ahusky
voice
.
'
You
will
feel
it
.
'
'
Never
mind
me
,
'
she
answered
;
'
if
nothing
can
be
done
I
shall
know
how
to
bear
it
.
But
till
Mr.
Glanville
has
said
restoration
is
impossible
we
ought
to
hope
.
'
'
I
have
always
thought
the
history
was
not
concluded
yet
,
'
he
murmured
as
if
to
himself
.
Lady
May
caught
the
words
.
'
No
history
ever
is
,
'
she
said
.
The
meal
ended
they
moved
to
the
picture-gallery
,
a
long
,
narrow
apartment
on
the
first
floor
,
running
half
the
length
of
the
terrace
and
with
an
entrance
from
the
Great
Hall
.
There
were
portraits
on
one
side
and
windows
on
the
other
,
with
one
in
addition
,
that
which
had
blown
in
during
the
storm
,
at
the
end
.
Exclamations
broke
from
the
lips
of
all
when
the
havoc
met
their
eyes
.
Fragments
of
the
casement
were
lying
on
the
polished
floor
,
and
mixed
with
them
were
great
pieces
of
the
heavy
gilt
moulding
which
had
been
shattered
as
the
picture
fell
.
The
canvas
,
rent
in
more
than
one
place
,
was
set
upright
against
the
wall
where
the
light
fell
full
on
it
.
When
Glanville
came
up
the
others
drew
back
.
He
went
close
to
the
picture
,
and
his
first
exclamation
was
one
of
intense
surprise
.
'
Why
,
'
he
cried
,
'
it
is
a
Spanish
altar-piece
.
'
'
And
a
family
portrait
,
'
said
the
Earl
.
'
I
will
tell
you
,
'
he
continued
,
with
some
hesitation
,
'
the
history
,
or
what
I
can
of
it
,
in
time
—
but
first
examine
its
condition
.
'
Glanville
stepped
back
to
take
a
general
view
.
The
picture
had
been
,
undoubtedly
,
a
masterpiece
.
He
did
not
recognise
the
painter
.
But
whoever
he
may
have
been
,
the
school
to
which
he
belonged
was
manifest
in
the
splendour
of
colouring
,
the
bold
design
,
and
the
deep
religious
earnestness
that
distinguished
his
composition
.
An
altar-piece
it
was
,
as
the
Earl
said
,
—
an
Assumption
of
the
Virgin
,
but
altogether
unlike
that
monotonous
repetition
which
fills
our
galleries
from
London
to
Naples
,
of
a
single
feminine
figure
,
with
a
moon
beneath
her
feet
shaped
to
resemble
a
bent
bar
of
yellow
soap
,
while
winged
baby-heads
float
round
her
on
clouds
of
milliner
's
gauze
.
This
picture
combined
the
intense
realism
in
the
human
forms
which
is
characteristic
of
Spanish
painting
,
with
a
transparent
depth
of
air
,
a
vastness
of
prospect
,
a
visionary
glory
in
the
distance
;
in
seemed
to
draw
out
on
every
side
as
the
artist
gazed
,
and
to
lift
him
into
the
serene
expanse
through
which
the
crowned
Madonna
rose
towards
heaven
.
She
did
not
float
on
stationary
clouds
,
as
though
her
journey
were
ended
;
in
the
upward
tending
of
the
hands
,
in
the
sweeping
forward
of
kingly
messengers
clad
in
glittering
raiment
and
borne
along
upon
eagles
wings
,
as
if
to
herald
her
coming
;
in
the
whirlwind
that
seemed
to
take
her
waving
garments
,
shot
through
with
gold
,
as
she
was
rapt
away
from
this
lower
world
,
and
to
have
caught
up
with
her
the
attendant
saints
—
a
mighty
company
,
in
their
pure
white
and
crimson
,
—
the
sense
of
a
quickening
magnetic
motion
made
itself
felt
,
a
rushing
onward
from
sphere
to
sphere
,
while
in
the
dim
and
starry
distance
portals
shone
half-opened
,
and
round
about
them
an
awful
faint-toned
halo
,
like
a
cloud
or
a
rainbow
,
hiding
yet
betokening
the
mystery
that
should
be
revealed
.
A
glorious
work
of
genius
,
but
ruined
.
Yes
,
it
was
too
true
.
That
which
must
have
been
the
perfection
of
the
whole
,
its
central
glory
—
the
ecstatic
countenance
of
the
Virgin
—
was
defaced
,
was
almost
beyond
recognition
.
The
crown
,
with
its
jewelled
light
,
could
still
be
made
out
;
the
Madonna
's
features
were
gone
.
'
How
very
lovely
!
'
said
Glanville
after
a
long
pause
.
'
And
how
hopeless
,
I
fear
,
to
restore
it
!
Even
if
the
canvas
could
be
joined
and
the
colouring
touched
again
,
how
could
the
most
daring
painter
reproduce
the
head
of
the
Virgin
?
There
is
nothing
to
copy
from
,
and
,
judging
by
the
rest
of
the
figure
,
it
must
have
been
a
peculiarly
striking
and
original
face
.
'
'
Oh
,
'
replied
Lord
Trelingham
,
'
we
need
be
at
no
loss
for
an
original
,
if
the
picture
were
otherwise
capable
of
being
restored
.
You
have
only
to
look
at
my
daughter
,
Lady
May
,
and
you
will
see
the
face
that
was
vanished
.
'
'
Indeed
!
What
an
extraordinary
thing
!
'
cried
the
artist
,
turning
from
the
picture
to
the
lady
,
who
stood
blushing
a
little
and
with
her
eyes
averted
.
'
You
were
saying
that
this
altar-piece
,
for
such
it
is
,
was
likewise
a
family
portrait
.
Did
I
hear
the
name
of
Lady
Elizabeth
?
And
it
was
like
Lady
May
.
Yes
,
I
can
just
fancy
,
when
I
look
very
closely
into
it
,
that
there
is
left
even
now
some
shadow
of
resemblance
.
But
how
comes
it
,
if
I
may
ask
?
Do
tell
me
the
story
whilst
I
go
on
with
my
examination
.
I
cannot
decide
in
a
moment
how
this
should
be
treated
.
'
There
was
a
pause
.
The
strangers
who
were
present
silently
withdrew
,
leaving
Lord
Trelingham
and
his
daughter
with
Mr.
Glanville
.
These
three
sat
down
in
front
of
the
picture
.
'
You
have
a
morning
's
work
cut
out
for
you
,
I
should
think
,
'
said
Tom
Davenant
.
'
I
will
go
round
to
the
stables
and
come
back
in
an
hour
or
so
,
in
case
you
want
me
.
'
And
that
unromantic
youth
,
in
whose
ears
the
family
chronicles
had
been
repeated
without
their
making
the
slightest
impression
on
his
memory
,
went
off
in
his
careless
way
with
his
hands
in
his
pockets
.
His
cousin
looked
after
him
and
smiled
a
little
sarcastically
.
Then
she
said
,
'
Well
,
papa
,
Mr.
Glanville
wants
you
to
begin
.
'
Her
father
seemed
to
be
hesitating
;
and
one
might
have
fancied
that
he
did
not
wish
to
pursue
the
subject
.
He
said
rather
hastily
,
'
May
,
my
dear
,
I
am
not
very
good
at
telling
a
story
.
I
hardly
know
where
to
begin
.
The
portrait
came
into
my
hands
soon
after
my
father
's
death
,
during
the
war
of
the
Spanish
succession
.
'
He
paused
again
,
and
with
some
agitation
turned
to
the
artist
and
laid
his
hand
on
his
shoulder
—
'
My
dear
Mr.
Glanville
,
'
he
said
,
'
the
associations
this
picture
brings
up
to
me
are
very
painful
;
much
more
so
than
my
daughter
has
reason
to
suspect
.
It
is
years
since
I
spoke
of
them
to
any
one
.
But
in
the
short
time
of
our
acquaintance
,
which
,
however
,
should
be
reckoned
since
I
came
to
know
your
paintings
rather
than
from
the
day
when
I
first
called
at
your
studio
,
I
have
come
to
think
of
you
,
if
you
will
allow
me
to
say
so
,
as
a
friend
.
It
is
a
sad
story
.
I
do
not
know
the
whole
of
it
,
but
I
will
endeavour
to
repeat
the
chief
incidents
.
'
Glanville
was
touched
by
the
old
man
's
simplicity
and
kindly
tone
.
A
soft
light
came
into
his
eyes
and
his
swarthy
cheek
grew
ruddier
as
he
murmured
,
'
You
are
very
good
to
me
,
Lord
Trelingham
;
I
shall
be
happy
to
do
all
in
my
power
.
'
And
Lady
May
looked
pleased
,
and
eager
to
hear
what
was
coming
.
'
I
know
,
'
she
said
to
Glanville
,
'
the
picture
is
like
my
father
's
sister
,
who
died
before
I
was
born
,
and
I
am
told
it
is
like
me
.
Colonel
Valence
brought
it
from
Spain
.
I
have
often
wondered
why
he
gave
it
to
the
family
when
he
has
never
been
a
friend
of
ours
.
'
'
He
was
a
dear
friend
of
mine
once
,
'
replied
her
father
.
'
If
he
was
not
so
later
,
perhaps
I
am
in
a
measure
to
blame
.
But
the
past
is
past
,
and
we
can
never
recall
it
.
Let
me
tell
you
the
history
in
a
few
words
,
Mr.
Glanville
.
'
He
looked
down
,
as
if
collecting
his
thoughts
,
and
began
in
a
low
meditative
voice
,
like
one
who
watches
the
scenes
of
earlier
days
emerging
into
daylight
,
from
the
dim
recesses
where
they
hide
,
at
his
summoning
.
'
Edgar
Valence
and
I
were
boys
together
;
at
home
,
where
his
father
's
little
estate
joined
Trelingham
Chase
,
as
you
may
see
in
your
ride
this
afternoon
;
at
school
,
where
he
was
my
senior
,
and
I
counted
it
great
good
fortune
that
I
was
allowed
to
fag
for
him
;
and
at
Cambridge
,
where
he
was
so
distinguished
and
I
of
so
little
consequence
that
to
be
noticed
by
him
was
enough
to
make
one
proud
.
I
thought
him
the
finest
fellow
in
the
world
;
I
loved
and
admired
him
and
everything
he
did
,
and
took
him
as
my
pattern
hero
.
When
he
came
down
from
the
University
my
father
welcomed
him
as
much
for
his
sake
as
for
mine
,
and
he
was
looked
upon
as
one
of
ourselves
.
It
was
a
happy
time
,
and
I
thought
it
would
last
for
ever
.
What
a
charm
there
was
in
his
company
,
his
bright
fanciful
talk
,
his
quick
reasoning
,
his
decision
and
boldness
of
character
!
It
enchanted
us
all
;
and
my
sister
,
Lady
Alice
Davenant
,
who
was
then
a
girl
of
seventeen
,
fell
in
love
with
him
and
he
with
her
.
They
found
it
out
one
Long
Vacation
when
he
was
at
home
,
and
they
made
no
secret
of
it
.
My
father
,
not
unwillingly
,
gave
his
consent
.
Edgar
Valence
had
nothing
to
call
wealth
,
but
he
was
of
ancient
descent
,
great
talent
,
and
unblemished
reputation
.
He
might
be
expected
to
win
fame
in
the
world
if
an
opening
were
afforded
him
.
My
sister
need
not
have
despaired
of
being
one
day
a
Prime
Minister
's
wife
did
she
marry
Edgar
Valence
.
The
engagement
was
not
announced
.
Both
the
young
people
felt
that
a
delay
of
some
years
was
inevitable
;
and
Valence
went
back
to
pursue
his
studies
at
Cambridge
.
'
He
and
I
were
of
the
same
college
,
though
in
very
different
sets
,
for
my
tastes
led
me
in
the
direction
of
religious
and
ecclesiastical
subjects
—
in
short
,
towards
the
movement
which
,
beginning
at
Oxford
,
had
now
affected
Cambridge
also
;
whilst
his
,
I
am
sorry
to
say
,
had
thrown
him
into
society
which
,
intellectual
though
it
may
have
called
itself
,
was
frivolous
and
unbelieving
.
Valence
was
a
young
man
of
the
world
;
he
had
never
been
a
fervent
Christian
,
and
his
studies
and
associations
received
that
year
an
unfortunate
bent
,
from
which
they
never
recovered
.
He
became
an
open
,
a
violent
atheist
.
He
said
the
most
daring
things
,
scoffed
at
the
University
authorities
,
took
my
own
remonstrances
by
no
means
in
the
affectionate
spirit
which
,
I
trust
,
dictated
them
,
and
saved
himself
from
expulsion
only
by
quitting
Cambridge
in
a
fit
of
passion
and
taking
his
name
off
the
books
.
He
returned
,
a
changed
and
deteriorated
man
,
to
his
father
's
house
.
A
ruined
man
,
alas
!
for
it
was
well
known
why
he
had
left
the
University
;
and
in
those
days
unbelief
roused
a
universal
horror
and
was
visited
with
social
excommunication
.
It
is
not
so
now
,
'
said
Lord
Trelingham
,
interrupting
himself
.
'
No
,
'
said
Glanville
,
his
eyes
falling
as
he
answered
;
'
I
suppose
people
are
more
used
to
it
.
But
how
did
the
change
affect
Lady
Alice
?
Did
she
also
give
him
up
?
'
'
I
will
tell
you
,
'
resumed
the
Earl
.
'
When
my
father
heard
of
this
extraordinary
and
painful
lapse
in
one
towards
whom
he
cherished
the
kindliest
feelings
,
he
sent
for
Valence
and
kept
him
at
Trelingham
nearly
a
week
,
doing
his
best
by
argument
and
exhortation
to
bring
him
into
a
more
suitable
frame
of
mind
.
Lady
Alice
,
who
knew
of
what
had
taken
place
,
joined
her
entreaties
to
her
father
's
;
and
her
evident
distress
might
have
wrought
upon
a
more
decided
temper
than
that
of
Edgar
Valence
,
had
pride
for
the
moment
not
dulled
his
affection
.
It
proved
all
in
vain
.
During
their
reiterated
and
,
as
one
may
suppose
,
not
very
calm
discussions
,
bitter
words
passed
on
both
sides
,
and
my
father
could
never
forgive
the
harsh
,
the
blasphemous
denial
by
Valence
of
all
that
Christians
deem
sacred
.
My
sister
was
no
less
horror-stricken
;
I
cannot
,
however
,
think
she
was
much
to
blame
if
an
affection
begun
in
childhood
survived
even
this
rude
trial
.
When
my
father
pointed
out
to
Valence
that
while
he
continued
an
unbeliever
his
marriage
with
Lady
Alice
was
out
of
the
question
,
my
sister
silently
acquiesced
.
She
did
not
pretend
that
her
feelings
had
altered
;
though
she
exhibited
much
self-control
,
she
could
not
,
in
bidding
her
lover
farewell
,
but
whisper
that
she
trusted
the
sky
would
clear
again
and
all
be
as
before
.
Valence
was
free
,
she
said
,
but
she
had
given
him
her
heart
and
could
wait
until
he
was
worthy
of
it
.
"
That
will
never
be
,
"
replied
my
father
with
some
anger
.
"
Valence
has
no
heart
himself
,
and
what
brain
he
has
will
bring
him
to
little
good
.
If
he
cannot
believe
in
God
,
you
ought
never
to
believe
in
him
.
He
will
only
deceive
you
.
"
Valence
said
nothing
,
looked
for
an
instant
into
Lady
Alice
's
face
,
bowed
haughtily
to
my
father
,
and
turned
from
the
door
.
Once
,
and
once
only
,
was
he
fated
to
cross
that
threshold
again
.
'
The
engagement
had
been
secret
,
and
the
secret
was
not
told
.
After
a
few
days
spent
in
moody
seclusion
under
his
father
's
roof
,
Edgar
Valence
disappeared
;
and
when
I
ran
down
at
the
end
of
term
to
Trelingham
no
one
could
inform
me
what
had
become
of
him
.
I
was
more
grieved
than
I
cared
to
show
,
for
my
father
's
anger
increased
as
time
went
on
,
and
he
forgot
the
pleasant
ways
of
the
boy
to
remember
only
that
they
had
ended
in
unbelief
and
blasphemy
.
Lady
Alice
never
spoke
of
Edgar
,
and
I
was
afraid
to
touch
that
quivering
string
,
for
I
saw
that
she
suffered
.
Two
years
passed
,
and
still
no
tidings
came
.
We
had
settled
down
into
our
accustomed
ways
,
except
that
my
father
was
now
an
invalid
,
and
Lady
Alice
spent
most
of
her
time
in
attending
to
his
comfort
.
We
were
not
unhappy
together
.
I
began
to
think
my
sister
would
never
marry
,
for
she
went
into
no
society
,
and
declined
more
than
one
brilliant
proposal
of
marriage
without
assigning
any
reason
.
I
asked
her
one
evening
whether
she
thought
Edgar
Valence
might
return
,
whether
she
hoped
it
;
and
she
replied
:
"
I
cannot
tell
;
but
when
I
gave
him
my
promise
it
was
once
for
all
,
and
I
will
never
break
it
.
"
I
argued
that
her
promise
was
no
longer
binding
,
that
Edgar
himself
had
tacitly
released
her
,
since
he
neither
came
,
nor
wrote
,
nor
gave
sign
that
he
was
living
.
I
might
have
spared
my
pains
;
they
were
thrown
away
upon
her
loyal
and
passionate
nature
.
Poor
Alice
!
'
said
the
Earl
;
'
you
often
remind
me
of
her
,
May
,
with
your
enthusiasm
and
poetic
outbursts
,
and
the
steady
look
in
your
eyes
.
There
is
a
wonderful
likeness
between
you
and
my
sister
when
she
was
nineteen
,
in
that
troubled
uncertain
time
which
elapsed
from
the
day
of
Edgar
's
disappearance
till
we
heard
of
him
again
.
'
'
Yes
,
'
replied
Lady
May
,
'
you
did
hear
of
him
again
,
to
be
sure
,
and
in
a
singular
fashion
.
I
know
that
part
of
the
story
.
'
'
You
know
some
of
it
,
'
said
Lord
Trelingham
.
'
I
will
now
tell
you
the
rest
,
so
far
as
I
can
unravel
this
tangled
skein
.
On
a
certain
morning
,
as
we
sat
at
breakfast
and
the
letters
were
brought
in
,
I
noticed
that
a
large
one
addressed
to
me
seemed
quite
covered
with
travel-stains
,
and
before
I
could
think
whose
writing
it
was
,
the
post-marks
,
which
were
very
numerous
,
caught
my
attention
,
and
I
exclaimed
,
"
A
letter
from
Spain
;
who
can
have
sent
it
?
"
Lady
Alice
looked
up
from
her
own
correspondence
;
and
as
I
held
the
letter
out
,
she
said
with
a
kind
of
gasp
,
"
It
is
from
Edgar
,
"
and
sank
fainting
to
the
ground
.
Great
confusion
ensued
,
as
was
natural
;
my
sister
did
not
recover
at
once
,
and
when
she
did
her
distress
was
piteous
to
see
.
Joy
and
grief
seemed
to
be
struggling
for
the
mastery
;
she
put
out
her
hand
as
if
to
grasp
the
letter
,
and
then
,
whispering
like
one
upon
whom
a
great
fear
has
fallen
,
she
said
to
me
,
"
Look
at
the
date
.
It
may
be
long
ago
,
and
perhaps
,
now
,
he
is
dead
.
"
I
cannot
express
to
you
the
passionate
yearning
she
threw
into
her
words
,
but
I
shall
never
forget
them
whilst
I
live
.
She
sat
trembling
,
and
I
broke
the
seal
.
It
bore
a
date
some
twelve
months
back
.
My
father
,
who
had
been
silent
until
now
,
though
painfully
agitated
,
took
the
letter
from
my
hand
as
I
was
on
the
point
of
reading
it
,
and
said
,
"
Alice
,
I
promise
that
you
shall
hear
everything
in
this
which
you
ought
to
know
;
but
there
may
be
—
in
short
,
your
brother
and
I
will
read
it
first
,
and
you
meanwhile
lie
down
in
your
own
room
and
endeavour
to
compose
yourself
.
"
She
was
led
with
tottering
steps
from
the
room
.
Even
in
my
haste
I
was
obliged
to
open
the
letter
carefully
,
for
it
was
written
on
the
thinnest
paper
and
would
have
borne
very
little
more
ill-usage
.
It
began
,
—
but
stay
,
—
I
will
bring
you
the
strange
document
and
you
shall
read
its
very
words
.
I
have
kept
it
among
my
papers
.
'
And
as
he
spoke
the
Earl
rose
and
left
the
picture-gallery
.
Lady
May
turned
to
the
window
and
gazed
out
on
the
sky
,
which
had
in
nothing
abated
of
its
sombreness
;
in
the
heavens
was
a
wild
and
shifting
dance
of
clouds
,
directed
,
as
it
would
seem
,
by
an
inconstant
breeze
,
and
upon
the
ear
came
a
long
low
whisper
from
the
waves
which
could
be
seen
tossing
on
the
beach
and
rolling
out
again
to
sea
.
Glanville
was
deep
in
contemplation
of
the
wreck
before
him
.
'
No
one
,
'
he
said
half
aloud
,
'
can
tell
me
what
to
do
with
this
,
except
Ivor
Mardol
.
'
The
lady
came
back
at
the
sound
of
his
voice
.
'
And
who
is
Ivor
Mardol
?
'
she
said
.
Before
he
had
time
to
answer
Lord
Trelingham
entered
.
He
bore
in
his
hand
a
yellow
,
dingycoloured
epistle
,
which
,
when
it
was
unfolded
,
almost
fell
to
pieces
.
He
spread
it
out
on
a
table
near
the
window
,
for
it
was
growing
very
dark
,
and
said
to
the
artist
:
'
Your
young
eyes
will
decipher
this
better
than
mine
.
It
is
written
,
however
,
in
a
beautiful
hand
.
Edgar
Valence
did
all
things
gracefully
and
was
noted
for
his
penmanship
.
Will
you
read
it
aloud
?
My
daughter
knows
part
of
the
story
,
but
never
till
this
moment
have
I
shown
her
Valence
's
letter
.
'
CHAPTER
IV
THE
FACE
OF
AN
IMMORTAL
Glanville
looked
at
the
paper
before
him
.
The
ink
was
faded
,
and
in
places
the
lines
were
uneven
;
but
no
one
could
mistake
the
exquisite
character
of
the
hand
in
which
they
were
traced
.
There
was
a
date
,
which
I
shall
not
give
.
But
the
letter
began
abruptly
.
'
I
do
n't
know
,
'
it
said
,
'
by
what
name
to
address
my
old
friend
,
who
has
perhaps
injured
me
,
and
who
no
doubt
thinks
I
have
injured
him
.
What
an
age
it
seems
since
I
left
Trelingham
!
And
what
an
effort
to
write
that
word
!
I
meant
to
have
done
with
it
until
I
could
come
back
and
claim
a
promise
I
shall
never
,
never
forget
.
Ah
,
Davenant
,
if
you
cared
for
me
or
her
,
if
you
could
only
understand
how
brave
,
how
loyal-hearted
she
was
on
that
day
,
when
heaven
and
earth
,
her
father
and
her
religion
,
were
against
me
,
you
would
know
whether
a
man
who
had
once
been
assured
of
such
an
affection
could
surrender
the
hope
of
it
.
But
what
am
I
doing
?
I
may
have
but
a
moment
before
the
fever
comes
on
again
and
my
brain
takes
fire
.
And
I
have
something
to
say
,
a
task
to
fulfil
,
if
my
hurt
is
not
too
much
for
me
.
Should
I
never
rise
off
the
bed
where
I
am
lying
,
it
will
be
your
task
then
,
not
mine
.
This
letter
will
reach
you
somehow
.
My
nurse
tells
me
I
ought
not
to
write
;
but
I
must
,
though
I
were
dying
.
The
thing
is
so
strange
.
Excuse
these
cramped
lines
;
I
can
hardly
see
what
I
have
written
,
my
eyes
pain
me
so
.
It
is
the
blow
that
wild
fellow
gave
me
across
the
forehead
when
I
would
not
let
him
,
—
but
I
am
telling
the
tale
askew
.
Let
me
try
again
.
'
This
place
is
called
Sepúlveda
.
You
never
heard
of
it
,
I
suppose
.
A
gloomy-sounding
name
,
but
a
grand
,
romantic
piece
of
country
,
some
forty
or
fifty
miles
from
Seville
,
on
the
spur
of
a
mountain-range
that
I
can
see
from
my
window
,
stretching
across
the
horizon
to
the
north
like
the
drop-scene
of
a
theatre
.
I
was
brought
here
wounded
,
I
do
n't
know
how
long
ago
.
A
week
,
a
month
,
an
eternity
,
for
all
I
can
tell
!
Down
below
in
the
valley
I
can
see
,
too
,
the
waters
of
a
stream
where
they
broaden
into
the
deep
pool
of
San
Lucar
.
The
convent
stands
on
the
edge
of
the
pool
,
and
looks
at
it
all
day
and
all
night
;
for
its
great
ruined
windows
are
all
on
that
side
.
"
The
convent
—
what
convent
?
"
you
ask
.
It
is
called
San
Lucar
,
I
tell
you
.
Ought
you
not
,
as
a
Tractarian
,
to
know
who
San
Lucar
was
?
Did
he
not
work
miracles
somewhere
,
and
live
in
a
cave
,
or
on
a
column
,
or
on
nothing
,
for
a
couple
of
centuries
?
Well
,
I
cannot
tell
you
who
this
San
Lucar
may
have
been
,
for
it
is
not
the
evangelist
,
but
a
local
deity
.
And
he
is
dead
,
and
his
bones
used
to
be
kept
in
a
shrine
of
fretted
silver
in
a
side-chapel
,
which
,
I
should
think
,
was
always
dark
in
spite
of
the
lamps
we
saw
burning
all
about
it
.
Oh
,
my
head
,
my
head
!
I
ramble
on
,
as
if
I
had
a
thousand
years
to
tell
this
story
.
'
You
know
I
became
an
atheist
and
a
democrat
before
I
left
Cambridge
.
I
do
n't
mean
to
hurt
your
feelings
;
but
the
history
must
begin
there
.
And
when
I
quarrelled
with
Lord
Trelingham
,
and
went
home
and
spent
a
week
brooding
over
my
prospects
,
the
thought
struck
me
that
I
might
as
well
join
these
Spaniards
,
who
were
doing
a
fine
anti-Christian
work
since
completed
by
Mendizabal
,
where
it
was
much
wanted
,
expelling
monks
,
pulling
down
monasteries
,
turning
the
priests
adrift
,
and
burning
up
the
foul
rubbish
that
the
Inquisition
had
heaped
together
and
made
holy
.
'
Glanville
,
who
had
hesitated
in
his
reading
more
than
once
,
now
came
to
a
dead
pause
,
and
said
to
Lord
Trelingham
,
'
Ought
I
to
read
all
this
?
It
can
only
give
you
pain
.
'
'
Never
mind
,
'
said
the
Earl
;
'
I
have
read
it
too
often
to
be
pained
now
.
There
is
not
much
more
of
it
;
and
Valence
says
truly
enough
that
it
is
necessary
to
the
understanding
of
his
adventure
.
'
The
artist
read
on
:
'
I
sailed
from
England
three
days
after
quitting
my
home
;
and
in
less
than
a
month
was
enrolled
among
the
volunteers
who
fought
for
progress
and
against
Don
Carlos
.
I
should
like
,
if
I
had
time
,
to
describe
some
of
our
wild
picturesque
doings
in
the
South
.
Never
had
I
imagined
anything
so
frantic
,
strange
,
stirring
;
such
a
droll
medley
of
old-world
romance
and
unwashed
barbarism
,
of
orange-groves
,
and
moonlight
,
and
harsh
music
,
and
dusty
marches
,
and
raging
multitudes
of
men
and
women
,
of
flying
monks
,
and
shrieking
and
dancing
mobs
,
not
only
in
the
great
squares
,
but
in
the
churches
and
the
long-inviolate
cloisters
;
and
,
in
brief
,
as
mad
a
world
,
with
furious
clamours
,
and
a
high
burning
sun
to
add
to
the
excitement
,
as
there
ever
was
in
the
Middle
Ages
.
It
deadened
my
feelings
of
loss
to
find
all
things
around
me
going
to
ruin
;
and
I
was
reckless
and
even
happy
.
'
I
do
not
mind
acknowledging
that
the
ruffian
band
,
of
which
I
became
captain
,
—
for
promotion
is
rapid
in
these
parts
of
the
world
,
—
were
as
savage
and
motley
a
crew
as
ever
escaped
hanging
.
I
often
seemed
to
be
living
over
Gil
Blas
on
a
grander
scale
,
with
all
the
riff-raff
of
centuries
gathered
round
me
and
following
the
tattered
banner
of
the
Revolution
.
But
dirty
work
must
be
done
with
dirty
tools
.
These
men
were
good
enough
to
pull
down
a
system
that
was
worse
than
themselves
;
for
it
pretended
to
have
come
from
heaven
,
and
they
did
n't
much
care
whether
they
came
from
heaven
or
hell
;
neither
did
they
trouble
as
to
which
of
the
two
would
have
them
by
and
by
.
They
hated
monkery
,
and
they
liked
a
wild
life
.
Certain
of
them
,
however
,
were
fierce
fanatics
;
and
one
of
these
gave
me
trouble
enough
.
He
was
a
stalwart
young
fellow
,
more
gipsy
,
I
should
think
,
than
genuine
Spaniard
.
He
had
been
a
monk
in
Jaen
,
and
had
run
away
from
his
monastery
as
soon
as
he
got
the
chance
.
How
he
delighted
in
breaking
open
church-gates
,
and
smashing
altars
,
and
pulling
the
great
images
down
from
their
pedestals
!
You
will
not
suppose
I
minded
that
!
There
is
only
one
mythology
I
would
spare
for
its
beauty
—
not
the
medieval
,
which
is
a
fantastic
dream
,
—
but
that
calm
old
Greek
world
of
loveliness
,
where
the
gods
are
the
forms
of
Nature
become
breathing
marble
,
and
the
heroes
are
daring
and
human
,
with
their
glorious
limbs
and
fair
faces
.
They
have
no
place
in
this
half-African
land
brooded
over
by
the
sultry
air
from
Sahara
,
and
too
hot
and
feverish
to
bring
forth
yellow-haired
Greeks
.
No
,
I
looked
on
while
the
churches
were
defaced
and
their
shrines
plundered
.
But
my
gipsy-monk
would
have
gone
much
further
.
He
was
,
as
you
would
say
,
no
gentleman
.
And
he
took
my
reprimands
as
sullenly
as
he
dared
.
'
It
seems
such
a
while
,
and
yet
again
the
picture
is
so
distinct
that
it
might
have
been
yesterday
,
since
we
marched
out
of
Seville
towards
San
Lucar
.
At
this
moment
I
have
before
my
eyes
the
stains
upon
a
great
square
flagstone
,
near
a
church
we
passed
,
where
a
priest
had
lately
been
killed
by
the
mob
.
Felayo
,
the
gipsy
,
pointed
them
out
to
me
,
and
said
,
"
I
wish
I
had
been
there
.
"
But
he
added
,
"
We
shall
catch
some
of
them
,
if
they
have
not
taken
to
their
heels
,
at
San
Lucar
.
"
For
that
secluded
convent
we
were
making
.
It
was
served
by
a
number
of
clergy
,
who
lived
,
all
except
the
chaplain
of
the
nuns
,
up
here
at
Sepúlveda
;
for
it
was
not
a
convent
of
men
.
What
led
us
to
make
such
a
long
expedition
was
the
knowledge
that
San
Lucar
had
never
been
spoiled
,
nor
its
cloister
invaded
,
even
by
the
French
during
the
Peninsular
War
;
and
although
its
treasures
were
at
that
time
hidden
for
safety
,
they
had
come
to
light
again
and
were
worth
seizing
.
And
then
,
the
delight
of
ruining
an
untouched
shrine
—
these
were
spolia
opima
to
draw
us
on
!
We
marched
somewhat
leisurely
,
as
Southerns
will
;
but
as
nobody
in
Seville
quite
knew
which
way
we
were
going
,
and
any
one
of
a
dozen
convents
might
have
been
our
attraction
,
we
gained
San
Lucar
without
a
rumour
of
the
impending
catastrophe
reaching
the
good
sisters
.
They
were
at
their
beads
from
morning
till
night
;
and
,
as
we
marched
up
the
valley
late
in
the
afternoon
,
we
could
hear
the
loud
voices
of
the
priests
chanting
one
of
their
evening
services
.
We
had
come
in
three
days
,
but
had
left
stragglers
on
the
road
,
and
were
now
a
company
of
a
hundred
and
twenty
.
...
I
cannot
continue
.
The
pen
drops
from
my
hand
.
'
Glanville
naturally
paused
again
.
Lady
May
,
who
had
given
him
the
closest
attention
,
said
,
in
a
sort
of
impatience
,
'
Please
go
on
.
'
And
he
resumed
:
'
It
is
some
days
since
I
broke
off
,
'
said
the
manuscript
;
'
I
wonder
when
I
shall
finish
,
or
whether
I
shall
at
all
.
I
have
been
asleep
,
they
tell
me
,
and
raving
a
good
deal
in
an
unknown
tongue
.
No
one
here
understands
English
.
But
they
have
caught
a
name
which
I
seemed
to
be
incessantly
repeating
—
her
name
!
Ay
de
mi
!
Let
me
make
an
end
.
But
what
are
the
words
that
some
one
is
faintly
singing
under
my
window
?
I
can
just
make
them
out
.
Apt
enough
they
sound
to
me
,
—
listen
—
"
'
Las
venas
con
poca
sangre
,
Los
ojos
con
mucha
noche
.
"
Little
blood
in
the
veins
,
and
heavy
night
upon
the
eyelids
.
I
must
hasten
while
I
may
.
We
did
nothing
that
evening
except
to
keep
the
passes
of
the
valley
.
It
was
known
outside
the
convent
that
we
had
come
,
and
why
;
but
the
peasants
had
been
cowed
by
the
revolutionary
frenzy
of
the
towns
,
and
we
neither
expected
resistance
nor
much
cared
if
it
were
attempted
.
We
were
stirring
next
day
with
the
sun
.
What
a
glorious
morning
broke
over
the
valley
and
the
stream
,
and
drove
back
the
darkness
towards
the
mountains
as
with
a
single
sweep
of
some
glittering
sword
in
heaven
!
Such
a
clear
light
came
over
the
white
monastery
walls
,
and
was
reflected
from
the
lake
as
we
marched
up
to
the
huge
wooden
gates
that
divided
the
cloister
from
the
world
without
.
Felayo
beat
upon
them
with
his
thundering
club
,
which
had
shattered
so
many
before
.
But
they
stood
unshaken
,
and
we
saw
that
if
we
were
to
enter
at
that
point
we
must
open
with
a
regular
assault
.
As
we
hesitated
to
begin
one
of
the
men
cried
out
that
the
church
doors
would
be
easier
.
That
great
building
stood
outside
the
cloister
and
opened
on
the
public
highway
.
We
marched
hastily
towards
it
;
and
what
was
our
surprise
when
we
drew
near
to
distinguish
the
solemn
sounds
of
choral
chanting
and
organ
accompaniment
within
!
"
They
are
singing
Mass
,
"
cried
Felayo
;
"
I
suppose
they
would
like
to
win
the
crown
of
martyrdom
,
as
their
good
ancestors
did
when
the
wicked
Moors
slew
them
;
"
and
again
he
raised
his
club
,
this
time
with
effect
,
against
the
sacred
gates
.
One
blow
drove
in
the
rusty
lock
,
a
second
and
a
third
,
aided
by
the
pikes
of
the
rest
,
broke
the
framework
in
pieces
,
and
with
yells
of
rage
and
triumph
the
men
rushed
in
.
'
Far
away
,
in
the
dim
light
,
we
saw
the
priests
in
their
vestments
at
the
altar
,
and
ranged
on
each
side
in
the
stalls
choristers
in
white
,
holding
books
from
which
,
though
now
in
trembling
tones
,
they
were
singing
.
Just
as
we
entered
the
voices
fell
silent
;
the
organ
,
which
stood
away
in
some
recess
,
took
up
a
softer
strain
;
and
I
saw
the
chief
priest
kneel
,
then
rise
again
quickly
,
and
lift
up
the
host
on
high
to
be
adored
by
the
prostrate
throng
.
As
if
maddened
at
the
sight
,
Felayo
,
who
had
paused
a
moment
,
went
wildly
up
the
church
,
calling
on
us
to
follow
,
leaped
the
silver
altar-rails
,
and
struck
down
the
priest
where
he
stood
.
In
an
instant
all
was
confusion
.
Felayo
swept
the
sacred
vessels
from
the
altar
;
and
,
as
the
choristers
ran
out
from
their
stalls
in
deadly
terror
,
some
to
rescue
the
priest
from
being
trampled
on
,
others
to
take
up
their
holy
things
which
lay
on
the
ground
,
and
one
or
two
of
the
bolder
spirits
to
thrust
back
Felayo
,
I
looked
up
and
beheld
that
miscreant
standing
on
the
altar
like
a
conquering
demon
.
Hideous
he
seemed
,
with
swarthy
face
and
malignant
flashing
eyes
,
his
arm
again
uplifted
for
destruction
,
and
his
voice
ringing
through
the
church
in
a
defiant
shriek
.
And
as
I
lifted
my
eyes
the
clear
morning
light
came
in
through
the
windows
of
the
chancel
,
flooding
the
space
above
him
;
and
I
saw
,
as
in
a
vision
of
glory
,
a
face
that
I
knew
,
with
an
expression
that
was
all
tenderness
and
divine
tranquillity
,
shining
down
on
the
confusion
unmoved
,
and
a
host
of
figures
in
glorious
raiment
about
it
.
"
Alice
!
"
I
cried
,
and
sprang
upon
the
altar
,
as
Felayo
lifted
his
head
and
caught
sight
of
the
picture
.
For
it
was
a
picture
,
not
a
vision
or
a
dream
.
Above
the
altar
,
like
the
tutelary
saint
of
the
place
,
depicted
in
mysterious
attitude
and
with
the
symbolism
of
some
Catholic
doctrine
,
Alice
,
whom
I
had
left
in
England
,
of
whom
I
dreamt
day
and
night
,
was
before
my
eyes
;
and
her
glance
seemed
to
go
through
my
very
heart
.
I
stood
bewildered
;
the
next
moment
I
was
recalled
to
myself
by
Felayo
's
voice
,
as
he
thundered
out
,
"
Ho
,
comrades
,
mount
up
here
and
pull
down
this
Virgin
of
the
monks
.
"
I
caught
him
by
the
throat
and
flung
him
to
the
ground
,
leaping
after
him
as
he
fell
.
"
Down
,
dog
,
"
I
shouted
;
"
you
shall
not
touch
the
picture
.
"
He
was
so
taken
aback
by
the
unexpected
assault
that
for
a
little
while
he
stared
at
me
without
answering
.
Then
,
gathering
himself
up
for
a
spring
,
he
strove
to
get
from
under
my
hand
;
but
I
held
him
fast
by
the
throat
,
and
while
the
others
came
round
in
amazement
,
I
cried
out
,
"
You
may
pull
the
church
to
pieces
and
plunder
what
you
will
,
but
this
Madonna
remains
sacred
.
I
claim
it
for
myself
.
"
I
cannot
say
what
they
thought
of
me
,
but
none
were
so
fanatical
as
the
gipsy
,
and
they
seemed
to
respect
my
whim
,
for
they
drew
back
and
began
to
form
into
parties
to
despoil
the
rest
of
the
church
and
invade
the
convent
.
Even
whilst
I
knelt
with
Felayo
in
my
grasp
,
I
could
see
the
nuns
,
who
were
separated
by
a
carved
screen
from
the
body
of
the
church
,
as
they
stood
shivering
in
the
midst
of
their
cloistered
aisle
,
uncertain
whether
to
flee
or
remain
.
Felayo
turned
himself
under
me
.
"
Let
me
go
,
"
he
said
;
"
I
will
not
touch
your
accursed
picture
.
"
—
"
Do
you
promise
?
"
I
asked
.
He
answered
through
his
teeth
,
"
Yes
,
I
promise
.
"
I
allowed
him
to
rise
to
his
feet
;
but
,
no
sooner
had
he
done
so
,
than
,
drawing
his
sword
,
he
slashed
me
across
the
forehead
,
and
had
not
my
peaked
cap
partly
warded
the
blow
,
that
would
have
been
the
end
of
Edgar
Valence
.
I
was
,
however
,
only
half-stunned
,
and
with
a
rapidity
equal
to
his
own
,
I
drove
the
sword
I
held
in
my
hand
through
the
villain
's
heart
.
With
a
frightful
roar
of
pain
he
fell
dead
beside
the
priest
whose
life
,
in
the
crush
and
confusion
,
had
been
trampled
out
of
him
.
'
Meanwhile
,
the
invaders
were
breaking
down
the
cloister
,
tearing
from
their
places
silver
lamps
and
the
precious
gates
of
the
various
shrines
,
rending
the
vestments
to
pieces
,
and
hurling
the
great
crucifixes
to
the
ground
.
The
noise
,
the
riot
,
were
indescribable
.
I
appointed
a
couple
of
men
to
guard
the
high
altar
;
and
seeing
what
was
likely
to
happen
now
the
soldiers
were
getting
infuriated
,
I
made
my
way
over
the
fallen
screen
into
the
nuns
'
cloister
,
and
endeavoured
to
restore
a
little
order
amid
the
confusion
.
I
told
the
sisters
they
were
free
to
depart
,
but
that
resistance
was
impossible
.
If
they
wished
to
be
dealt
with
kindly
,
let
them
go
to
Sepúlveda
and
prepare
lodgings
and
refreshments
for
the
wounded
,
of
whom
there
were
several
on
both
sides
.
For
the
younger
priests
,
when
their
blood
was
up
,
did
not
hesitate
to
grapple
with
the
soldiers
.
There
is
always
in
the
Spanish
temper
a
wild
devil
to
be
roused
;
and
these
sons
of
the
sanctuary
were
as
eager
for
the
fray
as
their
assailants
,
after
they
had
seen
their
mass
interrupted
and
the
priest
flung
down
.
But
they
had
no
weapons
,
except
the
fragments
of
the
woodwork
and
church
furniture
;
and
in
no
long
time
they
were
overpowered
.
When
the
high
altar
was
understood
to
be
my
share
of
the
spoils
,
a
general
rush
was
made
towards
the
chapel
of
San
Lucar
.
I
followed
out
of
curiosity
,
for
I
could
not
bring
myself
to
lay
a
profane
hand
upon
anything
in
a
place
where
Alice
seemed
to
be
gazing
at
me
,
and
with
her
heavenly
presence
reproving
my
unhallowed
thoughts
.
I
saw
the
shrine
dismantled
,
the
dust
of
the
saint
scattered
where
his
worshippers
had
knelt
for
ages
to
ask
his
intercession
,
the
lamps
quenched
and
borne
away
by
the
soldiery
,
the
huge
windows
broken
,
and
the
church
from
end
to
end
made
a
wreck
,
—
all
things
in
it
ruined
save
the
exquisite
vision
looking
down
upon
the
high
altar
.
The
men
ate
and
drank
about
the
place
,
and
jeered
their
prisoners
,
and
would
have
quarrelled
over
the
spoil
,
had
not
an
order
come
towards
mid-day
from
Seville
,
directing
us
to
quit
the
convent
and
take
up
our
quarters
in
Sepúlveda
.
'
I
was
greatly
embarrassed
,
for
I
would
not
leave
the
portrait
of
Alice
to
the
mercy
of
the
new
imagebreakers
;
and
yet
go
we
must
.
In
this
perplexity
,
one
of
the
wounded
priests
whispered
to
me
that
,
if
I
wished
to
save
the
Virgin
,
there
was
a
secure
place
under
the
altar
where
it
might
be
hidden
.
Let
me
send
the
rest
away
and
he
would
show
me
.
I
thought
the
matter
out
for
a
while
.
We
could
not
get
the
wounded
to
Sepúlveda
without
mules
,
of
which
we
had
very
few
.
Whatever
was
to
be
done
must
be
done
at
once
;
but
to
stay
for
the
wounded
could
not
be
an
infringement
of
orders
.
I
sent
men
off
to
find
means
of
transport
;
and
,
keeping
only
three
whom
I
knew
to
be
loyal
fellows
,
when
the
church
was
cleared
I
bade
the
priest
show
me
the
hiding-place
of
which
he
spoke
.
He
was
badly
hurt
,
but
he
contrived
to
reach
the
altar
,
and
touching
the
great
slab
at
which
mass
had
been
said
,
he
made
it
move
out
of
its
place
noiselessly
.
There
was
a
dry
vault
underneath
,
and
several
huge
coffers
in
it
where
treasure
had
once
been
stored
.
If
the
altar
were
broken
down
,
the
vault
would
be
discovered
;
otherwise
,
it
was
safe
enough
.
We
unfastened
the
great
picture
,
not
without
difficulty
,
from
its
place
on
the
wall
;
covered
it
with
remnants
of
the
heavy
silk
hangings
;
and
were
so
fortunate
as
to
come
upon
a
chest
which
would
hold
it
under
lock
and
key
.
I
took
possession
of
the
key
,
which
is
now
under
my
pillow
,
and
will
never
leave
me
till
the
picture
is
removed
to
some
fitter
resting-place
.
The
priest
explained
to
me
the
secret
of
the
spring
;
and
the
great
slab
,
revolving
once
more
,
concealed
from
the
returning
soldiery
what
we
had
done
.
'
They
were
anxious
to
get
off
with
their
booty
;
we
left
the
convent
—
bare
,
a
habitation
for
the
beasts
of
the
field
,
and
a
shelter
for
owls
and
other
night-birds
;
and
by
the
evening
our
men
were
lodged
in
Sepúlveda
.
My
head
was
aching
from
the
sword-stroke
of
Felayo
;
I
could
get
no
farther
than
the
farmhouse
where
I
am
now
lying
.
I
know
that
I
have
had
an
attack
of
brain-fever
.
The
detachment
I
commanded
has
gone
,
I
cannot
say
on
what
errand
;
for
it
went
in
haste
,
leaving
me
to
my
fate
.
These
good
nuns
look
upon
me
as
a
guardian
angel
;
all
they
saw
was
that
I
protected
their
Madonna
from
destruction
and
themselves
from
insult
.
They
are
not
aware
that
I
helped
to
overturn
many
a
shrine
before
I
came
to
San
Lucar
.
They
tell
me
I
have
been
near
dying
.
Why
not
?
Should
I
live
,
is
there
any
prospect
for
me
?
The
vision
of
Alice
forbids
me
to
join
my
old
companions
;
I
cannot
bear
to
think
that
I
might
see
her
face
again
,
looking
down
on
me
in
the
next
sanctuary
I
profaned
.
All
I
desire
is
to
rescue
the
canvas
whereon
she
breathes
and
lives
,
and
return
with
it
to
England
.
If
I
die
before
this
can
be
accomplished
,
I
charge
you
to
see
to
it
.
The
convent
will
never
be
dwelt
in
again
;
and
you
will
have
small
difficulty
in
securing
this
miraculous
piece
of
driftwood
.
What
its
history
may
be
,
I
do
not
know
.
I
have
been
too
weak
to
put
any
questions
about
it
;
and
these
sisters
,
though
well-meaning
,
are
extremely
ignorant
.
I
doubt
that
they
could
tell
me
the
true
story
;
legends
,
of
course
,
they
have
in
plenty
.
'
Davenant
,
if
I
get
well
,
you
must
prepare
Lord
Trelingham
to
receive
me
,
if
only
once
,
within
his
threshold
.
I
will
not
entrust
the
portrait
of
Alice
to
another
.
But
when
I
have
put
it
into
his
hands
,
I
will
turn
again
and
he
shall
see
me
no
more
until
he
welcomes
me
as
his
daughter
's
husband
.
'
Thank
the
kind
fates
that
have
suffered
me
to
write
this
.
I
am
dead
tired
.
I
shall
sleep
now
;
and
perhaps
never
waken
.
But
this
letter
,
at
all
events
,
will
reach
you
.
Say
to
Alice
,
—
ah
no
,
you
will
give
her
no
message
from
me
.
I
hear
the
voice
singing
again
the
self-same
words
beneath
my
window
—
"
Las
venas
con
poco
sangre
,
Los
ojos
con
mucha
noche
,
Lo
halló
en
el
campo
aquella
,
Vida
y
muerte
de
los
hombres
.
"
How
pretty
these
old
Spanish
romances
are
!
But
it
was
not
in
the
field
that
either
love
or
death
found
me
;
yet
,
weak
though
I
may
be
,
I
am
strong
enough
to
meet
my
fate
,
come
when
and
how
it
will
.
E
.
V
.
'
There
was
no
other
signature
.
CHAPTER
V
BUT
THOU
TO
ME
ART
MORE
THAN
ALL
!
'
Was
I
not
right
,
'
said
the
Earl
,
'
in
calling
that
a
strange
letter
?
As
you
have
read
it
to
me
,
so
did
I
read
it
to
my
father
,
keeping
an
anxious
eye
on
the
door
at
which
Lady
Alice
had
gone
out
,
and
every
moment
dreading
her
return
.
What
could
we
say
to
her
?
Was
it
possible
to
hide
Valence
's
danger
,
or
the
likelihood
of
his
arrival
at
Trelingham
?
Breaking
a
heavy
silence
,
my
father
observed
,
"
This
has
taken
almost
a
year
to
reach
its
destination
.
Should
Valence
be
still
living
,
we
must
expect
him
in
England
soon
;
nor
can
I
decline
to
accept
,
even
from
his
hands
,
a
portrait
which
has
long
been
wanting
in
our
gallery
.
"
I
looked
at
him
in
surprise
.
"
What
!
"
I
said
;
"
has
not
Valence
dreamt
the
whole
story
?
His
letter
was
written
during
an
access
of
brain-fever
;
and
must
we
not
suppose
that
his
constant
brooding
on
the
loss
of
my
sister
,
combined
with
reminiscences
of
the
legend
of
Lady
Elizabeth
,
has
shaped
his
fancies
to
this
extraordinary
result
?
"
—
"
No
,
"
replied
my
father
;
"
Valence
must
have
done
what
he
describes
.
Either
he
never
knew
or
has
forgotten
the
story
of
Lady
Elizabeth
.
You
see
he
does
not
once
refer
to
it
.
"
'
'
And
may
I
ask
,
'
said
Glanville
,
'
what
is
the
legend
of
Lady
Elizabeth
?
'
'
I
will
tell
you
,
'
replied
his
host
.
'
Ours
,
my
dear
Mr.
Glanville
,
is
not
itself
a
very
ancient
peerage
.
It
dates
from
Charles
II
.
,
when
Sir
William
Davenant
became
Viscount
Davenant
and
Earl
of
Trelingham
.
But
in
his
wife
was
represented
a
much
older
line
;
and
it
was
chiefly
by
reason
of
his
marriage
with
her
that
Sir
William
was
raised
to
the
House
of
Lords
.
She
was
the
last
of
that
old
West
Country
stock
,
the
Trelinghams
of
Trelingham
.
Her
father
died
abroad
during
the
usurpation
of
Cromwell
;
and
his
brothers
—
the
family
were
Roman
Catholic
—
had
taken
orders
at
Rome
and
St.
Omer
,
but
died
before
him
.
Hence
the
title
of
Trelingham
became
extinct
.
But
Lady
Elizabeth
inherited
in
her
own
right
the
estates
which
had
gone
with
it
;
and
she
was
in
a
convent
when
her
father
died
.
The
family
chronicles
add
that
the
convent
was
in
Spain
,
but
not
the
name
or
precise
situation
.
She
was
on
the
point
of
taking
the
veil
,
and
had
she
done
so
,
there
is
no
doubt
the
estates
of
Trelingham
would
have
passed
to
the
Commonwealth
.
She
was
persuaded
,
therefore
,
to
return
home
.
Her
nearest
relative
,
a
Protestant
cousin
,
sought
her
hand
;
but
he
was
grasping
and
ambitious
,
and
twenty
years
older
than
the
lady
.
She
refused
him
,
and
bestowed
herself
and
Trelingham
on
Sir
William
Davenant
,
who
,
though
not
of
her
faith
,
was
chivalrous
enough
to
respect
it
.
She
loved
him
so
well
that
,
in
course
of
time
,
she
joined
our
communion
,
and
her
children
were
brought
up
in
the
doctrine
of
the
English
Church
.
She
died
young
,
however
,
and
the
story
ran
that
she
repented
of
having
changed
her
religion
.
Certain
it
is
that
a
mystery
attached
to
Lady
Elizabeth
—
the
name
by
which
she
was
usually
designated
in
honour
of
the
ancient
line
.
She
would
never
allow
her
portrait
to
be
painted
;
and
when
I
was
a
boy
its
place
in
the
gallery
—
at
the
very
spot
where
we
are
now
sitting
—
was
indicated
by
a
purple
veil
on
which
in
black
letter
was
inscribed
the
name
of
Elizabeth
,
Countess
of
Trelingham
,
with
the
dates
of
her
birth
and
decease
.
What
was
the
explanation
?
Well
,
here
Valence
's
story
came
in
.
It
was
said
that
,
when
a
girl
at
her
Spanish
convent
,
Lady
Elizabeth
had
been
chosen
,
by
a
painter
whose
name
we
never
heard
,
to
represent
the
Virgin
in
a
great
altar-piece
;
and
that
an
instinct
of
reverence
,
mingled
perhaps
with
remorse
,
determined
her
never
to
allow
,
for
ends
of
pride
or
vanity
,
that
countenance
to
be
depicted
by
a
worldly
artist
,
which
had
been
dedicated
to
religion
and
enshrined
above
an
altar
.
We
did
not
often
repeat
the
legend
;
we
had
no
picture
to
show
,
and
assuredly
we
did
not
dream
that
a
resemblance
existed
between
the
features
of
my
sister
and
those
of
her
far-away
ancestress
.
Valence
's
letter
was
a
revelation
.
'
While
we
talked
Lady
Alice
came
back
,
looking
so
pale
that
I
ran
to
her
,
expecting
her
to
faint
in
my
arms
.
She
thanked
me
in
a
feeble
voice
,
but
declared
that
she
was
strong
enough
to
bear
anything
save
uncertainty
.
I
gave
her
the
letter
;
she
sat
down
and
was
absorbed
in
it
,
reading
with
eager
haste
,
turning
back
sometimes
as
though
fearing
to
lose
a
word
,
and
quite
unmindful
of
our
presence
.
She
uttered
no
exclamation
when
he
spoke
of
seeing
her
above
the
altar
;
she
was
too
intent
on
the
sequel
,
and
I
dreaded
to
see
her
come
to
his
last
words
.
As
she
did
so
a
fit
of
shuddering
seized
her
.
But
with
a
strong
effort
she
mastered
her
emotion
,
and
saying
only
,
"
I
will
wait
,
I
will
wait
,
"
she
let
the
paper
fall
to
her
feet
and
came
and
put
her
arms
about
our
father
's
neck
.
"
Papa
,
"
she
said
,
"
do
not
fear
me
;
I
will
be
a
good
daughter
.
Only
let
,
let
Edgar
come
.
He
will
not
be
so
unbelieving
then
.
See
how
this
strange
thing
has
softened
him
.
By
and
by
he
will
follow
your
advice
,
and
we
shall
be
happy
.
"
Her
voice
broke
,
her
eyes
streamed
with
tears
.
"
Very
well
,
"
my
father
replied
,
"
if
he
comes
I
will
see
him
.
But
you
must
be
patient
.
"
—
"
I
will
,
I
will
,
"
she
whispered
,
and
took
up
the
letter
again
and
was
lost
in
it
.
'
Patience
!
It
was
a
wise
word
.
The
months
passed
and
he
did
not
arrive
.
My
sister
was
falling
into
a
decline
,
my
father
hastening
to
his
grave
;
and
,
I
confess
it
with
shame
,
I
had
fierce
thoughts
about
Edgar
Valence
.
Why
did
he
not
write
?
But
perhaps
he
had
expired
at
Sepúlveda
.
I
did
not
think
so
.
I
hated
him
.
'
On
a
dark
cold
evening
in
November
,
when
the
snow
was
lying
deep
,
my
father
breathed
his
last
.
We
buried
him
on
the
bleak
hillside
,
which
looks
almost
as
cold
and
dark
this
morning
.
'
And
,
interrupting
himself
,
the
Earl
pointed
out
to
Glanville
where
the
old
gray
church
of
Trelingham
rose
up
from
the
precipitous
shore
,
with
the
green
churchyard
and
the
mounds
of
the
dead
on
every
side
of
it
.
He
resumed
:
'
The
next
day
,
late
in
the
afternoon
,
as
I
was
seated
in
my
study
,
and
Lady
Alice
was
reclining
in
her
own
room
,
too
much
exhausted
to
move
,
a
stranger
was
announced
.
He
gave
no
name
I
bade
them
show
him
into
the
drawing-room
.
I
entered
,
and
my
eyes
fell
on
Edgar
Valence
.
Through
the
windows
I
could
see
that
it
was
snowing
fast
.
'
He
stood
wrapt
in
furs
,
bareheaded
,
and
immovable
,
with
the
scar
quite
plain
on
his
forehead
.
When
he
saw
me
,
his
movement
testified
surprise
.
"
I
asked
to
see
Lord
Trelingham
,
"
he
murmured
.
Then
he
observed
that
I
wore
deep
mourning
.
"
Is
any
one
dead
?
"
he
cried
excitedly
;
"
is
Alice
—
?
"
I
interrupted
him
.
"
Lord
Trelingham
is
dead
,
not
my
sister
.
What
is
you
business
,
Mr.
Valence
?
"
The
words
were
cold
and
unfriendly
,
but
I
was
much
moved
.
He
looked
like
one
risen
from
the
grave
;
his
soldierly
bearing
could
not
disguise
the
feebleness
of
his
health
.
He
had
suffered
,
and
the
sword-stroke
of
Felayo
had
been
almost
fatal
.
But
he
must
not
see
Alice
.
"
Did
my
letter
from
Sepúlveda
reach
you
?
"
he
inquired
.
"
Yes
;
but
why
did
you
not
write
again
?
"
He
smiled
.
"
When
I
quitted
my
farmhouse
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
took
service
in
the
regular
army
.
I
was
wounded
again
,
taken
prisoner
,
carried
into
Estremadura
,
and
did
not
escape
till
seven
weeks
ago
.
Why
should
I
have
written
?
Would
Alice
have
seen
my
letters
?
"
"
'
I
do
not
know
,
"
was
my
answer
;
"
but
had
you
come
in
my
father
's
lifetime
,
for
her
sake
he
would
have
granted
you
an
interview
.
He
would
have
done
no
more
;
and
,
Valence
,
unless
you
are
changed
neither
will
I
.
"
'
He
answered
,
alas
!
in
his
old
firm
voice
,
"
I
am
not
changed
;
do
not
think
it
.
Nor
is
my
love
for
Alice
.
"
'
"
Be
it
so
,
"
was
my
reply
,
"
then
you
may
look
for
the
same
course
from
me
that
my
father
would
have
pursued
.
"
'
"
And
what
is
that
,
may
I
ask
?
"
'
I
knew
very
well
the
answer
I
meant
to
give
.
It
was
imperative
on
me
as
a
son
and
a
Christian
;
but
it
would
cost
me
a
sharp
pang
to
utter
it
,
when
I
thought
of
my
poor
sister
lying
dangerously
ill
,
without
heart
or
hope
,
and
the
desolate
future
before
us
.
I
delayed
the
fatal
moment
.
Instead
of
replying
,
I
said
to
Valence
,
"
Did
you
return
to
San
Lucar
,
as
you
hoped
?
"
—
"
Return
?
"
he
cried
;
"
had
I
not
returned
and
brought
away
the
portrait
,
do
you
think
I
should
have
ventured
hither
to-day
?
The
picture
is
waiting
at
your
lodge
gates
.
Will
you
receive
it
?
Will
you
tell
some
of
