The Project Gutenberg EBook of Englefield Grange, by H. B. Paull This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org Title: Englefield Grange or Mary Armstrong's Troubles Author: H. B. Paull Release Date: December 30, 2010 [EBook #34794] Language: English Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ENGLEFIELD GRANGE *** Produced by Malcolm Farmer, Mary Meehan and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net ENGLEFIELD GRANGE OR, MARY ARMSTRONG'S TROUBLES BY MRS. H. B. PAULL AUTHOR OF "EVELYN-HOWARD," "STRAIGHT PATHS AND CROOKED WAYS" Warne's Star Series LONDON: FREDERICK WARNE AND CO. AND NEW YORK "The love of money is the root of all evil."—1 TIM. vi. 10 CONTENTS. CHAPTER I. BY THE SEA CHAPTER II. WHO SAVED HER? CHAPTER III. A SOCIAL DILEMMA CHAPTER IV. DIFFICULTIES TO BE OVERCOME CHAPTER V. AT THE REVIEW CHAPTER VI. BUCEPHALUS CHAPTER VII. FREDDY'S NEW SCHOOL CHAPTER VIII. ENGLEFIELD GRANGE CHAPTER IX. LOOKING BACK CHAPTER X. HENRY HALFORD'S NEW STUDY CHAPTER XI. OUR ANTIPODES CHAPTER XII. FIRST IMPRESSIONS CHAPTER XIII. A CHANGE OF OPINION CHAPTER XIV. AN UNEXPECTED JOURNEY CHAPTER XV. A VISIT AND ITS CONSEQUENCES CHAPTER XVI. THE COMMEMORATION WEEK CHAPTER XVII. CHRISTCHURCH MEADOWS CHAPTER XVIII. MOTHER AND DAUGHTER CHAPTER XIX. HENRY HALFORD WRITES A LETTER CHAPTER XX. HUSBAND AND WIFE CHAPTER XXI. MOTHER AND SON CHAPTER XXII. PARK LANE IN JUNE CHAPTER XXIII. A DISCOVERY AND ITS RESULT CHAPTER XXIV. NEW ARRIVALS CHAPTER XXV. COUNTRY COUSINS CHAPTER XXVI. AT THE STATION CHAPTER XXVII. TEMPTED CHAPTER XXVIII. COUSIN SARAH CHAPTER XXIX. CONSCIENCE CHAPTER XXX. UNCONSCIOUS RIVALS CHAPTER XXXI. THE NEW CURATE CHAPTER XXXII. AT GUY'S HOSPITAL CHAPTER XXXIII. CHARLES HERBERT GIVES HIS OPINION CHAPTER XXXIV. REPENTANCE CHAPTER XXXV. A PANIC IN THE CITY CHAPTER XXXVI. GIPSY DORA CHAPTER XXXVII. AT MEADOW FARM CHAPTER XXXVIII. THE NEW RECTOR OF BRIARSLEIGH ENGLEFIELD GRANGE CHAPTER I. BY THE SEA. THE AFTERNOON SUN OF EARLY SUMMER SHONE BRIGHTLY ON THE ARM OF THE SEA WHICH JOINS THE SOLENT AT WEST COWES, IN THE ISLE OF WIGHT. A FEW BOATS WERE MOORED ALONGSIDE THE LANDING-PLACE, BUT AS THE SEASON HAD NOT YET COMMENCED, THE boatmen were standing about idle, scarcely hoping for a fare. PRESENTLY THREE LADIES AND A LITTLE BOY WERE OBSERVED DESCENDING THE STEPS, AND ONE OF THE MEN, WITH WHOM THE LADIES seemed acquainted, hastily advanced, and touching his cap, exclaimed— "Want a boat, ma'am, to-day? splendid tide!" THE LADY WAS ABOUT TO REPLY, WHEN HER YOUNGEST DAUGHTER, A BEAUTIFUL GIRL OF ABOUT EIGHTEEN, TOUCHED HER ON THE ARM, and exclaimed— "Oh, mamma, look at the waves; is not the sea very rough to-day?" "LOR', NO, MISS," REPLIED THE MAN, "THAT'S ONLY A LITTLE RIPPLE, CAUSED BY THE FRESH BREEZE; THE BOAT 'ILL SAIL BEAUTIFUL IF YOU'RE going up the Solent, for she'll have wind and tide in her favour." MARIA ST. CLAIR LOOKED ABOVE AND AROUND HER AS THE MAN SPOKE, AND TRULY THE SEA PRESENTED A CHARMING ASPECT OF crested, tiny waves, rippling in the breeze, and sparkling beneath the sun, shining in a sky of brilliant blue. HER FEARS ALMOST GAVE WAY AT THE SIGHT, YET HER SISTER'S REMARK, ALTHOUGH IT SHAMED HER INTO SILENCE, DID NOT COMPLETE THE cure. "WHY, MARIA, HOW CAN YOU BE SO FOOLISH? IF YOU HAD SAILED TO INDIA AND BACK, AS I HAVE DONE, YOU WOULD LAUGH AT YOUR fears of a sea like this." "YOU SHALL NOT VENTURE, MY DEAR," SAID HER MOTHER, WHO WORE A WIDOW'S COSTUME, "UNLESS YOU FEEL QUITE WILLING TO DO so." "OH, THANK YOU, MAMMA, BUT I WOULD RATHER GO WITH YOU. I WANT TO CONQUER THIS NERVOUSNESS ON THE WATER; WHY, EVEN on a steamer I always feel afraid." WHILE THEY TALKED THE MEN WERE LAUNCHING A PRETTILY-RIGGED PLEASURE BOAT, THE COLOURS OF GREEN AND GOLD WITH WHICH IT WAS PAINTED GLEAMING IN PLEASANT CONTRAST WITH THE RIPPLING WATER; AND OVER THE SEATS IN THE STERN AN AWNING WAS stretched to protect the ladies from the sun's rays. MRS. ST. CLAIR AND HER ELDER DAUGHTER, MRS. HERBERT, WITH HER LITTLE BOY OF FOUR, WERE, HOWEVER, SAFELY SEATED IN THE BOAT before Maria could make up her mind to follow them. AT A PART OF WEST COWES NEAR THIS LANDING-PLACE STOOD A ROW OF PRIVATE HOUSES, THE BACK WINDOWS OVERLOOKING THE SEA, AND THE GARDENS REACHING DOWN TO IT PROTECTED BY A SEA WALL. AS IN DEVONSHIRE, THE FOLIAGE OF THIS BEAUTIFUL ISLAND IN SOME PART STRETCHES DOWN TO THE WATER'S EDGE, AND GARDENS NEAR THE SEA ARE OFTEN WELL FILLED WITH ROSES AND OTHER summer flowers in profusion. IN ONE OF THESE GARDENS, AND VERY NEAR THE BOUNDARY WALL AGAINST WHICH THE HIGH TIDE DASHED PLEASANTLY, STOOD A gentleman earnestly watching the embarkation of the party in the pleasure-boat. HIS DRESS WAS MORE LIKE THAT OF THE YEOMAN OF THOSE DAYS THAN THE SEASIDE COSTUME OF A GENTLEMAN. THE THICK SHOES AND DRAB GAITERS, PART OF THE CUSTOMARY GARB OF A FARMER, WERE, HOWEVER, CONCEALED BY THE GARDEN WALL, AND WHEN FOR A MOMENT HE TOOK OFF THE WHITE, LOW-CROWNED BEAVER HAT, AND RUBBED HIS FINGERS THROUGH HIS HAIR, THE FACE AND HEAD WERE THOSE OF A HANDSOME MAN OF THE INTELLECTUAL TYPE. REGULAR FEATURES, CLEAR OLIVE SKIN, DARK SPARKLING EYES, HAIR, EYEBROWS, AND WHISKERS OF ALMOST RAVEN BLACKNESS, AND A CERTAIN AIR OF REFINEMENT, WERE CERTAINLY NOT QUITE IN CHARACTER WITH HIS homely attire. "WHERE HAVE I SEEN THAT FACE?" HE SAID TO HIMSELF, AS MARIA ST. CLAIR PAUSED IRRESOLUTELY WITH ONE FOOT ON THE PROW OF the boat. "It is very beautiful." AND THE GENTLEMAN'S REFLECTIONS WERE NOT FAR WRONG. PLAINLY, BUT TASTEFULLY DRESSED, THE LITHE FIGURE SLIGHTLY BENT FORWARD IN A SHRINKING, YET GRACEFUL ATTITUDE, AND THE OUTSTRETCHED TINY FOOT WERE ATTRACTIVE ENOUGH TO EXCITE NOTICE. BUT THE FACE TRULY DESERVED THE EPITHET BESTOWED UPON IT BY THE LOUNGER IN THE GARDEN. FAIR AT THIS MOMENT, EVEN TO PALENESS, THE DELICATELY-CHISELLED FEATURES, THE HALF-OPENED LIPS, EXPRESSIVE OF FEAR, AND EXPOSING THE PEARLY TEETH, AND THE LONG FAIR RINGLETS THAT FELL ON HER SHOULDERS MADE UP A PICTURE WHICH WHEN ONCE SEEN WAS NOT EASILY FORGOTTEN. SUCH A FACE IS OFTEN SUPPOSED TO BELONG TO A WOMAN DEVOID OF CHARACTER OR INSIPID, BUT FROM THIS APPEARANCE IT WAS SAVED BY MARKED eyebrows darker than the hair and violet eyes shaded by long dark lashes. WHILE THUS EDWARD ARMSTRONG STOOD MAKING A PHOTOGRAPH OF THE YOUNG GIRL ON HIS MEMORY, HE RECALLED THE FACT THAT HE HAD SEEN HER AT CHURCH ON THE PREVIOUS SUNDAY AS ONE OF THE PUPILS OF A LADIES' SCHOOL, AND HAD BEEN ATTRACTED TO NOTICE her by her retiring timid manner, which to him formed her greatest charm. HE REMAINED TO WATCH TILL HE SAW HER SAFELY SEATED IN THE BOAT WITH THE OTHER LADIES, AND THEN, AS THE ROWERS TURNED IN THE DIRECTION OF THE SOLENT, HE FOUND HIMSELF OBSERVED BY THE LADIES. AT ONCE, BUT NOT ABRUPTLY, HE LEFT HIS POST OF OBSERVATION, SAYING TO HIMSELF, "I'LL FIND OUT THE NAME OF THAT FAIR LASSIE FROM MY LANDLADY; SHE HAS LIVED HERE MANY YEARS AND KNOWS EVERYBODY." AT THE GARDEN DOOR HE MET THE VERY PERSON OF WHOM HE THOUGHT, AND SHE AT ONCE OPENED THE subject without requiring him to "beat about the bush" for that purpose. "YOU'VE BEEN WATCHING THE LADIES EMBARK, SIR," SHE SAID; "IT'S A LOVELY DAY FOR A ROW OR EVEN A SAIL, IF THEY LIKE. MRS. ST. CLAIR AND HER DAUGHTER, MRS. HERBERT, OFTEN HIRES THAT BOAT FOR THEMSELVES, BUT IT'S THE FIRST TIME I'VE EVER SEEN MISS Maria on the sea, except in a steamboat; she's very much afraid of the water." "Is Mrs. St. Clair a visitor?" he asked. "WELL, SIR, IN ONE WAY SHE IS, FOR SHE'S VISITING HER DAUGHTER, MRS. HERBERT, WHO RESIDES HERE WITH HER LITTLE BOY. HER husband, Captain Herbert, is in India, and she came over about twelve months ago, on account of her health. "MRS. ST. CLAIR HAS A HOUSE NEAR LONDON, AND SHE'S A REAL LADY, SIR," CONTINUED THE OLD WOMAN, GLAD TO HAVE FOR ONCE AN INTERESTED LISTENER. "SHE'S ONE OF THE ELLIOTS; THEY'RE A WARWICKSHIRE FAMILY, AND SHE MARRIED THE HONOURABLE MR. ST. CLAIR, A GRANDSON OF LORD SELMORE'S. HE WASN'T VERY WELL OFF, SIR—YOU KNOW THOSE YOUNGER SONS SELDOM ARE—AND when he died, about five years ago, he left his widow a very small income, and nothing for his three daughters." "And is Mrs. Herbert the eldest?" he asked. "No, sir; Miss St. Clair, when she was only twenty, married a rich admiral fifty years of age, and now she's Lady Elston. BUT FOR MY PART I CAN'T UNDERSTAND HOW A WOMAN CAN MARRY A MAN SO MUCH OLDER THAN HERSELF, JUST FOR MONEY AND A TITLE. MISS HELEN, THAT'S MRS. HERBERT, MADE THE BEST MATCH. CAPTAIN HERBERT'S NOT MUCH OLDER THAN SHE IS, AND HE'S GOT PRIVATE PROPERTY BESIDES HIS PAY. SHE WAS VERY HIGH-SPIRITED AND INDEPENDENT, AND WOULD GO AND BE A GOVERNESS, AND I THINK MISS MARIA, THAT'S THE YOUNGEST, WANTS TO DO THE SAME NOW SHE'S LEFT SCHOOL, BUT HER MAMMA WONT HEAR OF IT BECAUSE SHE'S SO TIMID; ALL THE YOUNG LADIES ARE VERY CLEVER AND ACCOMPLISHED. BUT I BEG YOUR PARDON, SIR, I'M KEEPING you standing to listen to my gossip, and I daresay you want your tea." "YES, IF YOU PLEASE, MRS. LAKE, AS SOON AS YOU LIKE," AND EDWARD ARMSTRONG TURNED INTO HIS PARLOUR, FORMING A RESOLUTION IN HIS MIND THAT BY SOME MEANS OR OTHER HE WOULD PREVENT THE POSSIBILITY OF MARIA ST. CLAIR EVER BECOMING A governess. IT HAD COST THE TIMID GIRL A STRONG EFFORT TO ENTER THE BOAT; SHE TOTTERED, AND WOULD HAVE FALLEN MORE FROM FEAR THAN FROM THE ROCKING OF THE BOAT, HAD NOT THE MAN HELD HER FIRMLY, AND EVEN WHEN FIRST SEATED, SHE HELD ON WITH BOTH HANDS WHILE the rowers brought the boat round, and could not feel secure till they were rowing gently with the tide. After awhile her sister remarked, "This is pleasant now, is it not, Minnie?" "OH, YES, DELIGHTFUL," SHE REPLIED, "AND I'M SO GLAD YOU AND MAMMA PERSUADED ME TO COME, FOR I'M TIRED OF BEING laughed at, and called a coward; why, even little Charlie does not seem afraid!" "Not he, are you, my pet?" continued his mother, addressing her boy. "No, mamma, not a bit; I like it better than riding in a coach or a train." FOR SOME DISTANCE THEY CONTINUED THEIR COURSE TOWARDS RYDE, TILL MRS. ST. CLAIR, LOOKING AT HER WATCH, AND FINDING THEY HAD BEEN OUT MORE THAN AN HOUR, EXPRESSED A WISH TO RETURN. SHE HAD NOTICED ALSO THAT THE BREEZE STIFFENED AS THE SUN APPROACHED THE WEST, AND ALTHOUGH NO THOUGHT OF DANGER ENTERED HER MIND, SHE WAS UNWILLING TO WAIT FOR A ROUGH SEA TO ALARM HER TIMID DAUGHTER. THE TIDE HAD TURNED, AND THEREFORE THE RETURN WOULD, SHE KNEW, BE AS FREE FROM DIFFICULTY ON that score as on the way out, but the wind would be against them, and create, of course, an uneasy motion of the boat. IT WAS AS SHE EXPECTED. THE REMOVAL OF THE AWNING BECAME NECESSARY, AND THE ROCKING OF THE LITTLE CRAFT DURING THIS PERFORMANCE SO ALARMED POOR MARIA THAT SHE BECAME COMPLETELY UNNERVED, NOR COULD ALL THE EFFORTS OF HER FRIENDS AND THE BOATMEN REASSURE HER. HOWEVER, AT TIMES THEY WERE SHELTERED, AND ALTHOUGH MARIA FELT A MOTION WHICH THRILLED THROUGH THE BOAT AS IT BATTLED WITH THE WAVES ROUGHENED BY THE WIND, SHE WAS BECOMING MORE AT EASE, AND BY THE TIME THEY PASSED OSBORNE HOUSE, NOT THEN A ROYAL RESIDENCE, AND CAME IN SIGHT OF THE HOUSES OF WEST COWES, SHE WAS positively beginning to enjoy her trip, and could talk pleasantly to her mother and sister. MEANWHILE EDWARD ARMSTRONG SAT AT HIS SOLITARY TEA-TABLE WRAPPED UP IN HIS OWN THOUGHTS. MRS. LAKE CAME IN TO FETCH the tea-things, but he did not speak. She roused him, however, by one remark— "THE LADIES HAVE GOT A BEAUTIFUL EVENING FOR THEIR TRIP, SIR," SHE SAID; "THEY GENERALLY STAY OUT TWO HOURS, BUT THEY STARTED later than usual this evening—I suppose because the days are getting longer, and they're not back yet." "IT IS A BEAUTIFUL EVENING," REPLIED THE YOUNG MAN, RISING AND GOING TO THE OPEN WINDOW; "I MAY AS WELL HAVE A STROLL BY the sea as sit here." "So I thought, sir," was the reply, "and that's why I mentioned it." EDWARD ARMSTRONG SMILED AS HE LEFT THE ROOM, UNPREPARED FOR THE EVENTS OF AN EVENING WHICH FOR HIS WHOLE LIFE WOULD never be obliterated from his memory. WHEN HE REACHED THE VILLAGE STREET, AND TURNED DOWN BY THE LANDING-PLACE TO THE BEACH, THE CHANGE FROM THE COSTUME OF THE AFTERNOON TO A SUIT OF BLACK, AND A BLACK HAT WITH A CRAPE BAND, MADE HIS APPEARANCE ENTIRELY THAT OF A GENTLEMAN; there was nothing of the farmer's slouch in the tall, well-built, erect figure, and manly carriage. HE WANDERED ON THE BEACH FOR SOME TIME, ENJOYING THE SWEET FRESHNESS OF THE SEA-BREEZE AND WATCHING THE RIPPLING WAVES, OVER WHICH THE APPROACH OF SUNSET THREW A GLOW OF CRIMSON AND GOLD; NOW AND THEN, HOWEVER, CASTING GLANCES IN THE DIRECTION OF RYDE, WITH A HOPE OF ONCE MORE BEHOLDING THE FACE THAT HAD SO COMPLETELY ENTHRALLED HIM. THE CHURCH CLOCK STRUCK SEVEN, AND PRESENTLY, AS HE STOOD AT A POINT A LITTLE BEYOND THE BATTERY FROM WHICH ROYAL SALUTES ARE NOW FIRED, HE SAW THE SOUTHAMPTON STEAMER COMING ROUND A POINT OF LAND AT A LITTLE DISTANCE. HE, WITH OTHERS, WALKED QUIETLY ON TOWARDS THE LANDING-PLACE, ACTUATED BY THE CURIOSITY AS TO NEW ARRIVALS WHICH GENERALLY BESETS OCCASIONAL RESIDENTS AT the seaside. BUT HIS ATTENTION WAS QUICKLY WITHDRAWN FROM THE STEAMER. IN THE DIRECTION OF RYDE HE COULD SEE THE GREEN AND GOLD OF the pleasure-boat as it approached, struggling against the wind, which made her progress difficult and uneasy. THE ROWERS WERE EVIDENTLY MAKING FOR THE POINT FROM WHICH THE BOAT HAD STARTED, NOT VERY FAR FROM THE SPOT WHERE THE STEAMER NOW LAY, BLOWING OFF HER STEAM, YET EASILY REACHED WITHOUT DANGER OF BEING RUN DOWN, EVEN IF SHE MOVED BEFORE they could do so. BUT THE STEAMER HAD ALREADY CREATED A DIFFICULTY, FOR WHEN THE BOAT ENTERED THE POINT WHERE THE WATERS UNITE, SHE ENCOUNTERED ALSO THE SWELL MADE BY THE PADDLE-WHEELS. STEADILY THE MEN PLIED THEIR OARS, WHILE THE BOAT, DANCING AND ROLLING ON THE SURGE, CAUSED BY THE UNITED EFFECTS OF THE WIND, THE STEAMER, AND THE DOUBLE CURRENTS, ATTRACTED THE ATTENTION OF OTHERS BESIDES EDWARD ARMSTRONG. HE COULD DISTINGUISH THE LADIES CLEARLY AS THE MEN NEARED THE SHORE. HE SAW THE PALE FACE AND THE VIOLET EYES OF MARIA ST. CLAIR FIXED UPON THE STEAMER WITH PAINFUL INTENSENESS; HE SAW THE LITTLE GLOVED HANDS CLASPED ON HER LAP, AS IF BY THAT VIOLENT PRESSURE SHE COULD PREVENT THE STEAMER FROM MOVING. THE MEN WERE BENDING ALL THEIR STRENGTH TO THE OARS, AS WITH RAPID STROKES THEY MADE FOR THE LANDING-PLACE. NEARER AND NEARER CAME THE BOAT TILL WITHIN FIFTY YARDS OF THE SHORE. THE SPECTATORS SCARCELY BREATHED AS IT PASSED UNDER THE STERN OF THE steamer, no one on deck seeming to notice it. Would they reach the shore before it moved? "Is there any danger?" was eagerly asked. "NO; BOATS LIKE THAT WOULD RIDE THE WAVE SAFELY—BESIDES, THE MEN ARE BECOMING USED TO STEAMERS NOW, AND SAILORS CAN always avoid danger." ALAS! NOT ALWAYS. AT THIS CRITICAL MOMENT THE STEAMER MOVED FROM THE PIER, ITS PADDLE-WHEELS BACKING SLOWLY TO MAKE THE TURN TOWARDS RYDE MORE EASILY; FROM BENEATH THEM THE FOAMING WATER ROLLED IN EDDYING, AGITATING CIRCLES, SWELLING THE ALREADY DISTURBED WAVES. UPON ONE OF THESE THE BOAT WAS LIFTED, AND THEN TO THE TERRIFIED OCCUPANTS APPEARED TO BE sinking headlong into the trough of the sea. EDWARD ARMSTRONG STRETCHED OUT HIS ARMS AS IF TO AVERT THE IMPENDING DANGER. HE HAD SEEN THE YOUNG GIRL RISE FROM HER SEAT, AND AS SHE TOTTERED FROM THE CONSEQUENCES OF THIS ALMOST ALWAYS FATAL ACT, SHE CAUGHT AT HER LITTLE NEPHEW'S ARM, and the next moment they were both struggling together in the surging water. THERE WERE SCREAMS ON THE SHORE—RUNNING TO AND FRO—A CRY FOR ROPES—THE STOPPAGE OF THE STEAMER, FROM WHICH A boat was quickly lowered; but unexpected help was nearer at hand. A GENTLEMAN ON THE BEACH WAS SEEN TO THROW OFF HIS COAT AND HAT, AND PLUNGE INTO THE BOILING WAVES. IN A FEW MOMENTS HE RETURNED WITH THE LITTLE BOY IN HIS ARMS, FOR WHOM MANY HANDS WERE EAGERLY HELD OUT. HE PAUSED NOT A MOMENT, BUT struck out again towards the spot at which he had seen the young girl fall overboard. THE ROWERS HAD HASTENED ON TO THE SHORE, IN ORDER TO LAND THE ALARMED MOTHER AND SISTER IN SAFETY, THEY THEN QUICKLY proceeded to the spot where the boat from the steamer had already arrived with ropes. AMONGST THE ANXIOUS SPECTATORS ON SHORE STOOD MRS. LAKE, WHO, THE INSTANT SHE SAW MRS. ST. CLAIR AND HER DAUGHTER, RUSHED TOWARDS THEM, EXCLAIMING, "OH PRAY, LADIES, DO NOT STAY HERE, THE GENTLEMAN IS SURE TO SAVE MISS MARIA, HE'S MY lodger, and——" At this moment Mrs. Herbert started forward, she had seen her boy carried from the water and ran to meet him. "TAKE THE LITTLE BOY TO MY HOUSE, MRS. HERBERT, PRAY DO," CRIED THE EXCITED LANDLADY; "IT'S CLOSE BY, AND HE'LL WANT attention directly." TOO BEWILDERED TO REFUSE, AND ANXIOUS ALSO TO REMOVE HER MOTHER FROM THE SCENE OF EXCITEMENT, FOR MRS. ST. CLAIR SEEMED READY TO FAINT AS SHE STOOD, MRS. HERBERT TOOK HER ARM, AND TOGETHER THEY FOLLOWED THE MAN WHO CARRIED LITTLE Charlie. "YOU KNOW WHERE IT IS, TOM," SAID MRS. LAKE TO THE MAN; "TAKE THE LADIES, I'LL BE THERE DIRECTLY; I MUST STAY AND SEE IF Mr. Armstrong saves that dear young lady," she added to herself, as she turned back to the shore. MEANWHILE THE MEN HAD CHEERED THE STRANGER AS HE PLUNGED A SECOND TIME INTO THE WAVES, BUT HE REMAINED MORE THAN once so long under water when diving, that fears were entertained for his own fate. There was a pause. At last, amid the SHOUTS OF THE SPECTATORS, HE ROSE TO THE SURFACE, BUT SO FAINT AND EXHAUSTED THAT HE HAD ONLY SUFFICIENT STRENGTH TO GIVE UP THE APPARENTLY LIFELESS BODY OF MARIA ST. CLAIR TO THE MEN IN ONE OF THE BOATS. HE WOULD HIMSELF HAVE SUNK AFTER DOING so, had he not been quickly seized by ready hands and dragged into the boat. A FEW MOMENTS BROUGHT THEM TO SHORE, AMID THE CHEERS OF THE SPECTATORS, WHO WERE, HOWEVER, HUSHED TO SILENCE WHEN Maria St. Clair and her deliverer, both to all appearance dead, were lifted out of the boat. "Oh dear! oh, sir! Mr. Armstrong, and Miss Maria too!—oh, that I should live to see this day!" "HUSH! THAT OUTCRY WILL DO NO GOOD," AND THE VOICE OF THE DOCTOR STAYED THE USELESS COMPLAINTS OF MRS. LAKE. "IS THERE any house near to which this lady can be taken?" "OH YES, SIR," SHE REPLIED, "MINE IS CLOSE BY; MRS. HERBERT'S THERE NOW WITH THE LITTLE BOY, AND THE GENTLEMAN'S OWN apartments are at my house." BUT EDWARD ARMSTRONG HAD BY THIS TIME SO FAR RECOVERED, THAT WITH ASSISTANCE HE WAS ABLE TO LEAVE THE BOAT AND FOLLOW on foot the bearers of that lifeless form to his own apartments, with trembling steps and a sinking at his heart. HE WAS MET AT THE DOOR BY MRS. ST. CLAIR AND MRS. HERBERT. THE FORMER IN DISMAY AT HER DAUGHTER'S APPEARANCE, COULD NOT UTTER A WORD, BUT MRS. HERBERT, AS HE ENTERED, HELD OUT HER HAND, AND CLASPING THAT OF HER CHILD'S DELIVERER, SHE EXCLAIMED, "GOD BLESS YOU, SIR, I CAN NEVER REPAY YOU FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE." HE HAD NO HEART TO REPLY, BUT HE PRESSED THE HAND HE HELD, AND TURNED TOWARDS HIS OWN BEDROOM WITH THE PAINFUL THOUGHT THAT ALL HIS EFFORTS, EVEN AT THE risk of his own life, had been unsuccessful in the case of Maria St. Clair. CHAPTER II. WHO SAVED HER? THE QUESTION WHICH HEADS THIS CHAPTER WAS ASKED BY MANY ON THAT MEMORABLE EVENING, LONG AFTER IT BECAME KNOWN THAT THE REMEDIES AND PROMPT MEASURES ADOPTED BY THE DOCTORS HAD BEEN SUCCESSFUL IN RESTORING MARIA ST. CLAIR TO consciousness after hours of anxious suspense. The same question will occur to the reader, to whom, perhaps, the answer may prove a disappointment. IN A STREET NEAR THE MOST FASHIONABLE PART OF THE WEST END OF LONDON, STOOD A LARGE AND WELL-BUILT HOUSE, THE LOWER PART OF WHICH BORE THE APPEARANCE OF A PLACE OF BUSINESS, HALF-SHOP, HALF-OFFICE. ABOVE IT, IN LARGE LETTERS, APPEARED THE words, "Edward Armstrong, Corn Factor." THE HANDSOME, INTELLECTUAL-LOOKING MAN WHO HAD SO COURAGEOUSLY DISTINGUISHED HIMSELF ON THE BEACH AT WEST COWES, COULD BOAST OF NO HIGHER POSITION THAN THAT OF A LONDON TRADESMAN, NOR OF ANY ANCESTORS MORE HONOURABLE THAN ENGLAND'S YEOMEN. FOR NEARLY TWO HUNDRED YEARS THE ARMSTRONGS HAD BEEN KNOWN AS FARMERS IN THE NEIGHBOURHOOD OF BASINGSTOKE. ONLY ONE DIRECT BRANCH OF THE FAMILY NOW REMAINED, AN AGED FARMER STILL OCCUPYING MEADOW FARM, AND Edward Armstrong, his only child. THE BOY EARLY GAVE EVIDENCE THAT HE POSSESSED TASTES VERY DIFFERENT TO THOSE REQUIRED IN AGRICULTURAL PURSUITS. ON THIS ACCOUNT HIS MOTHER, WHO, LIKE MANY MOTHERS, WISHED HER SON TO BE MORE EDUCATED THAN HIS PARENTS, STRONGLY ENCOURAGED THE PROPOSAL THAT HE SHOULD BE SENT TO BOARDING-SCHOOL. THAT HER BOY SHOULD BECOME WHAT THE COUNTRY FOLKS CALL A "FINE scholar," was her greatest ambition. WHETHER HE OBTAINED THAT TITLE OR NOT, IT IS CERTAIN THAT AT SCHOOL HE QUICKLY DEVELOPED INTELLECTUAL TASTES, AND ACQUIRED A CERTAIN DEGREE OF REFINEMENT, WHICH MADE HIM QUITE UNFIT FOR ASSOCIATION, EXCEPT IN THE CORN MARKET, WITH FARMERS WHO TALKED OF THEIR "'AY AND THEIR WHOATS, AND WHATE." FOR A FEW YEARS, HOWEVER, HE REMAINED AT HOME, AND ACQUIRED SUFFICIENT KNOWLEDGE OF THESE SAID "WHOATS AND WHATE" TO BE VERY USEFUL TO HIM IN HIS PRESENT POSITION. AFTER AWHILE, HIS father consented to his going to London and establishing a business. NOTWITHSTANDING EDWARD ARMSTRONG'S TASTE FOR READING AND OTHER LITERARY PURSUITS, HE WAS STILL A THOROUGH MAN OF business, and had succeeded so well in his London undertaking, that at the age of thirty-three he found himself master of a splendid business, a well-furnished house, known and respected on the Corn Exchange, and still unmarried. YET WITH ALL HIS LITERARY AND SCIENTIFIC KNOWLEDGE—WHICH WAS NOT A LITTLE—WITH ALL HIS INDUSTRY, ENERGY, AND BUSINESS HABITS, HE HAD STRONG PREJUDICES CONSEQUENT UPON EARLY EDUCATION; PECULIAR NOTIONS ON VARIOUS SUBJECTS, AND A WILL, AS well as opinions, that would brook no contradiction. Much of all this might have been softened down and removed by an early and suitable marriage. BUT ONE OF EDWARD ARMSTRONG'S PECULIARITIES WAS SHOWN IN HIS DETERMINATION, WHEN HE DID MARRY, TO HAVE A REAL LADY FOR his wife—in those days not a very easy matter for a man in trade. HIS APPEARANCE IN THE ISLE OF WIGHT WAS CAUSED BY HAVING HAD TO ATTEND THE FUNERAL OF HIS MOTHER, AND HE HAD BEEN SPENDING A FORTNIGHT AT HIS OLD HOME, AND MAKING ARRANGEMENTS FOR A COUSIN AND HIS WIFE TO MANAGE THE FARM, UNDER HIS father's guidance, when business matters brought him from Meadow Farm to the Isle of Wight. He had been detained at COWES FOR NEARLY A WEEK WHEN THE ALARMING EVENTS DESCRIBED IN THE LAST CHAPTER MADE A HERO OF HIM, ALMOST AGAINST HIS will. ON REACHING HIS BEDROOM ON THAT EVENTFUL EVENING, HE FOUND DOCTORS AND NURSES READY TO PRESCRIBE AND ATTEND TO HIM. HE WAS QUICKLY STRIPPED OF HIS WET CLOTHES, HURRIED TO BED, AND MADE TO TAKE PROPER REMEDIES IN SPITE OF A GREAT DEAL OF SELF-WILLED OPPOSITION. MRS. LAKE HAD SECURED THE ATTENDANCE OF HER OWN DOCTOR, WHO DIVIDED HIS TIME BETWEEN HER BEST ROOM, OCCUPIED BY MARIA ST. CLAIR, AND THAT OF HER DELIVERER. MRS. ST. CLAIR'S MEDICAL ATTENDANT WAS ALSO PRESENT during that terrible time, in which the gentle spirit of her daughter, Maria, fluttered on the confines of eternity. EDWARD ARMSTRONG, HOWEVER, COULD NOT COMPOSE HIMSELF TO SLEEP; INDEED HE OPENLY REFUSED TO TAKE A DRAUGHT WHICH THE DOCTOR HAD SENT TO ENABLE HIM TO DO SO. MRS. LAKE, THEREFORE, VENTURED TO SEND FOR DR. FREEMAN, HOPING THAT HE might be better able to influence the refractory patient. "DOCTOR," SAID EDWARD, AS THE FORMER ENTERED THE ROOM, FULLY INTENDING TO EXERT HIS PROFESSIONAL AUTHORITY, "I CANNOT AND will not sleep till I hear more favourable accounts of Miss St. Clair. Tell me at once if there is any hope." "HEY-DAY, MY FRIEND, YOUR ENERGY GIVES ME STRONG HOPES FOR YOUR OWN COMPLETE RECOVERY AT ALL EVENTS, BUT YOU KNOW WELL THAT WE ARE NOT THE ARBITERS OF LIFE AND DEATH; WE CAN ONLY USE ALL THE MEANS AND TRUST TO A HIGHER POWER FOR THE result." "But is there any hope?" persisted Edward. "CERTAINLY, I CANNOT DENY THERE IS HOPE," HE REPLIED. "DR. ANSON ALSO IS VERY SANGUINE RESPECTING THE RESULT OF OUR EFFORTS; BUT, MY FRIEND, IF YOU WILL NOT TAKE THE SLEEPING DRAUGHT, I MUST INSIST ON YOUR KEEPING YOURSELF WARM AND QUIET, OR THE CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR SEA-BATH WILL BE MORE SERIOUS THAN YOU ANTICIPATE; AND NOW I MUST RETURN TO MISS ST. CLAIR, WHO at the present moment requires all the attention we can give her." "Send me word directly a change for the better takes place," said the patient anxiously, as Dr. Freeman turned to go. "I will come myself," he replied, "on condition that you keep quiet and try to sleep." "WELL," THOUGHT THE DOCTOR, AS WITH CAUTIOUS STEPS HE PROCEEDED TO THE YOUNG LADY'S ROOM, "THE MAN HAS NOT BEEN IN THIS PLACE MUCH MORE THAN A WEEK, HIS LANDLADY TELLS ME, OR I SHOULD SUPPOSE HE WAS MISS ST. CLAIR'S LOVER BY THE WAY HE goes on." COULD HE HAVE BEEN AWARE OF EDWARD ARMSTRONG'S THOUGHTS, AS HE LAY WITH CLOSED EYES, BUT MENTALLY AWAKE, HE WOULD more readily have understood the cause of his restless and wakeful anxiety. HE HAD TRIED TO SAVE THE LIFE OF A GIRL TO WHOM HE HAD BEEN STRANGELY ATTRACTED, AND AFTER ALL, THOUGH HE MIGHT MOURN OVER THE UNTIMELY DEATH WHICH COULD BLIGHT SUCH A LOVELY FLOWER, STILL HE HAD NOT EVEN A RIGHT TO SYMPATHISE WITH HER RELATIVES, TO WHOM HE WAS A STRANGER. THEY MIGHT CERTAINLY APPRECIATE HIS SYMPATHY, AND BE GRATEFUL FOR HIS EFFORTS TO SAVE HER, BUT they could not know anything of the hopes which he had within the last few days encouraged and fostered. AND WHAT WERE THESE HOPES? HE ASKED HIMSELF. WERE THEY NOT FOUNDED ON IMPOSSIBILITIES? EVEN IF MISS MARIA ST. CLAIR RECOVERED, AND OWED HER LIFE TO HIS ENERGY, COULD HE STILL HOPE TO WIN HER? WOULD THE HONOURABLE MRS. ST. CLAIR CONSIDER A LONDON TRADESMAN, WHO OWNED A SHOP, A SUITABLE HUSBAND FOR THE DESCENDANT OF AN EARL? FOR SUCH HER YOUNGEST DAUGHTER TRULY WAS. WOULD SAVING HER LIFE CREATE A DEBT OF GRATITUDE SUFFICIENTLY STRONG TO BREAK DOWN THE BARRIERS OF SOCIAL PREJUDICES AND SOCIAL DISTINCTIONS? WOULD THE FACT OF HIS BEING ABLE TO SUPPORT A WIFE IN COMFORT AND LUXURY TEMPT THE MOTHER TO GIVE HIM HER PORTIONLESS DAUGHTER? HE FOUND HIMSELF UNABLE TO ANSWER THESE MENTAL QUERIES, AND AS HE TURNED FROM SIDE TO SIDE IN RESTLESS ANXIETY, POOR MRS. LAKE LONGED FOR GOOD NEWS FROM THE BEST BEDROOM, AS much for the sake of her lodger as for the friends of the young lady themselves. WHEN DR. FREEMAN ENTERED THE BEDROOM FROM WHICH HE HAD BEEN CALLED TO EDWARD ARMSTRONG, HE SAW AT A GLANCE THAT HIS COLLEAGUE, DR. ANSON, WAS MORE HOPEFUL THAN EVER. EVERY REMEDY USED IN CASES OF DROWNING HAD BEEN TRIED, BUT DR. Anson evidently considered that the continued state of unconsciousness, in which Maria St. Clair lay, was attributable to ANOTHER CAUSE. TO CONQUER THE EFFECTS OF THIS CAUSE WAS NOW HIS AIM; YET HALF AN HOUR PASSED BEFORE HIS EFFORTS WERE REWARDED WITH EVEN A SHADOW OF SUCCESS. MARIA ST. CLAIR LAY STILL AND NERVELESS ON THE BED. FROM HER PALE FACE THE golden curls had been pushed back, and lay scattered in disordered profusion on the pillow. ALTHOUGH THE SUMMER TWILIGHT STILL LINGERED, THE GAS HAD BEEN LIGHTED TO ASSIST THE MEDICAL MEN IN THEIR EFFORTS TO RESTORE LIFE. DR. ANSON STOOD WITH HIS FINGERS ON THE DELICATE WRIST, AND AS HIS COLLEAGUE ENTERED HE MADE A SIGN FOR HIM TO DRAW near the bed. ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE NEAR THE HEAD SAT MRS. ST. CLAIR, HOLDING THE HAND OF HER DAUGHTER, HELEN, IN A CONVULSIVE GRASP. THE CRISIS HAD COME, AND THE MOTHER AND DAUGHTER WERE AWAITING WITH PAINFUL INTENTNESS THE RESULT OF THE DOCTOR'S EFFORTS. MINUTES PASSED, BUT THEY DID NOT RELAX THESE EFFORTS. PRESENTLY DR. ANSON LOOKED UP SUDDENLY; HIS SENSITIVE FINGERS HAD DETECTED A SLIGHT VIBRATION AT THE WRIST. FOR A FEW MOMENTS THERE WAS A PAUSE, A BREATHLESS STILLNESS HAD SEEMED TO FORESHADOW THE APPROACH OF DEATH. IT WAS BUT THE INTENSITY OF SUSPENSE—EVERY EYE RESTED ON THE FAIR, PALE FACE. WAS IT FANCY? DID THE EYELIDS REALLY QUIVER, AND THE LIPS TREMBLE? YES; FOR AS THE EYES LANGUIDLY OPENED, THE LIPS PARTED AND A BREATH LIKE A SIGH GAVE EVIDENCE OF RETURNING LIFE. MRS. ST. CLAIR ROSE HASTILY AND CLUNG TO HER MARRIED DAUGHTER, WHILE THE DOCTOR QUICKLY ADMINISTERED A STIMULANT WHICH, TO HIS GREAT JOY, THE PATIENT WAS ABLE TO SWALLOW. GRADUALLY THE FEEBLE BREATH BECAME MORE REGULAR, THE EYES MORE INTELLIGENT, AND A FAINT COLOUR OVERSPREAD THE CHEEK. AGAIN THE DOCTOR offered the stimulant, and this time it was taken more easily, and the patient made an effort to speak. "Mamma, are you here?" were the faint, feeble words. "YES, DARLING," SAID MRS. ST. CLAIR, COMING ROUND TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE BED WITH MRS. HERBERT, "AND HELEN IS HERE too." "Where is little Charlie?" "Safe in bed and asleep," was the reply. "Mamma, who saved us?" she asked, after a pause. "You and Charlie owe your lives, under God, to a stranger who is lodging here with Mrs. Lake," replied her mother. "Mamma, let me thank him. Where is he?" "IN BED, AND I HOPE ASLEEP," EXCLAIMED DR. FREEMAN; "AND, MY DEAR YOUNG LADY, WE MUST GET YOU TO SLEEP QUICKLY, TOO, or there is no answering for the consequences. You shall see our friend to-morrow and thank him yourself." MARIA ST. CLAIR CLOSED HER EYES IN TOKEN OF OBEDIENCE; READILY SHE TOOK WHAT THE MEDICAL MEN PRESCRIBED, AND AFTER AWHILE, WITH MANY CAUTIONS TO THE ANXIOUS MOTHER, THE GENTLEMEN TOOK THEIR LEAVE. ON THE WAY DOWNSTAIRS DR. FREEMAN REMARKED, "THAT POOR GIRL WAS NOT LONG ENOUGH IN THE WATER TO SO COMPLETELY DEPRIVE HER OF CONSCIOUSNESS. I BELIEVE SHE fainted from terror when she found herself falling." "I HAVE NO DOUBT OF IT," REPLIED DR. ANSON. "I KNOW THAT MARIA HAS ALWAYS HAD A NATURAL DREAD OF THE WATER, AND IT WAS INJUDICIOUS TO PERSUADE HER TO ENTER A BOAT UNDER ANY BUT ABSOLUTE NECESSITY. HAD SHE NOT RECOVERED, HER DEATH WOULD HAVE BEEN MAINLY ATTRIBUTABLE TO THE SHOCK RECEIVED BY THE NERVOUS SYSTEM. ARE YOU GOING TO REMAIN HERE LONGER?" HE asked, as Dr. Freeman stopped and held out his hand. "Only to see my other patient." "Is he all right?" was the next question. "I HOPE HE WILL BE AFTER THE DRAUGHT I AM GOING TO GIVE HIM," REPLIED DR. FREEMAN; "HE HAS HAD A NARROW ESCAPE WITH LIFE, but it is a mercy he was there at all. No one could have acted more promptly and courageously than he did." "I SHALL LOOK IN AGAIN ON MY PATIENT THIS EVENING," SAID DR. ANSON AS THEY SHOOK HANDS. "IF NO FEVERISH SYMPTOMS supervene we shall soon have the young lady quite well." "THERE IS MORE DANGER OF FEVER IN THIS CASE," THOUGHT THE DOCTOR, AS HE STOOD BY EDWARD ARMSTRONG'S BED WITH HIS FINGERS ON HIS PULSE A FEW MINUTES LATER, DESCRIBING WHAT HAD OCCURRED, AND TELLING HIM OF MISS ST. CLAIR'S HOPEFUL condition. THE EFFECT, HOWEVER, OF THIS INFORMATION, AND THE REMEDY WHICH HE DID NOT NOW REFUSE, WERE SO BENEFICIAL THAT IN LESS than half an hour after the doctor left him to the care of Mrs. Lake, he was sleeping calmly. YET POTENT AS THE MEDICINE MIGHT BE, IT WAS NOT POWERFUL ENOUGH TO KEEP EDWARD ARMSTRONG ASLEEP ALL NIGHT. MORE THAN ONCE HE AWOKE, AND FINDING MRS. LAKE WATCHING IN HIS ROOM ON THE LAST OCCASION, HE ANXIOUSLY INQUIRED FOR MISS ST. Clair. "SLEEPING SWEETLY, SIR, THANK GOD," WAS THE REPLY. "I'VE JUST BEEN INTO THE ROOM, AND GLAD ENOUGH I AM THAT THE LADIES ARE ABLE TO TAKE SOME REST. I ONLY CAME IN HERE TO SEE IF YOU WERE ALL RIGHT; AND NOW I'M GOING TO TAKE MY PLACE IN MISS ST. CLAIR'S ROOM, WHILE THEY GO AND LIE DOWN. OH, SIR, THEY'RE BOTH SO THANKFUL TO YOU FOR WHAT YOU DID LAST NIGHT. BUT I'M NOT GOING TO HAVE YOU WAKING UP AND LOSING YOUR REST; WHATEVER AM I ABOUT, CHATTERING LIKE THIS?" AND SHE CAUTIOUSLY DREW the curtains closer to shut out the early summer daylight. BUT EDWARD WAS TOO MUCH UNDER THE EFFECTS OF HIS DRAUGHT TO KEEP AWAKE LONG. HE HAD UNDERSTOOD SUFFICIENTLY FROM Mrs. Lake's speech that Miss St. Clair was in no danger, and even before she had ceased talking he fell asleep. THE MORNING SUN, HOWEVER, ROUSED HIM, AS HE SUPPOSED, AT HIS USUAL HOUR, AND HE ROSE QUITE REFRESHED, AND FEELING VERY little the worse for his exploits of the preceding evening. Dressing quickly, he descended to his sitting-room and found to his surprise that the clock had struck nine. ON THE MANTELPIECE LAY HIS WATCH, WHICH HAD STOPPED AS HE PLUNGED INTO THE WATER, AND THE HANDS POINTED TO HALF-PAST SEVEN. TAKING IT UP TO SET IT TO THE RIGHT TIME, HE WALKED TO THE WINDOW AND LOOKED OUT ACROSS THE GARDEN TO THE SPOT WHICH HAD SO NEARLY PROVED FATAL TO HIMSELF AS WELL AS TO ANOTHER, AND SHUDDERED AS HE THOUGHT OF WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN if his efforts had proved unsuccessful. While thus reflecting, Mrs. Lake entered with his breakfast. "GOOD MORNING, SIR," SHE SAID, AS HE TURNED TO GREET HER; "I'M THAT GLAD TO SEE YOU DOWNSTAIRS AGAIN, AND ALL RIGHT, I HARDLY know what to say. But do you really feel quite well, sir?" she added hastily, "for you're looking pale." "I'M ALL RIGHT," HE REPLIED, SMILING, "OR AT LEAST I SHALL BE AFTER BREAKFAST, I HOPE, FOR THAT PHYSIC STUFF HAS MADE MY HEAD ache." "I daresay it has, sir; them sleeping draughts always do, but you'll be quite well after a cup of coffee." EDWARD ARMSTRONG SEATED HIMSELF, NOTHING LOTH, WHILE HIS LANDLADY CONTINUED TO REMAIN IN THE ROOM BY WAITING UPON HIM OR DUSTING HERE AND THERE, OR REARRANGING DIFFERENT ARTICLES ON THE TABLE, IN HOPES OF BEING QUESTIONED. HER HOPES WERE soon realised, for her lodger asked, "How is the young lady this morning, Mrs. Lake?" "OH! DOING NICELY, SIR, AND SO IS MASTER CHARLIE; HE SLEPT IN MY ROOM LAST NIGHT, AND HE'S BEEN AWAKE I CAN'T TELL HOW LONG, ASKING HEAPS OF QUESTIONS ABOUT THE KIND GENTLEMAN THAT TOOK HIM AND DEAR AUNTY OUT OF THE WATER—AND THE LADIES, SIR, THEY'VE BEEN ASKING FOR YOU, AND THEY DO SAY MISS MARIA IS QUITE HERSELF AGAIN THIS MORNING, AND THAT SHE'S GOING TO get up presently." MRS. LAKE WAS INTERRUPTED BY A TAP AT THE DOOR, AND WITHOUT WAITING FOR A REPLY, IT WAS OPENED, AND DR. ANSON, THE medical attendant of Mrs. St. Clair, entered the room. "YES, IT IS MY FRIEND EDWARD ARMSTRONG," HE EXCLAIMED, AS THE GENTLEMAN HE ADDRESSED ROSE WITH SURPRISE TO RECEIVE HIS VISITOR. "I ONLY LEARNT THE NAME OF OUR HERO FROM DR. FREEMAN THIS MORNING; I HAD NO IDEA THAT THE GENTLEMAN WHOSE intrepidity and courage is the talk of the place was the son of my good friend, Farmer Armstrong." EDWARD SMILED AS HE SHOOK HANDS WITH THE FRIEND WHOM HE HAD KNOWN FROM A BOY, BUT THERE WAS A LANGUOR IN HIS MOVEMENTS, AND A PALLOR ON THE CHEEKS, VERY UNUSUAL IN THE ACTIVE MAN OF BUSINESS, WHICH THE DOCTOR'S QUICK EYE SOON detected. "Are you feeling any ill effects from your exertions last evening?" he asked. "No," was the reply; "unless a feeling of laziness and disinclination to move may be ranked among ill effects." "WELL, NOT EXACTLY," SAID DR. ANSON, "ALTHOUGH WHAT YOU COMPLAIN OF IS NO DOUBT CAUSED BY EXHAUSTION AND EXCITEMENT. AT ALL EVENTS, YOU MUST EXTEND YOUR HOLIDAY AND REST HERE FOR A DAY OR TWO LONGER; SUCH A SEA-BATH AS YOURS PRODUCES effects which are not so easily got over." AT THIS MOMENT THE DOOR WAS PUSHED OPEN SLIGHTLY, AND THROUGH THE OPENING APPEARED A ROSY FACE, BROWN CURLS, AND A pair of dark eyes which looked with curiosity at the two gentlemen. "AH, CHARLIE," SAID THE DOCTOR, "IS THAT YOU? COME IN AND SAY HOW D'YE DO TO THE GENTLEMAN THAT FISHED YOU OUT OF THE water yesterday." LITTLE CHARLIE HERBERT BOLDLY ADVANCED, AND STANDING BEFORE MR. ARMSTRONG HELD OUT HIS CHUBBY HAND AND SAID, "THANK 'oo for saving me from being drowned." Edward lifted the boy on his knee and kissed him, while the doctor asked— "Who sent you here, Charlie?" "Mrs. Lake," he replied, "and I've said what she told me to say to the gentleman." The doctor smiled as he rose, and shaking hands with his friend he said— "I MUST LEAVE YOU NOW TO PAY MY VISIT UPSTAIRS. EDWARD, KEEP THE BOY HERE FOR AWHILE; YOU CANNOT HAVE BETTER company." CHAPTER III. A SOCIAL DILEMMA. WHILE EDWARD ARMSTRONG WAS BECOMING BETTER ACQUAINTED WITH THE LITTLE NEPHEW OF MARIA ST. CLAIR, DR. ANSON WAS ATTEMPTING THE CURE OF A DISEASE FAR MORE DIFFICULT TO SUBDUE THAN ANY IN THE WHOLE CATALOGUE OF THE VARIOUS "ILLS WHICH flesh is heir to"—a mental disease called pride. HE FOUND HIS PATIENT IN A FAIR WAY FOR COMPLETE RECOVERY. HER RESTLESS ANXIETY TO THANK THE STRANGE GENTLEMAN WHO HAD SAVED HER, HAD MADE HER MOTHER GIVE WAY TO HER WISH TO BE DRESSED, AND SHE NOW SAT IN AN EASY-CHAIR, LOOKING PALE certainly, but apparently suffering only from exhaustion. "Up and dressed? upon my word!" said Dr. Anson. "I was not prepared for such a speedy recovery as this." "I FEEL ALMOST AS WELL AS EVER, DOCTOR," SHE SAID, "ONLY A LITTLE WEAK AND TIRED; BUT I CANNOT REST TILL MAMMA AND ALL OF US HAVE THANKED THE GENTLEMAN WHO SAVED ME AND LITTLE CHARLIE. MRS. LAKE SAYS HE IS QUITE WELL THIS MORNING, AND TALKS OF going back to London to-morrow, so if we are to see him and thank him personally, it must be to-day." "All right, my dear," said the doctor; "there will be no difficulty in asking my friend Mr. Edward Armstrong to visit you." "Your friend, Dr. Anson?" exclaimed Mrs. St. Clair, in surprise; "have you known him long?" "ALMOST FROM HIS BOYHOOD, AND A MORE INTELLIGENT, WELL-INFORMED MAN I HAVE SELDOM MET WITH. I WAS NOT, HOWEVER, aware till now that he possessed courage and daring in addition to his other good qualities." "But who is he?" was the next question. "THE SON, INDEED THE ONLY CHILD, OF FARMER ARMSTRONG, WHO OWNS MEADOW FARM, ABOUT TWO MILES FROM BASINGSTOKE. THE FARM HAS BELONGED TO ARMSTRONG'S ANCESTORS FOR NEARLY TWO HUNDRED YEARS. THE OLD GENTLEMAN HAS RECENTLY LOST HIS wife, and the son came from London a few weeks ago to be present at his mother's funeral." "Young Mr. Armstrong resides in London, then, I suppose?" remarked Mrs. Herbert. "YES; HIS TASTES FOR INTELLECTUAL PURSUITS AND HIS EDUCATION MADE HIM DISLIKE FARMING, AND AT LAST HIS FATHER, WITH GREAT reluctance, allowed him to commence business in London as a corn-dealer." MRS. ST. CLAIR HAD LISTENED TO THIS PLAIN STRAIGHTFORWARD DESCRIPTION OF HER DAUGHTER'S AND GRANDSON'S DELIVERER AND HIS ANTECEDENTS WITH VERY CONFLICTING SENSATIONS. SHE HAD HOPED TO BE ABLE PERSONALLY TO SHOW HER DEEP SENSE OF GRATITUDE TO THIS GENTLEMAN, WHO HAD RISKED HIS OWN LIFE FOR HER CHILD; BUT NOW, HOW COULD SHE DO SO? SHE HAD BEEN BROUGHT UP TO CONSIDER PERSONS IN TRADE FAR INFERIOR TO HERSELF, AND THE DOCTOR'S ACCOUNT SEEMED TO PLACE THIS STRANGER AT SUCH AN immeasurable distance, and yet how could she relieve herself from such a debt of gratitude? DURING THE PAUSE THAT ENSUED, DR. ANSON EXAMINED AND QUESTIONED HIS PATIENT, AND HAVING RECEIVED SATISFACTORY answers, was about to take his leave, when Mrs. St. Clair's voice arrested his movements. "DR. ANSON, WE CAN NEVER REALLY REPAY THIS PERSON THE DEBT OF GRATITUDE WE OWE HIM, BUT AS HE IS IN TRADE, DO YOU THINK HE WOULD ACCEPT A SUM OF MONEY; SOMETHING HANDSOME, I MEAN! I AM SURE MY SON-IN-LAW, SIR JAMES ELSTON, WOULD readily advance it in such a case." "Mamma!" "Madam!" THE WORDS BURST FORTH ALMOST SIMULTANEOUSLY FROM MRS. HERBERT AND THE DOCTOR. THE FORMER GAVE UP HER RIGHT TO SPEAK to the doctor, who exclaimed— "MY FRIEND MR. EDWARD ARMSTRONG IS NOT ONLY A MAN OF LARGE PROPERTY, BUT OF REFINED AND INTELLECTUAL TASTES, AND CAN boast of an education far beyond the generality of farmers' sons. I could not——" "OH, PRAY PARDON ME!" INTERRUPTED MRS. ST. CLAIR, GREATLY SURPRISED AT THE DOCTOR'S VEHEMENCE, "BUT WHEN YOU SPOKE OF your friend as a man of business, I supposed him to be what a tradesman generally is." "MRS. ST. CLAIR," SAID THE DOCTOR, "ENGLAND IS BECOMING PROUD OF HER COMMERCE, AND THE YOUNG PEOPLE OF THE PRESENT AGE MAY LIVE TO SEE THE TIME WHEN, LIKE THE ANCIENTS OF OLD, 'HER PRINCES WILL BE MERCHANTS,' AS WELL AS MEN OF INTELLECT, REFINEMENT, AND EDUCATION. AT ALL EVENTS, MY DEAR MADAM, GIVE YOUR DAUGHTERS AN OPPORTUNITY TO THANK THIS GENTLEMAN FOR RISKING HIS LIFE ON THEIR BEHALF; PERSONALLY, I AM QUITE SURE, HE WILL EXPECT THIS, AND CONSIDER IT CANCELS ALL OBLIGATIONS. IF YOU SEE HIM YOU CAN JUDGE FOR YOURSELVES. GOOD MORNING, LADIES. DON'T EXCITE YOURSELF, MY DEAR," HE CONTINUED, MORE gently, as he shook hands with his patient; "your constitution has received a shock, and you must be careful." "I WILL, DOCTOR, I PROMISE YOU," SHE SAID, "BUT I MAY GO INTO THE DRAWING-ROOM WITH MAMMA AND HELEN TO RECEIVE THE visitor?" "Of course—of course," he replied, "but remember, you are not to talk too much." FOR SOME MINUTES AFTER DR. ANSON LEFT THE ROOM SILENCE REIGNED SUPREME: MRS. ST. CLAIR COULD NOT AT ONCE RECOVER FROM THE SURPRISE AT BEING THUS SET DOWN BY HER OWN MEDICAL MAN; INDEED, SHE LOOKED SO DISCONCERTED THAT HELEN COULD NOT resist the merry laugh that broke the silence. "MAMMA, DON'T LOOK SO UNCOMFORTABLE," SHE SAID; "OF COURSE YOU COULD NOT BE EXPECTED TO KNOW WHAT WOULD BE THE best means of showing our gratitude to this stranger, for indeed we ought to be grateful——" "I know it, my dear," said Mrs. St. Clair, whose pride had received a severe blow; "and now what are we to do?" "WE HAVE SIMPLY TO ADJOURN TO THE DRAWING-ROOM, RING THE BELL, AND SEND DOWN OUR CARDS, WITH OUR COMPLIMENTS, AND A request that Mr. Armstrong will favour us with a visit." THIS ADVICE WAS AT ONCE ACTED UPON, AND IN A FEW MINUTES MARIA FOUND HERSELF COMFORTABLY SEATED IN AN ARM-CHAIR IN MRS. LAKE'S PRETTY DRAWING-ROOM, WHILE HER MOTHER AND SISTER AWAITED THE APPEARANCE OF THEIR VISITOR IN FORMAL STATE ON THE SOFA. EVEN TO MARIA, EDWARD ARMSTRONG WAS AN ENTIRE STRANGER, FOR ALTHOUGH SHE HAD MODESTLY SHRUNK FROM HIS EARNEST GAZE AT CHURCH ON THE PREVIOUS SUNDAY, AND HAD SEEN HIS FACE TWICE ON THE DAY OF THE ACCIDENT, IT WAS STILL unknown to her. THEY HAD NOT WAITED LONG WHEN FOOTSTEPS ON THE STAIRS ANNOUNCED HIS APPROACH; NOT ALONE, HOWEVER, FOR AS MRS. LAKE opened the door Edward Armstrong entered, leading by the hand little Charlie Herbert. "YOUR LITTLE SON HAS PAID ME A VISIT THIS MORNING, MRS. HERBERT," HE SAID, AS HE BOWED TO THE LADIES WHO ROSE TO WELCOME him, "and I have brought him upstairs with me to place him safely in your care." Mrs. Herbert gave him a grateful look as she placed a chair for their guest. Then seating herself, she said— "I hope Charlie has not been troublesome?" "Not in the least," he replied; "indeed, his childish prattle has done me good." MRS. ST. CLAIR'S SURPRISE AT THE APPEARANCE OF HER VISITOR, WHO WORE HIS MOURNING SUIT, INCREASED FOR A TIME THE CONFUSION OF IDEAS PRODUCED BY THE DOCTOR'S FAREWELL SPEECH. SHE WAS, HOWEVER, A TRUE ENGLISH GENTLEWOMAN, AND BEFORE EDWARD COULD TAKE THE CHAIR PLACED FOR HIM SHE ADVANCED, AND HOLDING OUT HER HAND, SAID WITH A WARMTH OF MANNER NOT TO BE mistaken for mere politeness— "Mr. Armstrong, I have taken the liberty of asking you to visit us, because I wish to join with my daughters in expressing MY GRATITUDE FOR YOUR KIND AND PROMPT ENERGY YESTERDAY, WHICH SAVED THE LIVES OF MY DAUGHTER AND LITTLE GRANDSON. IT IS not possible to say all we feel on the subject. I only hope you will believe in our sincere and grateful appreciation." "MADAM," REPLIED EDWARD, TO WHOM ALL THIS WAS REALLY PAINFUL, "I AM ONLY TOO HAPPY TO REMEMBER THAT I WAS ON THE spot, and able to be of service to you." "A service we can never repay," said Mrs. Herbert; "but for your exertions I should have lost my darling boy." "AND I," EXCLAIMED A GENTLE VOICE, "SHOULD HAVE LOST MY LIFE, MR. ARMSTRONG, BUT FOR YOU; MY BEST THANKS ARE BUT A POOR return to offer you." "LADIES," SAID EDWARD ARMSTRONG, "YOU DO ME TOO MUCH HONOUR. I AM ONLY TOO THANKFUL TO HAVE BEEN MADE THE INSTRUMENT, IN GOD'S HANDS, TO SAVE YOU FROM GREAT SORROW, AND THE CONSCIOUSNESS OF THIS IS ALL THE REWARD I ASK. BUT ALLOW ME, MISS ST. CLAIR," HE SAID, HURRIEDLY CHANGING THE SUBJECT, "I HOPE YOU DO NOT FEEL ANY SERIOUS EFFECTS FROM THE great danger to which you were exposed yesterday?" "Oh, no," she replied; "except a slight feeling of exhaustion, I am otherwise as well as usual." THE BLUSH THAT TINTED THE PALE CHEEK OF MARIA ST. CLAIR, WHO, WHILE SHE SPOKE, WAS CONSCIOUS OF THE EARNEST EYES SO CLOSELY WATCHING HER, ADDED ADDITIONAL BEAUTY TO THE FAIR FACE WHICH EDWARD ARMSTRONG SO GREATLY ADMIRED. WITH READY tact he turned to Mrs. St. Clair, and introduced another subject of conversation. SO PLEASANTLY DID AN HOUR PASS AS THEY TALKED, THAT WHEN THE VISITOR ROSE TO GO, THE ELDER LADIES EACH EXPRESSED A WISH THAT HE SHOULD VISIT THEM AT THEIR OWN RESIDENCES. BUT HE UNHESITATINGLY STATED HIS ANXIETY TO RETURN TO BUSINESS, PROMISING, however, to call upon Mrs. St. Clair at Richmond; and naming his own address in Dover Street, Piccadilly. EDWARD ARMSTRONG'S PECULIAR NOTIONS AND OBSTINATE PREJUDICES, WHICH WE SHALL HEAR MORE OF BY-AND-BY, WERE KEPT UNDER VIOLENT RESTRAINT WHILE IN THE COMPANY OF THESE LADIES. HITHERTO HE HAD ENCOURAGED HIMSELF IN A KIND OF CONTEMPT FOR ALL SOCIAL DISTINCTIONS, BUT NOW THAT HE HAD MADE ACQUAINTANCE WITH A FAMILY WHOSE POSITION, SOCIALLY SPEAKING, WAS ABOVE HIS OWN, HE CRUSHED DOWN THE FEELING, AND WHEN WRITING HIS ADDRESS FOR MRS. ST. CLAIR, HE OMITTED THE WORDS "corn-dealer." PERHAPS HIS RADICAL NOTIONS WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN RESTRAINED BY ANY MOTIVE LESS POWERFUL THAN A GROWING ATTACHMENT FOR THE DAUGHTER OF A LADY WHO COULD RANK WITH ENGLAND'S ARISTOCRACY. AND WITH THE LADY HERSELF THERE IS LITTLE DOUBT THAT EDWARD ARMSTRONG'S APPARENT REFINEMENT IN MANNER AND DRESS WOULD HAVE FAILED TO MAKE SUCH AN IMPRESSION HAD NOT his handsome face, manly carriage, and reputation for wealth been thrown into the scale of opinion. CHAPTER IV. DIFFICULTIES TO BE OVERCOME. EDWARD ARMSTRONG HAD PARTED FROM THE FAMILY OF MRS. ST. CLAIR WITHOUT EVEN THE SLIGHTEST HINT OF THOSE INTENTIONS WHICH A MORE INTIMATE ASSOCIATION HAD STRENGTHENED. BUT THE THREE DAYS DURING WHICH HE STAYED AT WEST COWES WERE NOT LOST TIME. HE HAD SEEN MARIA ST. CLAIR DAILY, AND MADE HIMSELF SO TRULY AGREEABLE A COMPANION AND ESCORT, THAT THE LADIES WILLINGLY ACCEPTED HIS INVITATION TO ACCOMPANY HIM FOR A DRIVE MORE THAN ONCE IN AN OPEN CARRIAGE WHICH HE HIRED FOR THE occasion. THEY BADE HIM FAREWELL AT LAST WITH REGRET, AND INFLUENCED BY HER DAUGHTERS, MRS. ST. CLAIR EXPRESSED A HOPE THAT THEY should see him at Richmond after their return home, which she expected would be in about a fortnight. EDWARD ARMSTRONG RETURNED TO LONDON WITH HIS MIND FULLY MADE UP. HE POSSESSED A DETERMINED WILL, AND IN SPITE OF THE misgivings which had tormented him after the exciting evening at Cowes, he had too much self-esteem to dread failure. THE GIRL HE LOVED MIGHT BE THE DAUGHTER OF THE HONOURABLE MRS. ST. CLAIR, AND THE GREAT-GRANDDAUGHTER OF AN EARL, AND HE KNEW THAT, IN HIS EYES AT LEAST, SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL, BUT SHE WAS PENNILESS; AND THE GRATITUDE SHE FELT TOWARDS HIM FOR HAVING SAVED HER LIFE WAS FAST GROWING INTO LOVE. ADDED TO THIS HE HAD THE MONEY SHE LACKED, AND THE POWER TO SURROUND HER WITH ALL THE PLEASANT COMFORTS AND LUXURIES WHICH MONEY CAN PROCURE. HE DETERMINED, HOWEVER, NOTWITHSTANDING THIS CONFIDENCE IN HIMSELF, TO WAIT UNTIL HE HAD VISITED MRS. ST. CLAIR AT HER OWN HOME, AND BECOME MORE ACQUAINTED WITH THE real position of the family to whom he wished to ally himself. MR. EDWARD ARMSTRONG'S HOUSE IN DOVER STREET, PICCADILLY, HAD BEEN ORIGINALLY THE LONDON RESIDENCE OF A NOBLEMAN'S FAMILY WHO DURING THE EARLY PART OF THE PRESENT CENTURY HAD MADE THAT PART OF LONDON, THEN CALLED MAY FAIR, THEIR HEAD- quarters. HE HAD LET THE UPPER PART OF HIS HOUSE AT A GOOD RENTAL, KEEPING ONLY FOR HIMSELF A BACHELOR'S PARLOUR BEHIND THE OFFICE, and a bedroom. ON THE FIRST EVENING AFTER HIS RETURN FROM THE ISLE OF WIGHT, THESE SAID BACHELOR APARTMENTS WORE A VERY MEAGRE AND desolate aspect. HITHERTO BUSINESS AND MONEY-MAKING HAD SO ABSORBED HIS THOUGHTS THAT THE ROOMS HE OCCUPIED HAD SCARCELY ANY INTEREST IN HIS EYES. SO LONG AS HIS HOUSEKEEPER PREPARED HIS MEALS REGULARLY, AND KEPT HIS APARTMENTS CLEAN AND comfortable, he was satisfied. NOW, HOWEVER, HE LOOKED WITH A CRITICAL EYE UPON HIS DOMESTIC ARRANGEMENTS, AND ON THIS EVENING OF HIS ARRIVAL, WHILE leaning back after supper in his easy-chair, some such thoughts as these passed through his mind— "I COULD NOT EXPECT ANY WIFE TO BE SATISFIED WITH SUCH A DINGY LITTLE PLACE AS THIS FOR A SITTING-ROOM, AND TO THINK OF BRINGING THAT FAIRY GIRL, MARIA ST. CLAIR, TO SUCH A HOME IS ABSURD. IF I MEAN TO WIN HER I MUST GET RID OF THESE PEOPLE UPSTAIRS, AND FURNISH MY HOUSE IN A FIT STYLE TO RECEIVE HER. HOWEVER, I MUST NOT GIVE THEM NOTICE TO LEAVE TILL I AM SURE OF SUCCESS. SURE OF SUCCESS! WHAT AM I THINKING ABOUT? 'FAINT HEART NE'ER WON FAIR LADY!' AND EDWARD ARMSTRONG IS NOT THE man to fail when he once makes up his mind." THREE WEEKS PASSED AWAY, AND ON A WARM, SULTRY MORNING IN JULY, MARIA ST. CLAIR STOOD AT THE WINDOW OF A PRETTY DRAWING-ROOM AT RICHMOND, LOOKING OUT OVER THE BEAUTIFUL PARK UPON A SCENE THAT HAS NOT ITS RIVAL IN ANY SUBURB AT THE SAME DISTANCE FROM LONDON. THE NOBLE TREES THAT ARE SCATTERED OVER THE GREENSWARD FROM THE BROW OF RICHMOND HILL TO THE SILVERY STREAM OF THE THAMES, WHICH FLOWS AT ITS FOOT, WERE LUXURIOUS IN SUMMER FOLIAGE. CHESTNUT AND OAK, ELM AND BIRCH, REARED THEIR NOBLE FORMS AT VARIED DISTANCES, CASTING THEIR BROAD SHADOWS ON THE UNDULATING VELVET TURF, WHILE THE gentle deer browsed in safety beneath the sheltering branches. MRS. ST. CLAIR SAT AT WORK NEAR THE OPEN WINDOW, NOW AND THEN GLANCING AT THE FAIR FACE OF HER...