlotte M Yonge


'For be it known
That their saint's honour is their own.'--SCOTT.

The town of Micklethwayte was rising and thriving. There were
salubrious springs which an enterprising doctor had lately brought
into notice. The firm of Greenleaf and Dutton manufactured umbrellas
in large quantities, from the stout weather-proof family roof down to
the daintiest fringed toy of a parasol. There were a Guild Hall and
a handsome Corn Market. There was a Modern School for the boys, and
a High School for the girls, and a School of Art, and a School of
Cookery, and National Schools, and a British School, and a Board
School, also churches of every height, chapels of every denomination,
and iron mission rooms budding out in hopes to be replaced by

Like one of the animals which zoologists call radiated, the town was
constantly stretching out fresh arms along country roads, all living
and working, and gradually absorbing the open spaces between. One of
these arms was known as St. Ambrose's Road, in right of the church,
an incomplete structure in yellow brick, consisting of a handsome
chancel, the stump of a tower, and one aisle just weather-tight and
usable, but, by its very aspect, begging for the completion of the
beautiful design that was suspended above the alms-box.

It was the evening of a summer day which had been very hot. The
choir practice was just over, and the boys came out trooping and
chattering; very small ones they were; for as soon as they began to
sing tolerably they were sure to try to get into the choir of the old
church, which had a foundation that fed, clothed, taught, and finally
apprenticed them. So, though the little fellows were clad in
surplices and cassocks, and sat in the chancel for correctness sake,
there was a space round the harmonium reserved for the more
trustworthy band of girls and young women who came forth next,
followed by four or five mechanics.

Behind came the nucleus of the choir--a slim, fair-haired youth of
twenty; a neat, precise, well-trimmed man, closely shaven, with
stooping shoulders, at least fifteen years older, with a black poodle
at his heels, as well shorn as his master, newly risen from lying
outside the church door; a gentle, somewhat drooping lady in black,
not yet middle-aged and very pretty; a small eager, unformed, black-
eyed girl, who could hardly keep back her words for the outside of
the church door; a tall self-possessed handsome woman, with a fine
classical cast of features; and lastly, a brown-faced, wiry
hardworking clergyman, without an atom of superfluous flesh, but with
an air of great energy.

'Oh! vicar, where are we to go?' was the question so eager to break

'Not to the Crystal Palace, Nuttie. The funds won't bear it. Mr.
Dutton says we must spend as little as possible on locomotion.'

'I'm sure I don't care for the Crystal Palace. A trumpery tinsel
place, all shams.'

'Hush, hush, my dear, not so loud,' said the quiet lady; but Nuttie
only wriggled her shoulders, though her voice was a trifle lowered.
'If it were the British Museum now, or Westminster Abbey.'

'Or the Alps,' chimed in a quieter voice, 'or the Ufizzi.'

'Now, Mr. Dutton, that's not what I want. Our people aren't ready
for that, but what they have let it be real. Miss Mary, don't you
see what I mean?'

'Rather better than Miss Egremont herself,' said Mr. Dutton.

'Well,' said the vicar, interposing in the wordy war, 'Mrs.
Greenleaf's children have scarlatina, so we can't go to Horton
Bishop. The choice seems to be between South Beach and Monks

'That's no harm,' cried Nuttie; 'Mrs. Greenleaf is so patronising!'

'And both that and South Beach are so stale,' said the youth.

'As if the dear sea could ever be stale,' cried the young girl.

'I thought Monks Horton was forbidden ground,' said Miss Mary.

'So it was with the last regime', said the vicar; 'but now the new
people are come I expect great things from them. I hear they are
very friendly.'

'I expect nothing from them,' said Nuttie so sententiously that all
her hearers laughed and asked 'her exquisite reason,' as Mr. Dutton
put it.

'Lady Kirkaldy and a whole lot of them came into the School of Art.'

'And didn't appreciate "Head of Antinous by Miss Ursula Egremont,"'
was the cry that interrupted her, but she went on with dignity
unruffled--'Anything so foolish and inane as their whole talk and all
their observations I never heard. "I don't like this style," one of
them said. "Such ugly useless things! I never see anything pretty
and neatly finished such as we used to do."' The girl gave it in a
tone of mimicry of the nonchalant voice, adding, with fresh
imitation, "'And another did not approve of drawing from the life--
models might be such strange people."'

'My ears were not equally open to their profanities,' said Miss Mary.
'I confess that I was struck by the good breeding and courtesy of the
leader of the party, who, I think, was Lady Kirkaldy herself.'

'I saw! I thought she was patronising you, and my blood boiled!'
cried Nuttie.

'Will boiling blood endure a picnic in the park of so much ignorance,
folly, and patronage?' asked Mr. Dutton.

'Oh, indeed, Mr. Dutton, Nuttie never said that,' exclaimed gentle
Mrs. Egremont.

'Whether it is fully worth the doing is the question,' said the

'Grass and shade do not despise,' said Miss Mary.

'There surely must be some ecclesiastical remains,' said the young

'And there is a river,' added the vicar.

'I shall get a stickleback for my aquarium,' cried Nuttie. 'We shall
make some discoveries for the Scientific Society. I shall note down
every individual creature I see! I say! you are sure it is not a
sham waterfall or Temple of Tivoli?'

'It would please the choir boys and G. F. S. girls quite as much, if
not more, in that case,' said Miss Mary; 'but you need not expect
that, Nuttie. Landscape-gardening is gone by.'

'Even with the county people?' said Nuttie.

'By at least half a century,' said Mr. Dutton, 'with all deference to
this young lady's experience.'

'It was out of their own mouths,' cried the girl defiantly. 'That's
all I know about county people, and so I hope it will be.'

'Come in, my dear, you are talking very fast,' interposed Mrs.
Egremont, with some pain in the soft sweet voice, which, if it had
been a little stronger, would have been the best in the choir.

These houses in St. Ambrose's Road were semi-detached. The pair
which the party had reached had their entrances at the angles, with a
narrow gravel path leading by a tiny grass plat to each. One, which
was covered with a rich pall of purple clematis, was the home of Mrs.
Egremont, her aunt, and Nuttie; the other, adorned with a Gloire de
Dijon rose in second bloom, was the abode of Mary Nugent, with her
mother, the widow of a naval captain. Farther on, with adjoining
gardens, was another couple of houses, in one of which lived Mr.
Dutton; in the other lodged the youth, Gerard Godfrey, together with
the partner of the principal medical man. The opposite neighbours
were a master of the Modern School and a scholar. Indeed, the saying
of the vicar, the Rev. Francis Spyers, was, and St. Ambrose's Road
was proud of it, that it was a professional place. Every one had
something to do either with schools or umbrellas, scarcely excepting
the doctor and the solicitor, for the former attended the pupils and
the latter supplied them. Mr. Dutton was a partner in the umbrella
factory, and lived, as the younger folk said, as the old bachelor of
the Road. Had he not a housekeeper, a poodle, and a cat; and was not
his house, with lovely sill boxes full of flowers in the windows, the
neatest of the neat; and did not the tiny conservatory over his
dining-room window always produce the flowers most needed for the
altar vases, and likewise bouquets for the tables of favoured ladies.
Why, the very daisies never durst lift their heads on his little
lawn, which even bore a French looking-glass globe in the centre.
Miss Nugent, or Miss Mary as every one still called her, as her elder
sister's marriage was recent, was assistant teacher at the School of
Art, and gave private drawing lessons, so as to supplement the
pension on which her mother lived. They also received girls as
boarders attending the High School.

So did Miss Headworth, who had all her life been one of those people
who seem condemned to toil to make up for the errors or disasters of
others. First she helped to educate a brother, and soon he had died
to leave an orphan daughter to be bred up at her cost. The girl had
married from her first situation; but had almost immediately lost her
husband at sea, and on this her aunt had settled at Micklethwayte to
make a home for her and her child, at first taking pupils, but when
the High School was set up, changing these into boarders; while Mrs.
Egremont went as daily governess to the children of a family of
somewhat higher pretensions. Little Ursula, or Nuttie, as she was
called, according to the local contraction, was like the child of all
the party, and after climbing up through the High School to the last
form, hoped, after passing the Cambridge examination, to become a
teacher there in another year.


'And we will all the pleasures prove,
By shallow rivers, by whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.'--Old Ballad.

It was holiday-time, and liberties were taken such as were not
permissible, when they might have afforded a bad precedent to the
boarders. Therefore, when two afternoons later Mary Nugent,
returning from district visiting, came out into her garden behind the
house, she was not scandalised to see a pair of little black feet
under a holland skirt resting on a laurel branch, and going a few
steps more she beheld a big shady hat, and a pair of little hands
busy with a pencil and a blank book; as Ursula sat on the low wall
between the gardens, shaded by the laburnum which facilitated the
ascent on her own side.

'Oh Miss Mary! Delicious! Come up here! You don't know how
charming this is.'

She moved aside so as to leave the ascent--by an inverted flower-pot
and a laurel branch--open to her friend, thus knocking down one of
the pile of books which she had taken to the top of the wall. Miss
Nugent picked it up, 'Marie Stuart! Is this your way of studying

'Now, you know 'tis holiday time, and volunteer work; besides, she
was waiting for you, and I could not help doing this.' She held out
a hand, which was scarcely needed, and Mary sprang lightly to share
her perch upon the wall. 'Look here!'

'Am I to guess the subject as in the game of historic outlines,' said
Miss Nugent, as the book was laid on her lap. 'It looks like a
modern--no, a mediaeval--edition of Marcus Curtius about to leap into
the capital opening for a young man, only with his dogs instead of
his horse. That hound seems very rationally to object.'

'Now don't! Guess in earnest.'

'A compliment to your name. The Boy of Egremont, poor fellow, just
about to bound across the strid.'

'Exactly! I always feel sure that my father must have done something
like this.'

'Was it so heroic?' said Miss Mary. 'You know it was for the
hundredth time, and he had no reason to expect any special danger.'

'Oh, but his mother was waiting, and he had to go. Now, I'll tell
you how it must have been with my father. You know he sailed away in
a yacht before I was born, and poor mother never saw him again; but I
know what happened. There was a ship on fire like the Birkenhead,
and the little yacht went near to pick up the people, and my father
called out, like Sir Humphrey Gilbert--

"Do not fear, Heaven is as near
By water as by land."

And the little yacht was so close when the great ship blew up that it
got sucked down in the whirlpool, and rescuers and all died a noble
death together!'

'Has your mother been telling you?' asked Miss Mary.

'Oh no! she never mentions him. She does not know. No one does; but
I am quite sure he died nobly, with no one to tell the tale, only the
angels to look on, and that makes it all the finer. Or just suppose
he was on a desert island all the time, and came back again to find
us! I sometimes think he is.'

'What? When you are _quite sure_ of the other theory?'

'I mean I am quite sure while I am thinking about it, or reading
Robinson Crusoe, or the Swiss Family.'


'Miss Mary, has no one ever told you anything about my father?'

'No one.'

'They never tell me. Mother cries, and aunt Ursula puts on her
"there's-an-end-of-it look." Do you think there is anything they are
waiting to tell me till I am older?'

'If there were, I am sure you had better not try to find it out

'You don't think I would do anything of _that sort?_ But I thought
you might know. Do you remember their first settling here?'

'Scarcely. I was a very small child then.'

Miss Nugent had a few vague recollections which she did not think it
expedient to mention. A dim remembrance rose before her of
mysterious whisperings about that beautiful young widow, and that it
had been said that the rector of the Old Church had declared himself
to know the ladies well, and had heartily recommended them. She
thought it wiser only to speak of having been one of their first
scholars, telling of the awe Miss Headworth inspired; but the
pleasure it was to bring a lesson to pretty Mrs. Egremont, who always
rewarded a good one with a kiss, 'and she was so nice to kiss--yes,
and is.'

'Aunt Ursel and mother both were governesses,' continued the girl,
'and yet they don't want me to go out. They had rather I was a
teacher at the High School.'

'They don't want to trust their Little Bear out in the world.'

'I think it is more than that,' said the girl. 'I can't help
thinking that he--my father--must have been some one rather grand,
with such a beautiful name as Alwyn Piercefield Egremont. Yes; I
know it was that, for I saw my baptismal certificate when I stood for
the scholarship; it was Dieppe,--Ursula Alice, daughter of Alwyn
Piercefield and Alice Elizabeth Egremont, May 15, 1860. James
Everett--I think he was the chaplain at Dieppe.'

Mary Nugent thought it the wisest way to laugh and say: 'You, of all
people in the world, to want to make out a connection with the

'True love is different,' said Ursula. 'He must have been cast off
by his family for her sake, and have chosen poverty--

"To make the croon a pund, my Alwyn gaed to sea,
And the croon and the pund, they were baith for me."'

Miss Mary did not think a yacht a likely place for the conversion of
a croon into a pound, and the utter silence of mother and aunt did
not seem to her satisfactory; but she feared either to damp the
youthful enthusiasm for the lost father, or to foster curiosity that
might lead to some painful discovery, so she took refuge in an
inarticulate sound.

'I think Mr. Dutton knows,' proceeded Nuttie.

'You don't mean to ask him?'

'Catch me! I know how he would look at me.'

'Slang! A forfeit!'

'Oh, it's holiday time, and the boarders can't hear. There's Mr.
Dutton's door!'

This might in one way be a relief to Miss Nugent, but she did not
like being caught upon the wall, and therefore made a rapid descent,
though not without a moment's entanglement of skirt, which delayed
her long enough to show where she had been, as Mr. Dutton was at the
same moment advancing to his own wall on the opposite side of the
Nugent garden. Perhaps he would have pretended to see nothing but
for Nuttie's cry of glee.

'You wicked elf,' said Miss Mary, 'to inveigle people into
predicaments, and then go shouting ho! ho! ho! like Robin Goodfellow

'You should have kept your elevation and dignity like me,' retorted
Ursula; 'and then you would have had the pleasure of seeing Mr.
Dutton climbing his wall and coming to our feet.'

'Mischievous elves deserve no good news,' said Mr. Dutton, who was by
no means so venerable that the crossing the wall was any effort or
compromise of dignity, and who had by this time joined Mary on her
grass plat.

'Oh, what is it! Are we to go to Monks Horton?' cried Nuttie.

'Here is a gracious permission from Lord Kirkaldy, the only
stipulations being that no vestiges of the meal, such as sandwich
papers or gooseberry skins, be left on the grass; and that nobody
does any mischief,' he added in an awful tone of personality. 'So if
I see anybody rooting up holly trees I shall be bound to interfere.'

'Now, Mr. Dutton, it was only a baby holly in a chink.'

'Only a holly tree! Just like the giant's daughter when she only
carried off waggon, peasant, oxen, and all in her pinafore.'

'It is not longer than my finger now!'

'Well, remember, mischief either wanton or scientific is forbidden.
You are to set an example to the choir-boys.'

'Scientific mischief is a fatal thing to rare plants,' said Mary.

'If I'm not to touch anything, I may as well stay at home,' pouted

'You may gather as many buttercups and daisies as the sweet child
pleases,' said Mr. Dutton; whereupon she threatened to throw her
books at his head.

Miss Nugent asked how they were to go, and Mr. Dutton explained that
there was only a quarter of a mile's walk from the station; that
return tickets would be furnished at a tariff of fourpence a head;
and that there would be trains at 1.15 and 7.30.

'How hungry the children will be.'

'They will eat all the way. That's the worst of this sort of outing.
They eat to live and live to eat.'

'At least they don't eat at church,' said Nuttie.

'Not since the peppermint day, when Mr. Spyers suspended Dickie
Drake,' put in Mary.

And the Spa Terrace Church people said it was incense.'

'No. Nuttie!'

'Indeed they did. Louisa Barnet attacked us about it at school, and
I said I wished it had been. Only they mustn't eat peppermint in the
train, for it makes mother quite ill.'

'Do you mean that Mrs. Egremont will come?' exclaimed Mr. Dutton.

'Oh yes, she shall. It is not too far, and it will be very good for
her. I shall make her.'

'There's young England's filial duty!' said Mary.

'Why, I know what is good for her, and she always does as "I wish."'

'Beneficent despotism!' said Mr. Dutton. 'May I ask if Miss
Headworth is an equally obedient subject.'

'Oh! Aunt Ursel is very seldom tiresome.'

'Nuttie! Nuttie! my dear,' and a head with the snows of more than
half a century appeared on the other side of the wall, under a cap
and parasol. 'I am sorry to interrupt you, but it is cool enough for
your mother to go into the town, and I wish you to go with her.'


'And she put on her gown of green,
And left her mother at sixteen,
To marry Peter Bell!'--WORDSWORTH.

In the shrubberies of Monks Horton were walking a lady somewhat past
middle age, but full of activity and vigour, with one of those bright
faces that never grow old, and with her a young man, a few years over
twenty, with a grave and almost careworn countenance.

More and more confidential waxed the conversation, for the lady was
making fresh acquaintance with a nephew seldom seen since he had been
her pet and darling as almost a baby, and he was experiencing the
inexpressible charm of tone and manner that recalled the young mother
he had lost in early boyhood.

'Then your mind is made up,' she said; 'you are quite right to decide
on having a profession; but how does your father take it?'

'He is quite convinced that to repeat my uncle's life, dangling on as
heir, would be the most fatal mistake.'

'Assuredly, and all the legal knowledge you acquire is so much in
favour of your usefulness as the squire.'

'If I ever am the squire, of which I have my doubts.'

'You expect Mr. Egremont to marry?'

'Not a future marriage, but one in the past.'

'A private marriage! Do you suspect it?'

'I don't suspect it--I know it. I have been hoping to talk the
matter over with you. Do you remember our first governess, Miss

'My dear Mark, did I not lose at Pera the charms of your infancy?'

'Then neither my mother nor my grandmother ever wrote to you about

'I do remember that it struck me that immunity from governesses was a
compensation for the lack of daughters.'

'Can you tell me no details,' said Mark anxiously. 'Have you no
letters? It was about the time when Blanche was born, when we were
living at Raxley.'

'I am sorry to say that our roving life prevented my keeping old
letters. I have often regretted it. Let me see, there was one who
boxed May's ears.'

'That was long after. I think it was that woman's barbarity that
made my father marry again, and a very good thing that was. It was
wretched before. Miss Headworth was in my own mother's time.'

'I begin to remember something happening that your mother seemed
unable to write about, and your grandmother said that she had been
greatly upset by "that miserable affair," but I was never exactly
told what it had been.'

'Miss Headworth came when I was four or five years old. Edda, as we
used to call her in May's language, was the first person who gave me
a sense of beauty. She had dark eyes and a lovely complexion. I
remember in after times being silenced for saying, "not so pretty as
my Edda." I was extremely fond of her, enough to have my small
jealousy excited when my uncle joined us in our walks, and
monopolised her, turning May and me over to play with his dog!'

'But, Mark, Mr. Egremont is some years older than your father. He
could not have been a young man at that time.'

'So much the worse. Most likely he seemed to her quite paternal.
The next thing I recollect was our being in the Isle of Wight, we two
children, with Miss Headworth and the German nurse, and our being
told of our new sister. Uncle Alwyn and his yacht were there, and we
went on board once or twice. Then matters became confused with me, I
recollect a confusion, papa and grandmamma suddenly arriving,
everybody seeming to us to have become very cross, our dear Miss
Headworth nowhere to be found, our attendants being changed, and our
being forbidden to speak of her again. I certainly never thought of
the matter till a month ago. You know my uncle's eyes have been much
affected by his illness, and he has made a good deal of use of me.
He has got a valet, a fellow of no particular country, more Savoyard
than anything else, I fancy. He is a legacy, like other evils, from
the old General, and seems a sort of necessity to my uncle's
existence. Gregorio they call him. He was plainly used to absolute
government, and viewed the coming down amongst us as an assertion of
liberty much against his will. We could see that he was awfully
jealous of my father and me, and would do anything to keep us out;
but providentially he can't write English decently, though he can
speak any language you please. Well, the man and I came into
collision about a scamp of a groom who was doing intolerable mischief
in the village, and whom they put it on me to get discharged. On
that occasion Mr. Gregorio grew insolent, and intimated to me that I
need not make so sure of the succession. He knew that which might
make the Chanoine and me change our note. Well, my father is always
for avoiding rows; he said it was an unmeaning threat, it was of no
use to complain of Gregorio, and we must digest his insolence. But
just after, Uncle Alwyn sent me to hunt up a paper that was missing,
and in searching a writing-case I came upon an unmistakable marriage
certificate between Alwyn Piercefield Egremont and Alice Headworth,
and then the dim recollections I told you of began to return.'

'What did you do?'

'I thought I had better consult my father, expecting to hear that she
was dead, and that no further notice need be taken of the matter.
But he was greatly disturbed to hear of the certificate, and would
hardly believe me. He said that some friend of my grandmother had
written her word of goings on at Freshwater between his brother and
the young governess, and that they went off at once to put a stop to
it, but found us left with the German maid, who declared that Miss
Headworth had gone off with Mr. Egremont in the yacht. No more was
heard of my uncle for six weeks, and when he came back there was a
great row with the old General, but he absolutely denied being
married. I am afraid that was all the old sinner wished, and they
went off together in the yacht to the West Indies, where it was
burnt; but they, as you know, never came to England again, going
straight off to the Mediterranean, having their headquarters at
Sorrento, and cruising about till the General's death ten years ago.'

'Yes, I once met them at Florence, and thought them two weary
pitiable men. One looked at the General as a curious relic of the
old buck of the Regency days, and compassionated his nephew for
having had his life spoilt by dangling after the old man. It was a
warning indeed, and I am glad you have profited by it, Mark.'

'He came back, after the old man died, to club life in London, and
seldom has been near the old place; indeed, it has been let till
recently, and he wants to let it again, but it is altogether too
dilapidated for that without repairs. So he came down to see about
it, and was taken ill there. But to return to what my father told
me. He was shocked to hear of the certificate, for he had implicitly
believed his brother's denial of the marriage, and he said Miss
Headworth was so childish and simple that she might easily have been
taken in by a sham ceremony. He said that he now saw he had done
very wrong in letting his mother-in-law take all the letters about
"that unhappy business" off his hands without looking at them, but he
was much engrossed by my mother's illness, and, as he said, it never
occurred to him as a duty to trace out what became of the poor thing,
and see that she was provided for safely. You know Mrs. Egremont
says laissez faire is our family failing, and that our first thought
is how _not_ to do it.'

'Yes, utter repudiation of such cases was the line taken by the last
generation; and I am afraid my mother would be very severe.'

'Another thing that actuated my father was the fear of getting his
brother into trouble with General Egremont, as he himself would have
been the one to profit by it. So I do not wonder so much at his
letting the whole drop without inquiry, and never even looking at the
letters, which there certainly were. I could not get him to begin
upon it with my uncle, but Mrs. Egremont was strongly on my side in
thinking that such a thing ought to be looked into, and as I had
found the paper it would be best that I should speak. Besides that
there was no enduring that Gregorio should be pretending to hold us
in terror by such hints.'

'Well, and has there been a wife and family in a cottage all this

'Aunt Margaret, he has never seen or heard of her since he left her
at Dieppe! Would you believe it, he thinks himself a victim? He
never meant more than to amuse himself with the pretty little
governess; and he took on board a Mr. and Mrs. Houghton to do
propriety, shady sort of people I imagine, but that she did not

'I have heard of them,' said Lady Kirkaldy, significantly.

'She must have been a kind friend to the poor girl,' said Mark. 'On
some report that Lady de Lyonnais was coming down on her, wrathful
and terrible, the poor foolish girl let herself be persuaded to be
carried off in the yacht, but there Mrs. Houghton watched over her
like a dragon. She made them put in at some little place in Jersey,
put in the banns, all unknown to my uncle, and got them married.
Each was trying to outwit the other, while Miss Headworth herself was
quite innocent and unconscious, and, I don't know whether to call it
an excuse for Uncle Alwyn or not, but to this hour he is not sure
whether it was a legal marriage, and my father believes it was not,
looking on it as a youthful indiscretion. He put her in lodgings at
Dieppe, under Mrs. Houghton's protection, while he returned home on a
peremptory summons from the General. He found the old man in such a
state of body and mind as he tries to persuade me was an excuse for
denying the whole thing, and from that time he represents himself as
bound hand and foot by the General's tyranny. He meant to have kept
the secret, given her an allowance, and run over from time to time to
see her, but he only could get there once before the voyage to the
West Indies. The whole affair was, as he said, complicated by his
debts, those debts that the estate has never paid off. The General
probably distrusted him, for he curtailed his allowance, and scarcely
let him out of sight; and he--he submitted for the sake of his
prospects, and thinking the old man much nearer his end than he
proved to be. I declare as I listened, it came near to hearing him
say he had sold his soul to Satan! From the day he sailed in the
Ninon he has never written, never attempted any communication with
the woman whose life he had wrecked, except one inquiry at Dieppe,
and that was through Gregorio.'

'What! the valet?'

Yes. I believe I seemed surprised at such a medium being employed,
for Uncle Alwyn explained that the man had got hold of the secret
somehow--servants always know everything--and being a foreigner he
was likely to be able to trace her out.

'I daresay he profited by the knowledge to keep Alwyn in bondage
during the old man's lifetime.'

'I have no doubt of it, and he expected to play the same game with
me. The fellow reminds me, whenever I look at him, of a sort of
incarnate familiar demon. When I asked my uncle whether he could
guess what had become of her, he held up his hands with a hideous
French grimace. I could have taken him by the throat.'

'Nay, one must pity him. The morals of George IV.'s set had been
handed on to him by the General,' said Lady Kirkaldy, rejoicing in
the genuine indignation of the young face, free from all taint of
vice, if somewhat rigid. 'And what now?'

'He assured me that he could make all secure to my father and me, as
if that were the important point; but finally he perceived that we
had no right to stand still without endeavouring to discover whether
there be a nearer heir, and my father made him consent to my making
the search, grinning at its Quixotism all the time.'

'Have you done anything?'

'Yes. I have been to Jersey, seen the register--July 20, 1859--and
an old French-speaking clerk, who perfectly recollected the party
coming from the yacht, and spoke of her as tres belle. I have also
ascertained that there is no doubt of the validity of the marriage.
Then, deeply mistrusting Master Gregorio, I went on to Dieppe, where
I entirely failed to find any one who knew or remembered anything
about them--there is such a shifting population of English visitors
and residents, and it was so long ago. I elicited from my uncle that
she had an aunt, he thought, of the same name as herself; but my
father cannot remember who recommended her, or anything that can be a
clue. Has any one looked over my grandmother's letters?'

'I think not. My brother spoke of keeping them till I came to
London. That might give a chance, or the Houghtons might know about
her. I think my husband could get them hunted up. They are sure to
be at some continental resort.'

'What's that?' as a sound of singing was heard.

'"Auld Langsyne." The natives are picnicking in the ravine below
there. They used to be rigidly excluded, but we can't stand that;
and this is the first experiment of admitting them on condition that
they don't make themselves obnoxious.'

'Which they can't help.'

'We have yet to see if this is worse than an Austrian or Italian
festival. See, we can look down from behind this yew tree. It
really is a pretty sight from this distance.'

'There's the cleric heading his little boys and their cricket, and
there are the tuneful party in the fern on the opposite side. They
have rather good voices, unless they gain by distance.'

'And there's a girl botanising by the river.'

'Sentimentalising over forget-me-nots, more likely.'

'My dear Mark, for a specimen of young England, you are greatly
behindhand in perception of progress!'

'Ah! you are used to foreigners, Aunt Margaret. You have never
fathomed English vulgarity.'

'It would serve you right to send you to carry the invitation to go
round the gardens and houses.'

'Do you mean it, aunt?'

'Mean it? Don't you see your uncle advancing down the road--there--
accosting the clergyman--what's his name--either Towers or Spires--
something ecclesiastical I know. We only waited to reconnoitre and
see whether the numbers were unmanageable.'

'And yet he does not want to sit for Micklethwayte?'

'So you think no one can be neighbourly except for electioneering!
O Mark, I must take you in hand.'

'Meantime the host is collecting. I abscond. Which is the least
showy part of the establishment?'

'I recommend the coal cellar--'and, as he went off--'poor boy, he is
a dear good fellow, but how little he knows how to be laughed at!'


'Sigh no more lady, lady sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever,
One foot on sea and one on land--
To one thing constant never.'--Old Ballad.

'So you have ventured out again,' said Lady Kirkaldy, as her nephew
strolled up to her afternoon tea-table under a great cedar tree:

'The coast being clear, and only distant shouts being heard in the

'" Like an army defeated
The choir retreated;
And now doth fare well
In the valley's soft swell,"'

said the aunt.

'At least you have survived; or is this the reaction,' said the
nephew, putting on a languid air.

'There were some very nice people among them, on whom the pictures
were by no means thrown away. What would you say, Mark, if I told
you that I strongly suspect that I have seen your lost aunt?'

'Nonsense!' cried Mark, as emphatically as disrespectfully.

'I am not joking in the least,' said Lady Kirkaldy, looking up at
him. 'I heard the name of Egremont, and made out that it belonged to
a very lady-like pretty-looking woman in gray and white; she seemed
to be trying to check and tame a bright girl of eighteen or so, who
was in a perfect state of rapture over the Vandykes. I managed to
ask the clergyman who the lady was, and he told me she was a Mrs.
Egremont, who lives with her aunt, a Miss Headworth, who boards girls
for the High School; very worthy people, he added.'



'But if it were, she would have known your name.'

'Hardly. The title had not come in those days; and if she heard of
us at all it would be as Kerrs. I ventured further to put out a
feeler by asking whether he knew what her husband had been, and he
said he believed he had been lost at sea, but he, Mr. Spyers I mean,
had only been at Micklethwayte three or four years, and had merely
known her as a widow.'

'I suppose it is worth following up,' said Mark, rather reluctantly.
'I wish I had seen her. I think I should know Miss Headworth again,
and she would hardly know me.'

'You see what comes of absconding.'

'After all, it was best,' said Mark. 'Supposing her to be the real
woman, which I don't expect, it might have been awkward if she had
heard my name! How can we ascertain the history of this person
without committing ourselves?'

Lord Kirkaldy, an able man, who had been for many years a
diplomatist, here joined the party, and the whole story was laid
before him. He was new to Micklethwayte, having succeeded a somewhat
distant kinsman, and did not know enough of the place to be able to
fix on any one to whom to apply for information; but the result of
the consultation was that Lady Kirkaldy should go alone to call on
Miss Headworth, and explain that she was come to inquire about a
young lady of the same name, who had once been governess to the
children of her sister, Lady Adelaide Egremont. Mark was rather a
study to his uncle and aunt all the evening. He was as upright and
honourable as the day, and not only acted on high principle, but had
a tender feeling to the beautiful playfellow governess, no doubt
enhanced by painful experiences of successors chosen for their utter
dissimilarity to her. Still it was evidently rather flat to find
himself probably so near the tangible goal of his romantic search;
and the existence of a first cousin had been startling to him, though
his distaste was more to the taking her from second-rate folk in a
country town than to the overthrow of his own heirship. At least so
he manifestly and honestly believed, and knowing it to be one of
those faiths that make themselves facts, the Kirkaldys did not
disturb him in it, nor commiserate him for a loss which they thought
the best thing possible for him.

Miss Headworth was accustomed to receive visitors anent boarders, so
when Lady Kirkaldy's card was brought to her, the first impression
was that some such arrangement was to be made. She was sitting in
her pretty little drawing-room alone, for Nuttie and her mother had
gone out for a walk with Miss Nugent.

The room, opening on the garden, and cool with blinds, had a certain
homely grace about the faded furniture. The drawings on the walls
were good, the work quaint and tasteful. There was a grand vase of
foxgloves before the empty grate, and some Marshal Nial roses in a
glass on the table. The old lady herself--with alert black eyes and
a sweet expression--rose from her chair in the window to receive her

Lady Kirkaldy felt reassured as to the refinement of the
surroundings, and liked the gentle but self-possessed tones of the
old lady. She noticed the foxgloves.

'Yes,' said Miss Headworth, 'they are the fruits of yesterday's
expedition. My two children, as I call them, brought them home in
triumph. I cannot tell you what pleasure Lord Kirkaldy's kindness
gave them--and many more.'

'I am glad,' said the lady, while she said to herself, 'now for it,'
and sat forward. 'It struck me,' she said, 'on hearing your name
that you might be related to--to a young lady who lived a good while
ago in the family of my sister, Lady Adelaide Egremont.'

A strange look came into Miss Headworth's eyes, her lips trembled,
she clutched tightly the arm of her chair, but then cast a puzzled
glance at her visitor.

'Perhaps if you heard of me then,' said the latter, 'it was as Lady
Margaret Kerr.'

'Yes,' said Miss Headworth, then pausing, she collected herself and
said in an anxious voice, 'Do I understand that your ladyship is
come to inquire for my niece, being aware of the circumstances.'

'I only became aware of them yesterday,' said Lady Kirkaldy. 'I was
in Turkey at the time, and no particulars were given to me; but my
nephew, Mark Egremont, your niece's old pupil, came to consult us,
having just discovered among his uncle's papers evidence of the
marriage, of which of course he had been ignorant.'

'Then,' exclaimed Miss Headworth, holding her hands tightly clasped,
'Shall I really see justice done at last to my poor child?'

'It is young Mark's most earnest wish and his father--'Lady Kirkaldy
hesitated for a word, and Miss Headworth put in:

'His father! Why would he never even acknowledge either Alice's
letters or mine? We wrote several times both to him and Lady
Adelaide, and never received any reply, except one short one,
desiring he might not be troubled on such a subject. It was cruel!
Alice said it was not in his writing. She had done very wrong, and
the family might well be offended, but a poor child like her, just
eighteen, might have been treated with some pity.'

'My sister was in declining health. He was very much engrossed. He
left the matter to--to others,' said Lady Kirkaldy. 'He is very
sorry now that he acquiesced in what was then thought right. He did
not then know that there had been a marriage.'

'I should have thought in that case a clergyman would have been bound
to show the more compassion.'

Lady Kirkaldy knew that the cruel silence had been chiefly the work
of the stem Puritan pitilessness of her mother, so she passed this
over, saying, 'We are all very anxious to atone, as far as possible,
for what is past, but we know little or nothing, only what my nephew
Mark has been able to gather.'

'Little Mark! Alice always talked of him with great affection. How
pleased she will be to hear of his remembering her.'

'Would you object to telling me what you know of this history?' said
Lady Kirkaldy. 'I am afraid it is very painful to you, but I think
we should understand it clearly. Please speak to me as a friend, as
woman to woman.'

'Your ladyship is very kind,' said the poor old lady. 'I have only
mentioned the subject once since we came to settle here, seventeen
years ago, but such things one cannot forget. If you will excuse me,
I have some dates that will assist my accuracy.'

She hurried away, and came back in a few moments, having evidently
dried some tears, perhaps of thankfulness, but she paused as if
reluctant to begin.

'I think your niece had no nearer relation than yourself,' said Lady
Kirkaldy, anxious to set her off and at ease.

'Oh no, or she never would have been so treated. She was an orphan.
My poor brother was a curate. He married--as young men will--on
insufficient means, his strength gave way, and he died of diphtheria
when this poor child was only two years old. Indeed, two little ones
died at the same time, and the mother married again and went to
Shanghai. She did not long live there, poor thing, and little Alice
was sent home to me. I thought I did my best for her by keeping her
at a good school. I have often wished that I had given up my
situation, and become an assistant there, so as to have her more
under my own eyes; but I fancied it important to receive a salary out
of which I could save. I am wearying your ladyship, but I can't but
dwell on the excuses for my poor child.'

'Indeed I wish to hear all the details,' was the sincere and gentle

'I had her with me generally in the holidays, and I confess I was
absolutely alarmed to see how pretty the child was growing, knowing
how great a disadvantage it often is. She was always a good girl,
not naturally so studious as could be wished, but docile, merry,
gentle, a favourite with every one, and peculiarly innocent and
childish. I wished her to remain a few years longer as teacher, but
it so happened that Lady Adelaide Egremont, coming to consult the
head of the establishment about a nursery-governess, saw Alice, and
was so much struck with her sweet face, which was all sunshine then,
as to insist on engaging her.'

'Ah! my dear sister, I remember her enthusiastic letter about her
pretty governess, and her boy's affection for her, an affection that
has lasted--'

'It seemed so safe. A clergyman's family in the country, and so kind
a lady at the head, that, though Alice had been educated for a
superior governess, it appeared the best beginning she could have.
And she was very happy, and met with great kindness. Only,
unfortunately, Lady Adelaide was delicate, and for many weeks
entirely confined to the sofa. Mr. Egremont's elder brother was much
there. He seemed to my poor inexperienced child quite elderly, and
his attentions like those of--of an old uncle--she told me

'He must really have been over forty--'

'No doubt my poor Alice was unguarded. We know what a merry, happy,
childish girl may be, but I never heard that her conduct was even
censured while she remained at Baxley, though I find that Captain
Egremont used to join them in their walks, under pretext of playing
with the children. Then she was sent to Freshwater with the two
eldest children during Lady Adelaide's confinement, and there, most
unjustifiably, Captain Egremont continually visited them from his
yacht, and offered to take them out in it. Alice knew she ought not
to go without a married lady on board, and he brought a Mr. and Mrs.
Houghton to call, who were very kind and caressing to her and the
children, so that she thought all was right. Oh! Lady Kirkaldy, I
don't mean to defend her, I daresay she was very giddy and silly, she
reproaches herself, poor dear, but I do say that a wicked advantage
was taken of her innocence and ignorance. She says that she had
begun to grow a little uneasy at the way people looked when Captain
Egremont joined them on the beach; and the nurse, a German, said
something that she could not understand. On the 1st of July--yes--
but I have the date here--came a telegram to the hotel to have rooms
for Lady de Lyonnais and Mr. Egremont ready by the evening. The
whole place knew it, and some meddling person burst on Alice with the
news, roughly and coarsely given, that they were coming to call her
to account for her goings on. Captain Egremont found her crying in
the utmost terror, and--she really hardly knew what he said to her--
she thinks he offered to shelter her on board the Ninon, from Lady de
Lyonnais' first wrath while he and Mrs. Houghton explained matters;
but she cannot tell, for she lost her senses with fright, only knew
that he was kind and sweet to her in her distress, and thought only
of escaping. Well, I don't excuse her. Of course it was the most
terrible and fatal thing she could have done, and--' The good old
lady was quite overcome, and Lady Kirkaldy had tears in her eyes as
she said,

'It was frightful folly--but she was guarded.'

'Yes, her innocence was guarded, thank God,' said Miss Headworth
fervently. 'You see she did know that Mr. and Mrs. Houghton were on
board, and Mrs. Houghton was a truly kind protector who deserved her
confidence, though, poor lady, she admitted to me that her own
conduct had not been-strictly correct.'

'How long was it before you heard of her?'

'There was a dreadful letter from Mr. Egremont enclosing what was due
of her salary, and then I heard no more for seven months. I went to
the Isle of Wight and made all inquiries, but the nurse and children
had gone away immediately, and I could obtain no trace of them.'

'Then she--your niece, never wrote.'

'She was afraid, poor dear. She had never been at her ease with me.
Her mother had taught her to think me strict and harsh, and she had
never opened to me in those days. Besides, he had forbidden her. At
last, however, in January, came a letter from this Mrs. Houghton,
telling me that my Alice was very unwell at Dieppe, that nothing had
been heard of her husband, Captain Egremont, to whom she had been
married on the 20th of July at St. Philippe, in Jersey, and that she
herself was obliged to leave the place almost immediately; but she
would, if possible, wait till my arrival, as Mrs. Egremont was not in
a condition to be left alone. My dear friends, with whom I was then
living, were as kind as possible, and set me free to go. I was there
in three days, and truly the dear, beautiful, merry girl I had parted
with only a year before was a sad piteous sight. Mrs. Houghton
seemed broken-hearted at leaving her, thinking there was little
chance of her living; but Mr. Houghton, who, I am afraid, was a
professed gambler, had got into some scrape, and was gone to Paris,
where she had to follow him. She told me all about it, and how, when
Captain Egremont fancied that a marriage in the Channel Islands was
one he could play fast and loose with, she had taken care that the
formalities should be such as to make all secure. Foolish and wrong
as poor Alice had been, she had awakened all the best side of that
poor woman's nature, and no mother could have been more careful and
tender. She gave me the certificate--here it is--and assured me that
it would hold good. I have shown it to a lawyer, and he said the
same; but when I sent a copy to Mr. Egremont, my letter was returned

'Captain Egremont had denied the marriage, and they believed him,'
said Lady Kirkaldy. 'It is hard to believe that he could be so
heartless, but he was in bondage to the old General Egremont, and
dreaded losing his inheritance.'

'So he told them in his one visit to Dieppe. He said he must keep
his marriage secret, but promised an allowance, on condition that
Alice would live quietly at Dieppe, and not communicate with any one
of her own family or his. He had left 100 with her, but that was
nearly gone, and she had never heard from him. It had preyed on her,
and she was so ill that I never expected, any more than Mrs.
Houghton, to see her recover. I stayed there with her; she could not
be moved, even if she would have consented, when she was continually
expecting him; but at last--four days after her little girl was born--
came the news of the Ninon having been burnt, with all on board,
three months before. Do you know, strange to say, though I had
feared so much to tell her, she began to revive from that time. The
suspense and watching were over. She saw that he had not deserted
her, and believed that he had loved her to the last. She cried a
great deal, but it was in a peaceful, natural way. I wrote then, as
I had already written, to Lady Adelaide and to Mr. Egremont, but was
not answered.'

'I can account for that,' said Lady Kirkaldy. 'My sister had been
ordered to Madeira in the autumn, and there they remained till her
death in May. All the letters were sent to my mother, and she did
not think fit to forward, or open, any bearing on the subject. In
the meantime Mr. Egremont was presented to the family living, and on
his return moved to Bridgefield Egremont. And you came here?'

'Of course I could not part with my poor Alice again. Mr. and Mrs.
Fordyce, whose daughter I had long ago educated, had always kept up a
correspondence with me, and, knowing all the story, proposed to me to
come here. He was then rector of the old church, and by their help
and recommendation, with such capital as I had, we were able to begin
a little school; and though that has had to give way to the High
School, what with boarders, and with Alice's employment as daily
governess, we have, I am thankful to say, gone on very well and
comfortably, and my dear child has recovered her cheerfulness, though
she can never be quite what--I think she was meant to be,' said the
old lady, with a sad smile, 'though perhaps she is something better.'

'Do you think she was absolutely convinced of his death?'

'Do you mean that he is alive?' exclaimed Miss Headworth in dismay.
'Oh! he is a wickeder man than even I supposed, to have forsaken her
all these years. Is my poor child in his power? Must her peace, now
she has attained it, be disturbed?'

'There is a great deal to take into consideration,' said Lady
Kirkaldy. 'I had better tell you how this visit of mine came about,
and explain some matters about the Egremont family.'

She then told how Captain Egremont, after a brief service in the Life
Guards, had been made to retire, that the old General, whose heir he
was, might keep him in attendance on him. Already self-indulgent and
extravagant, the idleness of the life he led with the worn-out old
roue had deadened his better feelings, and habituated him to
dissipation, while his debts, his expensive habits, and his dread of
losing the inheritance, had bound him over to the General. Both had
been saved from the fire in the Ninon, whence they were picked up by
a Chilian vessel, and they had been long in communicating with home.
The General hated England, and was in broken health. He had spent
the remaining years of his life at various continental resorts, where
he could enjoy a warm climate, combined with facilities for high

When at length, he died, Captain Egremont had continued the life to
which he had become accustomed, and had of late manifested an
expectation that his nephew Mark should play the same part by him as
he had done by the General, but the youth, bred in a very different
tone, would on no account thus surrender himself to an evil bondage.
Indeed he felt all the severity of youthful virtue, and had little
toleration for his uncle's ways of thinking; though, when the old man
had come home ill, dejected, and half blind, he had allowed himself
to be made useful on business matters. And thus he had discovered
the marriage, and had taken up the cause with the ardour stimulated
by a chivalrous feeling for the beautiful vision of his childhood,
whose sudden disappearance had ended his brightest days.

'I suppose it is right and generous of the young man,' said Miss
Headworth. 'But since the--the man is alive, I wish my poor Alice
could have been left at peace!'

'You forget that her daughter has rights which must be taken into

'Little Nuttie! Dear child! I should so far like her to be provided
for, so far as that she need not go out in the world to earn her own
livelihood. But no! better be as we are than accept anything from
that man!'

'I quite understand and respect your feeling, Miss Headworth,'
returned the lady; 'but may I return to my question whether you think
your niece has any doubt of her husband being dead.'

Miss Headworth considered. 'Since you ask me, I think she has kept
the possibility of the life before her. We have never mentioned the
subject, and, as I said, the belief in his death ended a great
suspense and sense of wounded affection. She began soon and
vigorously to turn her attention to the support of her child, and has
found a fair measure of happiness; but at the same time she has
shrunk from all notice and society, more than would be natural in so
very young a widow and so attractive, more than I should have
expected from her original character. And once, when she did
apprehend symptoms of admiration, she insisted that I should tell the
history, enough, as she said, to make it plain that it was
impossible. There was one night too, when she had scarlatina, and
was a little lightheaded, only four years ago, when she talked a good
deal about his coming back; but that might have been only the old
impression on her brain, of that long watching at Dieppe. He--
Captain Egremont, does not yet know where she is?'

'No, certainly not. But I fear he must.'

'I suppose he ought,' sighed Miss Headworth; 'but in the meantime,
till we know what line he takes, surely she need not be unsettled by
the knowledge of his existence.'

'By no means. You had better act as you think best about that. But
you will not object to my nephew, her old pupil, Mark, coming to see
her? I will make him promise not to enter upon the subject.'

Miss Headworth had only time to make a sign of reluctant acquiescence
when the door opened and mother and daughter came in. Nuttie first,
eager as usual and open-mouthed, unaware that any one was there, for
Lady Kirkaldy, wishing to avoid talk and observation, had left her
carriage at the livery stables, and walked to St. Ambrose Road. The
girl, whom in a moment she classed as small, dark, and oddly like May
Egremont, stopped short at sight of a stranger; the mother would have
retreated but for Miss Headworth's nervous call 'Alice, my dear, here
is Lady Kirkaldy.'

Very lovely was Lady Kirkaldy's impression as she saw a slender
figure in a dark gray linen dress, and a face of refined, though not
intellectual, beauty and sweetness, under a large straw hat with a
good deal of white gauziness about it, and the curtsey was full of
natural grace.

'You do not know me,' said Lady Kirkaldy, taking her hand, 'but I am
aunt to some former pupils of yours, one of whom, Mark Egremont, is
very anxious to come and see you.'

'Mark! My dear little Mark,' and her face lighted up. 'How very
kind of him. But he is not little Mark now.'

'He is not a very big Mark either. Most of the Egremonts are small.
I see your daughter takes after them,' said Lady Kirkaldy, shaking
hands with Ursula, who looked at her in unmitigated amazement.

Alice faltered something about Lady Adelaide.

'My dear sister fell into a decline, and died while the three
children were still babies. Poor things, I believe they had a sad
time till their father married a Miss Condamine, who has been an
excellent stepmother to them. I have been to see them, but Mark was
not then at home, so he has come to me at Monks Horton. When will he
find you at home? Or may I bring him in at once. He was to meet me
at Micklethwayte.'

'I should like very much to see him,' was the answer. And Miss
Headworth was obliged to say something about her ladyship taking a
cup of tea. Lady Kirkaldy, knowing that Mark was on the watch, set
off in search of him, and found him, as she expected, pacing the
pavement in front of the church. There was no great distance in
which to utter her explanations and cautions, warning him of her
promise that the intelligence of the husband's being alive was to be
withheld for a fitter time, but he promised dutifully, and his aunt
then took him in with her.

The recognition of her claims was a less stunning shock to Alice
Egremont than to her aunt. Shielded by her illness, as well as by
her simplicity and ignorance, she had never been aware of her aunt's
attempted correspondence with the Egremonts, nor of their deafness to
appeals made on her behalf. Far less had it ever occurred to her
that the validity of her marriage could be denied, and the heinous
error of her elopement seemed to her quite sufficient to account for
her having been so entirely cast off by the family. The idea that as
wife or widow she had any claims on them, or that Ursula might have
rights above those of Mark, had not come into her mind, which,
indeed, at the moment was chiefly occupied by the doubt whether the
milk was come in, and by ordering in the best teacups, presented by
the boarders.

Thus she was in the passage when Mark entered, and his exclamation
instantly was 'Oh, Edda, dear old Edda! You aren't a bit altered!'
and he put his head under her hat and kissed her, adding, as she
seemed rather startled, 'You are my aunt, you know; and where's my
cousin? You are Ursula?'

He advanced upon Nuttie, took her by the hand and kissed her forehead
before she was aware, but she flashed at him with her black eyes, and
looked stiff and defiant. She had no notion of kisses to herself,
still less to her pretty mother whom she protected with a half proud,
half jealous fondness. How could the man presume to call her by that
foolish name? However, that single effusion had exhausted Mark's
powers of cordiality, or else Nuttie's stiffness froze him. They
were all embarrassed, and had reason to be grateful to Lady
Kirkaldy's practised powers as a diplomate's wife. She made the
most of Mrs. Egremont's shy spasmodic inquiries, and Mark's jerks of
information, such as that they were all living at Bridgefield
Egremont, now, that his sister May was very like his new cousin, that
Blanche was come out and was very like his mother, etc. etc. Every
one was more at ease when Lady Kirkaldy carried the conversation off
to yesterday's entertainment, hoping no one had been overtired, and
the like. Mrs. Egremont lighted up a little and began telling some
of the expressions of delight she had heard, and in the midst,
Nuttie, waking from her trance of stiff displeasure, came plump in
with 'Oh! and there's a water-soldier, a real Stratiotes aculeatus in
your lake. May we get it? Mr. Dutton didn't think we ought, but it
would be such a prize!'

'Ursula means a rare water-plant,' said Mrs. Egremont gently, seeing
that Lady Kirkaldy had no notion of the treasure she possessed. 'She
and some of her friends are very eager botanists.'

'I am sure you may,' said the lady, amused.

'Thank you! Then, O mother! Miss Mary and I will go. And we'll
wait till after office hours, and then Gerard Godfrey can come and
fish it out for us! Oh, thank you. He wants the pattern of the
Abbot's cross for an illumination, and he can get some ferns for the

Soon after this ebullition, Lady Kirkaldy carried off her nephew, and
his first utterance outside the door was 'A woman like that will be
the salvation of my uncle.'

'Firstly, if you can bring them together,' said his aunt; 'and
secondly, if there is stuff enough in that pretty creature.'


'Where shall the traitor rest
He, the deceiver?'--SCOTT.

Poor Miss Headworth's peace of mind was utterly destroyed. That the
niece whom she had nursed back to life and happiness, and brought to
love her as a mother, should be at the mercy of a man whom she looked
on as a heartless profligate, was dreadful to her beyond measure.
And it involved Ursula's young life likewise? Could it be a duty,
after these eighteen years, to return to him? What legal rights had
he to enforce the resumption of the wife he had deserted. 'I will
consult Mr. Dutton,' said the old lady to herself; 'Mr. Dutton is the
only person who knows the particulars. He will give me the best

And while Miss Headworth, over her evening toilette, was coming to
this resolution in one bedroom, Nuttie, in another, was standing
aghast at her mother's agitation, and receiving a confession which
filled her with astonishment.

'I can't think why that gentleman should go and be so affectionate
all on a sudden, 'quoth Nuttie;' if he is my cousin, and so fond of
you, why couldn't he have come to see us before?'

'Oh, Nuttie, dear, you don't understand why it is so good of him! My
dear, now this has come, I must tell you--you must hear--the sad
thing your mother did. Yes, my dear, I was their governess--and--and
I did not--In short, my dear, I eloped.'

'You, mother! Oh what fun!' cried the girl in the utter extremity of

'Nuttie!' exclaimed Mrs. Egremont, in a tone of horror and
indignation--nay, of apprehension.

'O mother--I didn't mean that! But I can't get to believe it. You,
little mother mine, you that are so timid and bashful and quiet.
That you--you should have done such a thing.'

'Nuttie, my dear, can't you understand that such a thing would make
me quiet? I am always feeling when I see people, or they bring their
daughters here. "If they only knew--"'

'No, no, no! They would still see you were the sweetest dear. But
tell me all about it. How very much in love you must have been!'
said Nuttie, a magnificent vision of a young sailor with curly hair
and open throat rising before her.

'I think I was more frightened than in love,' faintly said Mrs.
Egremont. 'At least I didn't know it was love, I thought he was only
kind to me.'

'But you liked it?' said Ursula magisterially.

'I liked it, oh, I liked it! It gave me a feeling such as nothing
else ever did, but I never thought of its being love, he was so much

'Older!' exclaimed Nuttie, much taken aback. 'Oh! as old as Mr.

'Mr. Dutton is thirty-six, I think. Yes, he was older than that.'

'Mother, how could you?' For to be older than Mr: Dutton seemed to
the youthful fancy to be near decrepitude; but she added, 'I suppose
he was very noble, and had done great things.'

'He was the grandest gentleman I ever saw, and had such, a manner,'
said the mother, passing over the latter suggestion. 'Anyway, I
never thought what it all meant--all alone with the children as I
was--till I found people looking at me, and laughing at me, and then
I heard Lady de Lyonnais and Mr. Egremont were coming down, very
angry, to send me away. I ought, I know it now, to have waited, for
they would have written to my aunt. But I was horribly frightened,
and I couldn't bear to think of never seeing him again, and he came
and comforted me, and said he would take me to Mrs. Houghton, the
kind lady who was staying in the Ninon, and they would make it all
square for me--and then--oh! it was very sweet--but I never knew that
we were sailing away to Jersey to be married! I knew it was very
dreadful without any one's leave, but it was so noble of him to take
the poor little governess and defend her, and it wasn't as if my
mother had been alive. I didn't know Aunt Ursel then as I did
afterwards. And Mrs. Houghton said there was nothing else to be

'O don't leave off, mother. Do tell me. How long did you have him?'

'Six weeks then--and afterwards one fortnight at Dieppe. He was not
free. He had an old uncle, General Egremont, who was sick and hot-
tempered, and he was obliged to keep everything secret from him, and
therefore from everybody else. And so I was to live at Dieppe, while
he went out to take care of his uncle, and you know--you know--'

'Yes, I know, dear mother. But I am sure he was saving somebody
else, and it was a noble death! And I know how Aunt Ursel came to
Dieppe, and how I--your own little Frenchwoman--came to take care of
you. And haven't we been jolly without any of these fine relations
that never looked after you all this time? Besides, you know he is
very likely to be on a lonely coral island, and will come home yet.
I often think he is.'

'My dear child, I have been happier than I deserved,' said Alice
Egremont, drying her eyes. 'But oh! Nuttie, I hope you will be a
wiser woman than your mother.'

'Come, don't go on in that way! Why, I've such advantages! I've
Miss Mary, and Aunt Ursel, and Mr. Spyers, and Mr. Dutton, and you,
you poor little thing, had nobody! One good thing is, we shall get
the water-soldier. Mr. Dutton needn't come, for he's like a cat, and
won't soil his boots, but Gerard is dying to get another look at the
old ruin. He can't make up his mind about the cross on one of the
stone-coffin lids, so he'll be delighted to come, and he'll get it
out of the pond for us. I wonder when we can go. To-night is choir
practice, and to-morrow is cutting-out day.'

Miss Headworth was not sorry that the small sociabilities of the
friends did not leave her alone with her niece all that evening, or
the next day, when there was a grand cutting-out for the working
party,--an operation always performed in the holidays. Miss
Headworth had of late years been excused from it, and it gave her the
opportunity she wanted of a consultation with Mr. Dutton. He was her
prime adviser in everything, from her investments (such as they were)
to the eccentricities of her timepieces; and as the cuckoo-clock had
that night cuckooed all the hours round in succession, no one thought
it wonderful that she should send a twisted note entreating him to
call as early as he could in the afternoon. Of course Nuttie's
chatter had proclaimed the extraordinary visitors, and it needed not
the old lady's dash under "on an anxious affair" to bring him to her
little drawing-room as soon as he could quit his desk. Perhaps he
hastened his work with a hope in his heart which he durst not
express, but the agitation on the usually placid face forbade him to
entertain it for an instant, and he only said, 'So our expedition has
led to unforeseen consequences, Miss Headworth.' And then she
answered under her breath, as if afraid of being overheard: 'Mr.
Dutton, my poor child does not know it yet, but the man is alive!'

Mr. Dutton compressed his lips. It was the greater shock, for he had
actually made inquiries at the Yacht Club, but the officials there
either had not been made aware of the reappearance of the two
Egremonts, or they did not think it worth while to look beyond the
record which declared that all hands had perished, and the connection
of the uncle and nephew with the Yacht Club had not been renewed.
Presently he said, 'Then hers was a right instinct. There is reason
to be thankful.'

Miss Headworth was too full of her own anxieties to heed his causes
for thankfulness. She told what she had heard from Lady Kirkaldy and
from Mark Egremont, and asked counsel whether it could be Alice's
duty to return to the man who had deserted her, or even to accept
anything from him. There was an impetuous and indignant spirit at
the bottom of the old lady's heart, in spite of the subdued life she
had led for so many years, and she hardly brooked the measured
considerate manner in which her adviser declared that all depended on
circumstances, and the manner in which Captain Egremont made the
first move. At present no one was acting but young Mark, and, as Mr.
Dutton observed, it was not a matter in which a man was very likely
to submit to a nephew's dictation.

There was certainly no need for Mrs. Egremont to _force_ her presence
on him. But Mr. Dutton did think that for her own sake and her
child's there ought to be full recognition of their rights, and that
this should be proved by their maintenance.

'I imagine that Ursula may probably be a considerable heiress, and
her lights must not be sacrificed.'

'Poor little girl! Will it be for her happiness? I doubt it

'Of that I suppose we have no right to judge,' said Mr. Dutton,
somewhat tremulously. 'Justice is what we have to look to, and to
allow Nuttie to be passed over would be permitting a slur to be cast
on her and her mother.'

'I see that,' said Miss Headworth, with an effort. 'I suppose I am
after all a selfish, faithless old woman, and it is not in my hands
after all. But I must prepare my poor Alice for what may be coming.'

'If any terms are offered to her, she had better put the matter into
a lawyer's hands. Dobson would be a safe man to deal with.'

Miss Headworth was amazed that he--who had helped her in many a
little question bordering on law--should not proffer his aid now in
this greatest stress. He was a resolute, self-controlled man, and
she never guessed at the feeling that made him judge himself to be no
fitting champion for Alice Egremont against her husband. Ever since,
ten years ago, he had learnt that his beautiful neighbour did not
regard herself so certainly a widow as to venture to open her heart
to any other love, he had lived patiently on, content to serve her as
a trustworthy friend, and never betraying the secret hope so long
cherished and now entirely crushed.

He was relieved to escape from the interview, and the poor old lady
remained a little more certain as to her duty perhaps, but with a
certainty that only made her more unhappy, and she was so restless
and nervous that, in the middle of the evening's reading of
Archbishop Trench's Lectures on History, Alice suddenly broke off in
the very middle of a sentence and exclaimed, 'Aunt Ursel! you are
keeping something from me.'

Miss Headworth made a faint attempt by saying something about
presently, and glancing with her eyes to indicate that it was to be
reserved till after Nuttie's bedtime, but the young lady comprehended
the signs and exclaimed, 'Never mind me, Aunt Ursel,--I know all
about mother; she told me last night.'

'It is!' broke in Mrs. Egremont, who had been watching her aunt's
face. 'You have heard of _him_.'

'Oh, my father! You really have!' cried Nuttie. 'Then he really was
on the desert island all this time; I was quite sure of it. How
delightful!' She jumped up and looked at the door, as if she
expected to see him appear that instant, clad in skins like Robinson
Crusoe, but her aunt's nervous agitation found vent in a sharp
reproof: 'Nuttie, hold your tongue, and don't be such a foolish
child, or I shall send you out of the room this instant!'

'But aunt?' gasped Alice, unable to bear the suspense.

'Yes, my poor dear child. Captain Egremont with the General got off
with some of the crew in a boat when the Ninon was burnt. He spent a
good many years abroad with the old man, but he has now inherited the
family place, and is living there.' Miss Headworth felt as if she
had fired a cannon and looked to see the effect.

'Ah, if we could have stayed at Dieppe!' said Mrs. Egremont. 'But we
did write back to say where we could be heard of.'

'That was of no use. Mark found no traces of us when he went

'Did he send Mark?'

'No. My dear Alice, I must not conceal from you that this is all Mr.
Mark Egremont's doing. He seems to have been helping his uncle with
his papers when he came on the evidence of your marriage, and,
remembering you as he does, he forced the confession of it from the
captain, and of his own accord set forth to discover what had become
of you and to see justice done to you.'

'Dear little Mark!' said she; 'he always was such an affectionate
little boy.'

'And now, my dear, you must consider how you will receive any
advances on his part.'

'Oh, Aunt Ursel, don't! I can't talk now. Please let me go to bed.
Nuttie, dear, you need not come yet.'

The desire for solitude, in which to realise what she had heard, was
overpowering, and she fled away in the summer twilight, leaving
Nuttie with wide open eyes, looking after her vanished hero and
desert island.

'My poor Alice!' sighed the old lady.

'Aunt Ursel!' exclaimed Nuttie, 'was--I mean--is my father a good or
a bad man?'

'My dear, should a daughter ask such a question?'

'Aunt Ursel, I can't help it. I think I ought to know all about it,'
said Nuttie gravely, putting away her childishness and sitting down
by her aunt. 'I did not think so much of it when mother told me they
eloped, because, though I know it was very wrong, people do do odd
things sometimes when they are very much in love (she said it in a
superior patronising tone that would have amused Miss Headworth very
much at any other time); and it has not spoilt mother for being the
dearest, sweetest, best thing in the world, and, besides, they had
neither of them any fathers or mothers to disobey. But, then, when I
found he was so old, and that he kept it a secret, and must have told
stories only for the sake of money (uttered with extreme contempt), I
didn't like it. And if he left her as Theseus left Ariadne, or Sir
Lancelot left Elaine, I--I don't think it is nice. Do you think he
only pretended to be lost in the Ninon to get rid of her, or that he
could not find her?'

'The Ninon was really reported lost with all on board,' said Miss
Headworth. 'That was ascertained. He was saved by a Chilian ship,
and seems to have been a good while making his way back to Europe. I
had taken care that our address should be known at Dieppe, but it is
quite possible that he may not have applied to the right people, or
that they may not have preserved my letter, so that we cannot feel
sore that he was to blame.'

'If he had been worth anything at all, he would have moved heaven and
earth to find her!' cried Nuttie; 'and you said yourself it was all
_that_ Mark's doing!'

'He seems to be a very upright and generous young man, that Mr. Mark
Egremont,' said Miss Headworth, a whole romance as to Nuttie's future
destiny sweeping across her mind in an instant, with a mental
dispensation to first cousins in such a case. 'I think you will find
him a staunch champion even against his own interests.'

Perceptions came across Nuttie. 'Oh, then I am a sort of lost
heiress, like people in a story! I see! But, Aunt Ursel, what do
you think will happen?'

'My dear child, I cannot guess in the least. Perhaps the Egremont
property will not concern you, and only go to male heirs. That would
be the best thing, since in any case you must be sufficiently
provided for. Your father must do that.'

'But about mother?'

'A proper provision must be insisted on for her,' said Miss
Headworth. 'It is no use, however, to speculate on the future. We
cannot guess how Mr. Mark Egremont's communication will be received,
or whether any wish will be expressed for your mother's rejoining
your father. In such a case the terms must be distinctly understood,
and I have full trust both in Mr. Mark and in Lady Kirkaldy as her
champions to see that justice is done to you both.'

'I'm sure he doesn't deserve that mother should go to him.'

'Nor do I expect that he will wish it, or that it would be proper;
but he is bound to give her a handsome maintenance, and I think most
probably you will be asked to stay with your uncle and cousins,' said
Miss Headworth, figuring to herself a kind of Newstead Abbey or some
such scene of constant orgies at Bridgefield Egremont.

'I shall accept nothing from the family that does not include
mother,' said Nuttie.

'Dear child, I foresee many trials, but you must be her protector.'

'That I will,' said Nuttie; and in the gallant purpose she went to
bed, to find her mother either asleep or feigning slumber with tears
on her cheek.


'Presumptuous maid, with looks intent,
Again she stretched, again she bent,
Nor knew the gulf between.'--GRAY.

It all seemed like a dream to Ursula, perhaps likewise to her mother,
when they rose to the routine of daily life with the ordinary
interests of the day before them. There was a latent unwillingness
in Mrs. Egremont's mind to discuss the subject with either aunt or
daughter; and when the post brought no letter, Ursula, after a
moment's sense of flatness, was relieved, and returned to her eager
desire to hurry after the water-soldier. It was feasible that very
afternoon. Mary Nugent came in with the intelligence.

'And can Gerard come? or we shall only look at it.'

'Yes, Gerard can come, and so will Mr. Dutton,' said Mary, who,
standing about half-way between Mrs. Egremont and her daughter, did
not think herself quite a sufficient chaperon.

'He will look on like a hen at her ducklings,' said Nuttie. 'It is
cruel to take him, poor man!'

'Meantime, Nuttie, do you like an hour of "Marie Stuart?"'

'Oh, thank you!' But she whispered, 'Aunt Ursel, may I tell her?'

'Ask your mother, my dear.'

Leave was given, half reluctantly, and with a prohibition against
mentioning the subject to any one else, but both mother and aunt had
confidence in Mary Nugent's wisdom and discretion, so the two friends
sat on the wall together, and Ursula poured out her heart. Poor
little girl! she was greatly discomfited at the vanishing of her
noble vision of the heroic self-devoted father, and ready on the
other hand to believe him a villain, like Bertram Risingham, or 'the
Pirate,' being possessed by this idea on account of his West Indian
voyages. At any rate, she was determined not to be accepted or
acknowledged without her mother, and was already rehearsing
magnanimous letters of refusal.

Miss Mary listened and wondered, feeling sometimes as if this were as
much a romance as the little yacht going down with the burning ship;
and then came back the recollection that there was a real fact that
Nuttie had a father, and that it was entirely uncertain what part he
might take, or what the girl might be called on to do. Considering
anxiously these bearings of the question, she scarcely heard what she
was required to assent to, in one of Nuttie's eager, 'Don't you think

'My dear Nuttie,' she said, rousing herself, 'what I do think is that
it will all probably turn out exactly contrariwise to our
imaginations, so I believe it would be wisest to build up as few
fancies as possible, but only to pray that you may have a right
judgment in all things, and have strength to do what is right,
whatever you may see that to be.'

'And of course that will be to stick by mother.'

'There can be little doubt of that, but the how? No, dear, do not
let us devise all sorts of _hows_ when we have nothing to go upon.
That would be of no use, and only perplex you when the time comes.
It would be much better to "do the nexte thinge," and read our "Marie

Nuttie pouted a little, but submitted, though she now and then broke
into a translation with 'You know mother will never stand up for
herself,' or 'They think I shall be asked to stay with the Egremonts,
but I must work up for the exam.'

However, the school habit of concentrating her attention prevailed,
and the study quieted Nuttie's excitement. The expedition took place
as arranged. There was a train which stopped so that the party could
go down by it, and the distance was not too great for walking back.

Mr. Dutton met them on the platform, well armed with his neat silk
umbrella, and his black poodle, Monsieur, trotting solemnly after
him. Gerard Godfrey bore materials for an exact transcript of the
Abbot's monumental cross, his head being full of church architecture,
while Nuttie carried a long green tin case, or vasculum as she chose
to call it, with her three vowels, U A E, and the stars of the Little
Bear conspicuously painted on it in white.

'You did not venture on that the other day,' said Mr. Dutton. 'How
much of the park do you mean to carry away in it?'

'Let me take it,' said Gerard politely.

'No, thank you. You'd leave it behind, while you were pottering over
the mouldings.'

'You are much more likely to leave it behind yourself.'

'What--with my soldier, my Stratiotes, in it? I think I see myself.'

'Give it to me,' said Gerard. 'Of course I can't see you carrying a
great thing like that.'

'Can't you, indeed?'

'Gently, gently, my dear,' said Miss Mary, as the young people seemed
very near a skirmish, and the train was sweeping up. Then there was
another small scuffle, for Nuttie had set her heart on the third
class; but Mr. Dutton had taken second-class tickets, and was about
to hand them into a carriage whence there had just emerged a very
supercilious black-moustached valet, who was pulling out a leather-
covered dressing-case, while Gerard was consoling Nuttie by telling
her that Monsieur never deigned to go third class.

'It is a smoking carriage,' said Miss Nugent, on the step. 'Pah! how
it smells,' as she jumped back.

'Beautiful backy--a perfect nosegay,' said Gerard.

'Trust that fellow for having the best.'

'His master's, no doubt,' suggested Mr. Dutton.

'You'd better go in it, to enjoy his reversion,' said Nuttie.

'And where's my escort, then?'

'Oh, I'm sure we don't want you.'

'Nuttie, my dear,' expostulated Miss Nugent, dragging her into the
next carriage.

'You may enjoy the fragrance still,' said Nuttie when seated. 'Do
you see--there's the man's master; he has stood him up against that
post, with his cigar, to wait while he gets out the luggage. I
daresay you can get a whiff if you lean out far enough.'

'I say! that figure is a study!' said Gerard. 'What is it that he is
so like?'

'Oh! I know,' said Nuttie. 'It is Lord Frederick Verisopht, and the
bad gentlefolks in the pictures to the old numbers of Dickens that
you have got, Miss Mary. Now, isn't he? Look! only Lord Frederick
wasn't fat.'

Nuttie was in a state of excitement that made her peculiarly
unmanageable, and Miss Nugent was very grateful to Mr. Dutton for his
sharp though general admonition against staring, while, under pretext
of disposing of the umbrella and the vasculum, he stood up, so as to
block the window till they were starting.

There was no one else to observe them but a demure old lady, and in
ten minutes' time they were in open space, where high spirits might
work themselves off, though the battle over the botanical case was
ended by Miss Nugent, who strongly held that ladies should carry
their own extra encumbrances, and slung it with a scarf over Nuttie's
shoulders in a knowing knapsack fashion.

The two young people had known one another all their lives, for
Gerard was the son of a medical man who had lived next door to Miss
Headworth when the children were young. The father was dead, and the
family had left the place, but this son had remained at school, and
afterwards had been put into the office at the umbrella factory under
charge of Mr. Dutton, whose godson he was, and who treated him as a
nephew. He was a good-hearted, steady young fellow, with his whole
interest in ecclesiastical details, wearing a tie in accordance with
'the colours,' and absorbed in church music and decorations, while
his recreations were almost all in accordance therewith.

There was plenty of merriment, as he drew and measured at the very
scanty ruins, which were little more than a few fragments of wall,
overgrown luxuriantly with ivy and clematis, but enclosing some fine
old coffin-lids with floriated crosses, interesting to those who
cared for architecture and church history, as Mr. Dutton tried to
make the children do, so that their ecclesiastical feelings might be
less narrow, and stand on a surer foundation than present interest, a
slightly aggressive feeling of contempt for all the other town
churches, and a pleasing sense of being persecuted.

They fought over the floriations and mouldings with great zest, and
each maintained a date with youthful vigour--both being, as Mr.
Dutton by and by showed them, long before the foundation. The pond
had been left to the last with a view to the wellbeing of the water-
soldier on the return. Here the difficulties of the capture were
great, for the nearest plant flourished too far from the bank to be
reached with comfort, and besides, the sharp-pointed leaves to which
it owes its name were not to be approached with casual grasps.

'Oh Monsieur, I wish you were a Beau,' sighed Nuttie. 'Why, are you
too stupid to go and get it?'

'It is a proof of his superior intelligence,' said Mr. Dutton.

'But really it is too ridiculous--too provoking--to have come all
this way and not get it,' cried the tantalised Nuttie. 'Oh, Gerard,
are you taking off your boots and stockings? You duck!'

'Just what I wish I was,' said the youth, rolling up his trousers.

But even the paddling in did not answer. Mr. Dutton called out
anxiously, 'Take care, Gerard, the bottom may be soft,' and came down
to the very verge just in time to hold out his hand, and prevent an
utterly disastrous fall, for Gerard, in spite of his bare feet, sank
at once into mud, and on the first attempt to take a step forward,
found his foot slipping away from under him, and would in another
instant have tumbled backwards into the slush and weeds. He
scrambled back, his hat falling off into the reeds, and splashing Mr.
Dutton all over, while Monsieur began to bark 'with astonishment at
seeing his master in such a plight,' declared the ladies, who stood
convulsed with cruel laughter.

'Isn't it dreadful?' exclaimed Ursula.

'Well! It might have been worse,' gravely said Mr. Dutton, wiping
off the more obnoxious of his splashes with his pocket handkerchief.

'Oh I didn't mean you, but the water-soldier,' said Nuttie. 'To have
come five miles for it in vain!'

'I don't know what to suggest,' added Gerard. 'Even if the ladies
were to retire--'

'No, no,' interposed Mr. Dutton, ''tis no swimming ground, and I
forbid the expedient. You would only be entangled in the weeds.'

'Behold!' exclaimed Mary, who had been prowling about the banks, and
now held up in triumph one of the poles with a bill-hook at the end
used for cutting weed.

'Bravo, Miss Nugent!' cried Gerard.

'Female wit has circumvented the water-soldier,' said Mr. Dutton.

'Don't cry out too soon,' returned Mary; 'the soldier may float off
and escape you yet.'

However, the capture was safely accomplished, without even a dip
under water to destroy the beauty of the white flowers. With these,
and a few waterlilies secured by Gerard for the morrow's altar vases,
the party set out on their homeward walk, through plantations of
whispering firs, the low sun tingeing the trunks with ruddy light;
across heathery commons, where crimson heath abounded, and the
delicate blush-coloured wax-belled species was a prize; by cornfields
in ear hanging out their dainty stamens; along hedges full of
exquisite plumes of feathering or nodding grass, of which Nuttie made
bouquets and botanical studies, and Gerard stored for harvest
decorations. They ran and danced on together with Monsieur at their
heels, while the elders watched them with some sadness and anxiety.
Free-masonry had soon made both Mary and Mr. Dutton aware of each
other's initiation, and they had discussed the matter in all its
bearings, agreed that the man was a scoundrel, and the woman an
angel, even if she had once been weak, and that she ought to be very
resolute with him if he came to terms. And then they looked after
their young companions, and Mr. Dutton said, 'Poor children, what is
before them?'

'It is well they are both so young,' answered Mary.


'It is the last time--'tis the last!'--SCOTT.

Sundays were the ever-recurring centres of work and interests to the
little circle in St. Ambrose's Road. To them the church services and
the various classes and schools were the great objects and
excitements of the week. A certain measure of hopeful effort and
varying success is what gives zest to life, and the purer and higher
the aim, and the more unmixed the motives, the greater the happiness
achieved by the 'something attempted, something done.'

Setting apart actual spiritual devotion, the altar vases, purchased
by a contribution of careful savings, and adorned with the Monks
Horton lilies, backed by ferns from the same quarter; the surplices
made by the ladies themselves, the chants they had practised, the
hymns they had taught, could not but be much more interesting to them
than if they had been mere lookers on. Every cross on the markers,
every flower on the altar cloth was the work of one or other of them;
everything in the church was an achievement, and choir boys, school
children, Bible classes, every member of the regular congregation,
had some special interest; nay, every irregular member or visitor
might be a convert in time--if not a present sympathiser, and at the
very least might swell the offertory that was destined to so many
needs of the struggling district.

Thus it was with some curiosity mingled with self-reproach that
Nuttie, while singing her Benedictus among the tuneful shop-girls, to
whom she was bound to set an example, became aware of yesterday's
first-class traveller lounging, as far as the rows of chairs would
permit, in the aisle, and, as she thought, staring hard at her
mother. It was well that Mrs. Egremont's invariable custom was never
to lift her eyes from her book or her harmonium, or she surely must
have been disconcerted, her daughter thought, by the eyes that must
have found her out, under her little black net bonnet and veil, as
the most beautiful woman in church,--as she certainly was,--even that
fine good-for-nothing gentleman thinking so. Nuttie would add his
glances to the glories of her lovely mother!

And she did so, with triumph in her tone of reprobation, as she
trotted off, after the early dinner, to her share of Sunday-school
work as usual under Miss Nugent's wing. It began with a children's
service, and then ensued, in rooms at the factory, lent by Mr.
Dutton, the teaching that was to supply the omissions of the Board
School; the establishment of a voluntary one being the next ambition
of St. Ambrose's.

Coming home from their labours, in the fervent discussion of their
scholars, and exchanging remarks and greetings with the other
teachers of various calibres, the friends reached their own road, and
there, to their amazement, beheld Miss Headworth.

'Yes, it really is!' cried Nuttie. 'We can't be too late? No--
there's no bell! Aunt Ursel! What has brought you out? What's the
matter? Where's mother?'

'In the house. My dear,' catching hold of her, and speaking
breathlessly, 'I came out to prepare you. He is come--your father--'

'Where?' cried Nuttie, rather wildly.

'He is in the drawing-room with your mother. I said I would send
you.' Poor Miss Headworth gasped with agitation. 'Oh! where's Mr.
Dutton--not that anything can be done--'

'Is it _that man_?' asked Nuttie, and getting no answer, 'I know it
is! Oh Aunt Ursel, how could you leave her with him? I must go and
protect her. Gerard--come. No, go and fetch Mr. Dutton.'

'Hush! hush, Nuttie,' cried her aunt, grasping her. 'You know
nothing about it. Wait here till I can tell you.'

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