,and
it
is
ten
to
one
that
the
occurrences
of
the
day
disgust
rather
than
gratify
him
!
One
or
two
got
in
,
and
scrambled
out
on
the
other
side
,
but
Tufto
Pearlings
,
the
Manchester
man
from
Friday
Street
,
stuck
in
the
mud
at
the
bottom
,
and
could
not
get
his
mare
out
till
seven
men
had
come
with
ropes
to
help
him
.
"
Where
the
devil
is
my
fellow
?
"
Pearlings
asked
of
the
countrymen
;
but
the
countrymen
could
not
tell
him
that
"
his
fellow
"
with
his
second
horse
was
riding
the
hunt
with
great
satisfaction
to
himself
.
George
Vavasor
found
that
his
horse
went
with
him
uncommonly
well
,
taking
his
fences
almost
in
the
stride
of
his
gallop
,
and
giving
unmistakeable
signs
of
good
condition
.
"
I
wonder
what
it
is
that
's
amiss
with
him
,
"
said
George
to
himself
,
resolving
,
however
,
that
he
would
sell
him
that
day
if
he
got
an
opportunity
.
Straight
went
the
line
of
the
fox
,
up
from
the
brook
,
and
Tom
began
to
say
that
his
master
had
been
wrong
about
Claydon
's
.
"
Where
are
we
now
?
"
said
Burgo
,
as
four
or
five
of
them
dashed
through
the
open
gate
of
a
farmyard
.
"
This
is
Bulby
's
farm
,
"
said
Tom
,
"
and
we
're
going
right
away
for
Elmham
Wood
.
"
"
Elmham
Wood
be
d
–
–
–
–
,
"
said
a
stout
farmer
,
who
had
come
as
far
as
that
with
them
.
"
You
wo
n't
see
Elmham
Wood
to-day
.
"
"
I
suppose
you
know
best
,
"
said
Tom
;
and
then
they
were
through
the
yard
,
across
another
road
,
and
down
a
steep
ravine
by
the
side
of
a
little
copse
.
"
He
's
been
through
them
firs
,
any
way
,
"
said
Tom
.
"
To
him
,
Gaylass
!
"
Then
up
they
went
the
other
side
of
the
ravine
,
and
saw
the
body
of
the
hounds
almost
a
field
before
them
at
the
top
.
"
I
say
,
—
that
took
some
of
the
wind
out
of
a
fellow
,
"
said
Pollock
.
"
You
must
n't
mind
about
wind
now
,
"
said
Burgo
,
dashing
on
.
"
Was
n't
the
pace
awful
,
coming
up
to
that
farmhouse
?
"
said
Calder
Jones
,
looking
round
to
see
if
Grindley
was
shaken
off
.
But
Grindley
,
with
some
six
or
seven
others
,
was
still
there
.
And
there
,
also
,
always
in
the
next
field
to
the
left
,
was
George
Vavasor
.
He
had
spoken
no
word
to
any
one
since
the
hunt
commenced
,
nor
had
he
wished
to
speak
to
any
one
.
He
desired
to
sell
his
horse
,
—
and
he
desired
also
to
succeed
in
the
run
for
other
reasons
than
that
,
though
I
think
he
would
have
found
it
difficult
to
define
them
.
Now
they
had
open
grass
land
for
about
a
mile
,
but
with
very
heavy
fences
,
—
so
that
the
hounds
gained
upon
them
a
little
,
and
Pollock
's
weight
began
to
tell
.
The
huntsman
and
Burgo
were
leading
with
some
fortunate
county
gentleman
whose
good
stars
had
brought
him
in
upon
them
at
the
farmyard
gate
.
It
is
the
injustice
of
such
accidents
as
this
that
breaks
the
heart
of
a
man
who
has
honestly
gone
through
all
the
heat
and
work
of
the
struggle
!
And
the
hounds
had
veered
a
little
round
to
the
left
,
making
,
after
all
,
for
Claydon
's
.
"
Darned
if
the
Squire
war
n't
right
,
"
said
Tom
.
Sir
William
,
though
a
baronet
,
was
familiarly
called
the
Squire
throughout
the
hunt
.
"
We
ai
n't
going
for
Claydon
's
now
?
"
asked
Burgo
.
"
Them
's
Claydon
's
beeches
we
sees
over
there
,
"
said
Tom
.
"
'
Tai
n't
often
the
Squire
's
wrong
.
"
Here
they
came
to
a
little
double
rail
and
a
little
quick-set
hedge
.
A
double
rail
is
a
nasty
fence
always
if
it
has
been
made
any
way
strong
,
and
one
which
a
man
with
a
wife
and
a
family
is
justified
in
avoiding
.
They
mostly
can
be
avoided
,
having
gates
;
and
this
could
have
been
avoided
.
But
Burgo
never
avoided
anything
,
and
went
over
it
beautifully
.
The
difficulty
is
to
be
discreet
when
the
man
before
one
has
been
indiscreet
.
Tom
went
for
the
gate
,
as
did
Pollock
,
who
knew
that
he
could
have
no
chance
at
the
double
rails
.
But
Calder
Jones
came
to
infinite
grief
,
striking
the
top
bar
of
the
second
rail
,
and
going
head-foremost
out
of
his
saddle
,
as
though
thrown
by
a
catapult
.
There
we
must
leave
him
.
Grindley
,
rejoicing
greatly
at
this
discomfiture
,
made
for
the
gate
;
but
the
country
gentleman
with
the
fresh
horse
accomplished
the
rails
,
and
was
soon
alongside
of
Burgo
.
"
I
did
n't
see
you
at
the
start
,
"
said
Burgo
.
"
And
I
did
n't
see
you
,
"
said
the
country
gentleman
;
"
so
it
's
even
.
"
Burgo
did
not
see
the
thing
in
the
same
light
,
but
he
said
no
more
.
Grindley
and
Tom
were
soon
after
them
,
Tom
doing
his
utmost
to
shake
off
the
attorney
.
Pollock
was
coming
on
also
;
but
the
pace
had
been
too
much
for
him
,
and
though
the
ground
rode
light
his
poor
beast
laboured
and
grunted
sorely
.
The
hounds
were
still
veering
somewhat
to
the
left
,
and
Burgo
,
jumping
over
a
small
fence
into
the
same
field
with
them
,
saw
that
there
was
a
horseman
ahead
of
him
.
This
was
George
Vavasor
,
who
was
going
well
,
without
any
symptom
of
distress
.
And
now
they
were
at
Claydon
's
,
having
run
over
some
seven
miles
of
ground
in
about
thirty-five
minutes
.
To
those
who
do
not
know
what
hunting
is
,
this
pace
does
not
seem
very
extraordinary
;
but
it
had
been
quite
quick
enough
,
as
was
testified
by
the
horses
which
had
gone
the
distance
.
Our
party
entered
Claydon
's
Park
at
back
,
through
a
gate
in
the
park
palings
that
was
open
on
hunting
days
;
but
a
much
more
numerous
lot
was
there
almost
as
soon
as
them
,
who
had
come
in
by
the
main
entrance
.
This
lot
was
headed
by
Sir
William
,
and
our
friend
Maxwell
was
with
him
.
"
A
jolly
thing
so
far
,
"
said
Burgo
to
Maxwell
;
"
about
the
best
we
've
had
this
year
.
"
"
I
did
n't
see
a
yard
of
it
,
"
said
Maxwell
.
"
I
had
n't
nerve
to
get
off
the
first
road
,
and
I
have
n't
been
off
it
ever
since
.
"
Maxwell
was
a
man
who
never
lied
about
his
hunting
,
or
had
the
slightest
shame
in
riding
roads
.
"
Who
's
been
with
you
?
"
said
he
.
"
There
've
been
Tom
and
I
;
—
and
Calder
Jones
was
there
for
a
while
.
I
think
he
killed
himself
somewhere
.
And
there
was
Pollock
,
and
your
friend
Grindley
,
and
a
chap
whose
name
I
do
n't
know
who
dropped
out
of
heaven
about
half-way
in
the
run
;
and
there
was
another
man
whose
back
I
saw
just
now
;
there
he
is
,
—
by
heavens
,
it
's
Vavasor
!
I
did
n't
know
he
was
here
.
"
They
hung
about
the
Claydon
covers
for
ten
minutes
,
and
then
their
fox
went
off
again
,
—
their
fox
or
another
,
as
to
which
there
was
a
great
discussion
afterwards
;
but
he
who
would
have
suggested
the
idea
of
a
new
fox
to
Sir
William
would
have
been
a
bold
man
.
A
fox
,
however
,
went
off
,
turning
still
to
the
left
from
Claydon
's
towards
Roebury
.
Those
ten
minutes
had
brought
up
some
fifty
men
;
but
it
did
not
bring
up
Calder
Jones
nor
Tufto
Pearlings
,
nor
some
half-dozen
others
who
had
already
come
to
serious
misfortune
;
but
Grindley
was
there
,
very
triumphant
in
his
own
success
,
and
already
talking
of
Jones
's
sovereign
.
And
Pollock
was
there
also
,
thankful
for
the
ten
minutes
'
law
,
and
trusting
that
wind
might
be
given
to
his
horse
to
finish
the
run
triumphantly
.
But
the
pace
on
leaving
Claydon
's
was
better
than
ever
.
This
may
have
come
from
the
fact
that
the
scent
was
keener
,
as
they
got
out
so
close
upon
their
game
.
But
I
think
they
must
have
changed
their
fox
.
Maxwell
,
who
saw
him
go
,
swore
that
he
was
fresh
and
clean
.
Burgo
said
that
he
knew
it
to
be
the
same
fox
,
but
gave
no
reason
.
"
Same
fox
!
in
course
it
was
;
why
should
n't
it
be
the
same
?
"
said
Tom
.
The
country
gentleman
who
had
dropped
from
heaven
was
quite
sure
that
they
had
changed
,
and
so
were
most
of
those
who
had
ridden
the
road
.
Pollock
confined
himself
to
hoping
that
he
might
soon
be
killed
,
and
that
thus
his
triumph
for
the
day
might
be
assured
.
On
they
went
,
and
the
pace
soon
became
too
good
for
the
poor
author
.
His
horse
at
last
refused
a
little
hedge
,
and
there
was
not
another
trot
to
be
got
out
of
him
.
That
night
Pollock
turned
up
at
Roebury
about
nine
o'clock
,
very
hungry
,
—
and
it
was
known
that
his
animal
was
alive
;
—
but
the
poor
horse
ate
not
a
grain
of
oats
that
night
,
nor
on
the
next
morning
.
Vavasor
had
again
taken
a
line
to
himself
,
on
this
occasion
a
little
to
the
right
of
the
meet
;
but
Maxwell
followed
him
and
rode
close
with
him
to
the
end
.
Burgo
for
a
while
still
led
the
body
of
the
field
,
incurring
at
first
much
condemnation
from
Sir
William
,
—
nominally
for
hurrying
on
among
the
hounds
,
but
in
truth
because
he
got
before
Sir
William
himself
.
During
this
latter
part
of
the
run
Sir
William
stuck
to
the
hounds
in
spite
of
his
seventy
odd
years
.
Going
down
into
Marham
Bottom
,
some
four
or
five
were
left
behind
,
for
they
feared
the
soft
ground
near
the
river
,
and
did
not
know
the
pass
through
it
.
But
Sir
William
knew
it
,
and
those
who
remained
close
to
him
got
over
that
trouble
.
Burgo
,
who
would
still
lead
,
nearly
foundered
in
the
bog
;
—
but
he
was
light
,
and
his
horse
pulled
him
through
,
—
leaving
a
fore-shoe
in
the
mud
.
After
that
Burgo
was
contented
to
give
Sir
William
the
lead
.
Then
they
came
up
by
Marham
Pits
to
Cleshey
Small
Wood
,
which
they
passed
without
hanging
there
a
minute
,
and
over
the
grass
lands
of
Cleshey
Farm
.
Here
Vavasor
and
Maxwell
joined
the
others
,
having
gained
some
three
hundred
yards
in
distance
by
their
course
,
but
having
been
forced
to
jump
the
Marham
Stream
which
Sir
William
had
forded
.
The
pace
now
was
as
good
as
the
horses
could
make
it
,
—
and
perhaps
something
better
as
regarded
some
of
them
.
Sir
William
's
servant
had
been
with
him
,
and
he
had
got
his
second
horse
at
Claydon
's
;
Maxwell
had
been
equally
fortunate
;
Tom
's
second
horse
had
not
come
up
,
and
his
beast
was
in
great
distress
;
Grindley
had
remained
behind
at
Marham
Bottom
,
being
contented
perhaps
with
having
beaten
Calder
Jones
,
—
from
whom
by-the-by
I
may
here
declare
that
he
never
got
his
sovereign
.
Burgo
,
Vavasor
,
and
the
country
gentleman
still
held
on
;
but
it
was
devoutly
desired
by
all
of
them
that
the
fox
might
soon
come
to
the
end
of
his
tether
.
Ah
!
that
intense
longing
that
the
fox
may
fail
,
when
the
failings
of
the
horse
begin
to
make
themselves
known
,
—
and
the
consciousness
comes
on
that
all
that
one
has
done
will
go
for
nothing
unless
the
thing
can
be
brought
to
a
close
in
a
field
or
two
!
So
far
you
have
triumphed
,
leaving
scores
of
men
behind
;
but
of
what
good
is
all
that
,
if
you
also
are
to
be
left
behind
at
the
last
?
It
was
manifest
now
to
all
who
knew
the
country
that
the
fox
was
making
for
Thornden
Deer
Park
,
but
Thornden
Deer
Park
was
still
two
miles
ahead
of
them
,
and
the
hounds
were
so
near
to
their
game
that
the
poor
beast
could
hardly
hope
to
live
till
he
got
there
.
He
had
tried
a
well-known
drain
near
Cleshey
Farm
House
;
but
it
had
been
inhospitably
,
nay
cruelly
,
closed
against
him
.
Soon
after
that
he
threw
himself
down
in
a
ditch
,
and
the
eager
hounds
overran
him
,
giving
him
a
moment
's
law
,
—
and
giving
also
a
moment
's
law
to
horses
that
wanted
it
as
badly
.
"
I
'm
about
done
for
,
"
said
Burgo
to
Maxwell
.
"
Luckily
for
you
,
"
said
Maxwell
,
"
the
fox
is
much
in
the
same
way
.
"
But
the
fox
had
still
more
power
left
in
him
than
poor
Burgo
Fitzgerald
's
horse
.
He
gained
a
minute
's
check
and
then
he
started
again
,
being
viewed
away
by
Sir
William
himself
.
The
country
gentleman
of
whom
mention
has
been
made
also
viewed
him
,
and
holloa
'd
as
he
did
so
:
"
Yoicks
,
tally
;
gone
away
!
"
The
unfortunate
man
!
"
What
the
d
–
–
–
–
are
you
roaring
at
?
"
said
Sir
William
.
"
Do
you
suppose
I
do
n't
know
where
the
fox
is
?
"
Whereupon
the
country
gentleman
retreated
,
and
became
less
conspicuous
than
he
had
been
.
Away
they
went
again
,
off
Cleshey
and
into
Thornden
parish
,
on
the
land
of
Sorrel
Farm
,
—
a
spot
well
to
be
remembered
by
one
or
two
ever
afterwards
.
Here
Sir
William
made
for
a
gate
which
took
him
a
little
out
of
the
line
,
but
Maxwell
and
Burgo
Fitzgerald
,
followed
by
Vavasor
,
went
straight
ahead
.
There
was
a
huge
ditch
and
boundary
bank
there
which
Sir
William
had
known
and
had
avoided
.
Maxwell
,
whose
pluck
had
returned
to
him
at
last
,
took
it
well
.
His
horse
was
comparatively
fresh
and
made
nothing
of
it
.
Then
came
poor
Burgo
!
Oh
,
Burgo
,
hadst
thou
not
have
been
a
very
child
,
thou
shouldst
have
known
that
now
,
at
this
time
of
the
day
,
—
after
all
that
thy
gallant
horse
had
done
for
thee
,
—
it
was
impossible
to
thee
or
him
.
But
when
did
Burgo
Fitzgerald
know
anything
?
He
rode
at
the
bank
as
though
it
had
been
the
first
fence
of
the
day
,
striking
his
poor
beast
with
his
spurs
,
as
though
muscle
,
strength
,
and
new
power
could
be
imparted
by
their
rowels
.
The
animal
rose
at
the
bank
and
in
some
way
got
upon
it
,
scrambling
as
he
struck
it
with
his
chest
,
and
then
fell
headlong
into
the
ditch
at
the
other
side
,
a
confused
mass
of
head
,
limbs
,
and
body
.
His
career
was
at
an
end
,
and
he
had
broken
his
heart
!
Poor
noble
beast
,
noble
in
vain
!
To
his
very
last
gasp
he
had
done
his
best
,
and
had
deserved
that
he
should
have
been
in
better
hands
.
His
master
's
ignorance
had
killed
him
.
There
are
men
who
never
know
how
little
a
horse
can
do
,
—
or
how
much
!
There
was
to
some
extent
a
gap
in
the
fence
when
Maxwell
had
first
ridden
it
and
Burgo
had
followed
him
;
a
gap
,
or
break
in
the
hedge
at
the
top
,
indicating
plainly
the
place
at
which
a
horse
could
best
get
over
.
To
this
spot
Vavasor
followed
,
and
was
on
the
bank
at
Burgo
's
heels
before
he
knew
what
had
happened
.
But
the
man
had
got
away
and
only
the
horse
lay
there
in
the
ditch
.
"
Are
you
hurt
?
"
said
Vavasor
;
"
can
I
do
anything
?
"
But
he
did
not
stop
,
"
If
you
can
find
a
chap
just
send
him
to
me
,
"
said
Burgo
in
a
melancholy
tone
.
Then
he
sat
down
,
with
his
feet
in
the
ditch
,
and
looked
at
the
carcase
of
his
horse
.
There
was
no
more
need
of
jumping
that
day
.
The
way
was
open
into
the
next
field
,
—
a
turnip
field
,
—
and
there
amidst
the
crisp
breaking
turnip-tops
,
with
the
breath
of
his
enemies
hot
upon
him
,
with
their
sharp
teeth
at
his
entrails
,
biting
at
them
impotently
in
the
agonies
of
his
death
struggle
,
poor
Reynard
finished
his
career
.
Maxwell
was
certainly
the
first
there
,
—
but
Sir
William
and
George
Vavasor
were
close
upon
him
.
That
taking
of
brushes
of
which
we
used
to
hear
is
a
little
out
of
fashion
;
but
if
such
honour
were
due
to
any
one
it
was
due
to
Vavasor
,
for
he
and
he
only
had
ridden
the
hunt
throughout
.
But
he
claimed
no
honour
,
and
none
was
specially
given
to
him
.
He
and
Maxwell
rode
homewards
together
,
having
sent
assistance
to
poor
Burgo
Fitzgerald
;
and
as
they
went
along
the
road
,
saying
but
little
to
each
other
,
Maxwell
,
in
a
very
indifferent
voice
,
asked
him
a
question
.
"
What
do
you
want
for
that
horse
,
Vavasor
?
"
"
A
hundred
and
fifty
,
"
said
Vavasor
.
"
He
's
mine
,
"
said
Maxwell
.
So
the
brown
horse
was
sold
for
about
half
his
value
,
because
he
had
brought
with
him
a
bad
character
.
CHAPTER
XVIII
.
Alice
Vavasor
's
Great
Relations
.
Burgo
Fitzgerald
,
of
whose
hunting
experiences
something
has
been
told
in
the
last
chapter
,
was
a
young
man
born
in
the
purple
of
the
English
aristocracy
.
He
was
related
to
half
the
dukes
in
the
kingdom
,
and
had
three
countesses
for
his
aunts
.
When
he
came
of
age
he
was
master
of
a
sufficient
fortune
to
make
it
quite
out
of
the
question
that
he
should
be
asked
to
earn
his
bread
;
and
though
that
,
and
other
windfalls
that
had
come
to
him
,
had
long
since
been
spent
,
no
one
had
ever
made
to
him
so
ridiculous
a
proposition
as
that
.
He
was
now
thirty
,
and
for
some
years
past
had
been
known
to
be
much
worse
than
penniless
;
but
still
he
lived
on
in
the
same
circles
,
still
slept
softly
and
drank
of
the
best
,
and
went
about
with
his
valet
and
his
groom
and
his
horses
,
and
fared
sumptuously
every
day
.
Some
people
said
the
countesses
did
it
for
him
,
and
some
said
that
it
was
the
dukes
;
—
while
others
,
again
,
declared
that
the
Jews
were
his
most
generous
friends
.
At
any
rate
he
still
seemed
to
live
as
he
had
always
lived
,
setting
tradesmen
at
defiance
,
and
laughing
to
scorn
all
the
rules
which
regulate
the
lives
of
other
men
.
About
eighteen
months
before
the
time
of
which
I
am
now
speaking
,
a
great
chance
had
come
in
this
young
man
's
way
,
and
he
had
almost
succeeded
in
making
himself
one
of
the
richest
men
in
England
.
There
had
been
then
a
great
heiress
in
the
land
,
on
whom
the
properties
of
half-a-dozen
ancient
families
had
concentrated
;
and
Burgo
,
who
in
spite
of
his
iniquities
still
kept
his
position
in
the
drawing-rooms
of
the
great
,
had
almost
succeeded
in
obtaining
the
hand
and
the
wealth
,
—
as
people
still
said
that
he
had
obtained
the
heart
,
—
of
the
Lady
Glencora
M'Cluskie
.
But
sundry
mighty
magnates
,
driven
almost
to
despair
at
the
prospect
of
such
a
sacrifice
,
had
sagaciously
put
their
heads
together
,
and
the
result
had
been
that
the
Lady
Glencora
had
heard
reason
.
She
had
listened
,
—
with
many
haughty
tossings
indeed
of
her
proud
little
head
,
with
many
throbbings
of
her
passionate
young
heart
;
but
in
the
end
she
listened
and
heard
reason
.
She
saw
Burgo
,
for
the
last
time
,
and
told
him
that
she
was
the
promised
bride
of
Plantagenet
Palliser
,
nephew
and
heir
of
the
Duke
of
Omnium
.
He
had
borne
it
like
a
man
,
—
never
having
groaned
openly
,
or
quivered
once
before
any
comrade
at
the
name
of
the
Lady
Glencora
.
She
had
married
Mr.
Palliser
at
St.
George
's
Square
,
and
on
the
morning
of
the
marriage
he
had
hung
about
his
club
door
in
Pall
Mall
,
listening
to
the
bells
,
and
saying
a
word
or
two
about
the
wedding
,
with
admirable
courage
.
It
had
been
for
him
a
great
chance
,
—
and
he
had
lost
it
.
Who
can
say
,
too
,
that
his
only
regret
was
for
the
money
?
He
had
spoken
once
of
it
to
a
married
sister
of
his
,
in
whose
house
he
had
first
met
Lady
Glencora
.
"
I
shall
never
marry
now
,
—
that
is
all
,
"
he
said
—
and
then
he
went
about
,
living
his
old
reckless
life
,
with
the
same
recklessness
as
ever
.
He
was
one
of
those
young
men
with
dark
hair
and
blue
eyes
,
—
who
wear
no
beard
,
and
are
certainly
among
the
handsomest
of
all
God
's
creatures
.
No
more
handsome
man
than
Burgo
Fitzgerald
lived
in
his
days
;
and
this
merit
at
any
rate
was
his
,
—
that
he
thought
nothing
of
his
own
beauty
.
But
he
lived
ever
without
conscience
,
without
purpose
,
—
with
no
idea
that
it
behoved
him
as
a
man
to
do
anything
but
eat
and
drink
,
—
or
ride
well
to
hounds
till
some
poor
brute
,
much
nobler
than
himself
,
perished
beneath
him
.
He
chiefly
concerns
our
story
at
this
present
time
because
the
Lady
Glencora
who
had
loved
him
,
—
and
would
have
married
him
had
not
those
sagacious
heads
prevented
it
,
—
was
a
cousin
of
Alice
Vavasor
's
.
She
was
among
those
very
great
relations
with
whom
Alice
was
connected
by
her
mother
's
side
,
—
being
indeed
so
near
to
Lady
Macleod
,
that
she
was
first
cousin
to
that
lady
,
only
once
removed
.
Lady
Midlothian
was
aunt
to
the
Lady
Glencora
,
and
our
Alice
might
have
called
cousins
,
and
not
been
forbidden
,
with
the
old
Lord
of
the
Isles
,
Lady
Glencora
's
father
,
—
who
was
dead
,
however
,
some
time
previous
to
that
affair
with
Burgo
,
—
and
with
the
Marquis
of
Auld
Reekie
,
who
was
Lady
Glencora
's
uncle
,
and
had
been
her
guardian
.
But
Alice
had
kept
herself
aloof
from
her
grand
relations
on
her
mother
's
side
,
choosing
rather
to
hold
herself
as
belonging
to
those
who
were
her
father
's
kindred
.
With
Lady
Glencora
,
however
,
she
had
for
a
short
time
—
for
some
week
or
ten
days
,
—
been
on
terms
of
almost
affectionate
intimacy
.
It
had
been
then
,
when
the
wayward
heiress
with
the
bright
waving
locks
had
been
most
strongly
minded
to
give
herself
and
her
wealth
to
Burgo
Fitzgerald
.
Burgo
had
had
money
dealings
with
George
Vavasor
,
and
knew
him
,
—
knew
him
intimately
,
and
had
learned
the
fact
of
his
cousinship
between
the
heiress
and
his
friend
's
cousin
.
Whereupon
in
the
agony
of
those
weeks
in
which
the
sagacious
heads
were
resisting
her
love
,
Lady
Glencora
came
to
her
cousin
in
Queen
Anne
Street
,
and
told
Alice
all
that
tale
.
"
Was
Alice
,
"
she
asked
,
"
afraid
of
the
marquises
and
the
countesses
,
or
of
all
the
rank
and
all
the
money
which
they
boasted
?
"
Alice
answered
that
she
was
not
at
all
afraid
of
them
.
"
Then
would
she
permit
Lady
Glencora
and
Burgo
to
see
each
other
in
the
drawing-room
at
Queen
Anne
Street
,
just
once
!
"
Just
once
,
—
so
that
they
might
arrange
that
little
plan
of
an
elopement
.
But
Alice
could
not
do
that
for
her
newly
found
cousin
.
She
endeavoured
to
explain
that
it
was
not
the
dignity
of
the
sagacious
heads
which
stood
in
her
way
,
but
her
woman
's
feeling
of
what
was
right
and
wrong
in
such
a
matter
.
"
Why
should
I
not
marry
him
?
"
said
Lady
Glencora
,
with
her
eyes
flashing
.
"
He
is
my
equal
.
"
Alice
explained
that
she
had
no
word
to
say
against
such
a
marriage
.
She
counselled
her
cousin
to
be
true
to
her
love
if
her
love
was
in
itself
true
.
But
she
,
an
unmarried
woman
,
who
had
hitherto
not
known
her
cousin
,
might
not
give
such
help
as
that
!
"
If
you
will
not
help
me
,
I
am
helpless
!
"
said
the
Lady
Glencora
,
and
then
she
kneeled
at
Alice
's
knees
and
threw
her
wavy
locks
abroad
on
Alice
's
lap
.
"
How
shall
I
bribe
you
?
"
said
Lady
Glencora
.
"
Next
to
him
I
will
love
you
better
than
all
the
world
.
"
But
Alice
,
though
she
kissed
the
fair
forehead
and
owned
that
such
reward
would
be
worth
much
to
her
,
could
not
take
any
bribe
for
such
a
cause
.
Then
Lady
Glencora
had
been
angry
with
her
,
calling
her
heartless
,
and
threatening
her
that
she
too
might
have
sorrow
of
her
own
and
want
assistance
.
Alice
told
nothing
of
her
own
tale
,
—
how
she
had
loved
her
cousin
and
had
been
forced
to
give
him
up
,
but
said
what
kind
words
she
could
,
and
she
of
the
waving
hair
and
light
blue
eyes
had
been
pacified
.
Then
she
had
come
again
,
—
had
come
daily
while
the
sagacious
heads
were
at
work
,
—
and
Alice
in
her
trouble
had
been
a
comfort
to
her
.
But
the
sagacious
heads
were
victorious
,
as
we
know
,
and
Lady
Glencora
M'Cluskie
became
Lady
Glencora
Palliser
with
all
the
propriety
in
the
world
,
instead
of
becoming
wife
to
poor
Burgo
,
with
all
imaginable
impropriety
.
And
then
she
wrote
a
letter
to
Alice
,
very
short
and
rather
sad
;
but
still
with
a
certain
sweetness
in
it
.
"
She
had
been
counselled
that
it
was
not
fitting
for
her
to
love
as
she
had
thought
to
love
,
and
she
had
resolved
to
give
up
her
dream
.
Her
cousin
Alice
,
she
knew
,
would
respect
her
secret
.
She
was
going
to
become
the
wife
of
the
best
man
,
she
thought
,
in
all
the
world
;
and
it
should
be
the
one
care
of
her
life
to
make
him
happy
.
"
She
said
not
a
word
in
all
her
letter
of
loving
this
newly
found
lord
.
"
She
was
to
be
married
at
once
.
Would
Alice
be
one
among
the
bevy
of
bridesmaids
who
were
to
grace
the
ceremony
?
"
Alice
wished
her
joy
heartily
,
—
"
heartily
,
"
she
said
,
but
had
declined
that
office
of
bridesmaid
.
She
did
not
wish
to
undergo
the
cold
looks
of
the
Lady
Julias
and
Lady
Janes
who
all
would
know
each
other
,
but
none
of
whom
would
know
her
.
So
she
sent
her
cousin
a
little
ring
,
and
asked
her
to
keep
it
amidst
all
the
wealthy
tribute
of
marriage
gifts
which
would
be
poured
forth
at
her
feet
.
From
that
time
to
this
present
Alice
had
heard
no
more
of
Lady
Glencora
.
She
had
been
married
late
in
the
preceding
season
and
had
gone
away
with
Mr.
Palliser
,
spending
her
honeymoon
amidst
the
softnesses
of
some
Italian
lake
.
They
had
not
returned
to
England
till
the
time
had
come
for
them
to
encounter
the
magnificent
Christmas
festivities
of
Mr.
Palliser
's
uncle
,
the
Duke
.
On
this
occasion
Gatherum
Castle
,
the
vast
palace
which
the
Duke
had
built
at
a
cost
of
nearly
a
quarter
of
a
million
,
was
opened
,
as
it
had
never
been
opened
before
;
—
for
the
Duke
's
heir
had
married
to
the
Duke
's
liking
,
and
the
Duke
was
a
man
who
could
do
such
things
handsomely
when
he
was
well
pleased
.
Then
there
had
been
a
throng
of
bridal
guests
,
and
a
succession
of
bridal
gaieties
which
had
continued
themselves
even
past
the
time
at
which
Mr.
Palliser
was
due
at
Westminster
;
—
and
Mr.
Palliser
was
a
legislator
who
served
his
country
with
the
utmost
assiduity
.
So
the
London
season
commenced
,
progressed
,
and
was
consumed
;
and
still
Alice
heard
nothing
more
of
her
friend
and
cousin
Lady
Glencora
.
But
this
had
troubled
her
not
at
all
.
A
chance
circumstance
,
the
story
of
which
she
had
told
to
no
one
,
had
given
her
a
short
intimacy
with
this
fair
child
of
the
gold
mines
,
but
she
had
felt
that
they
two
could
not
live
together
in
habits
of
much
intimacy
.
She
had
,
when
thinking
of
the
young
bride
,
only
thought
of
that
wild
love
episode
in
the
girl
's
life
.
It
had
been
strange
to
her
that
she
should
in
one
week
have
listened
to
the
most
passionate
protestations
from
her
friend
of
love
for
one
man
,
and
then
have
been
told
in
the
next
that
another
man
was
to
be
her
friend
's
husband
!
But
she
reflected
that
her
own
career
was
much
the
same
,
—
only
with
the
interval
of
some
longer
time
.
But
her
own
career
was
not
the
same
.
Glencora
had
married
Mr.
Palliser
,
—
had
married
him
without
pausing
to
doubt
;
—
but
Alice
had
gone
on
doubting
till
at
last
she
had
resolved
that
she
would
not
marry
Mr.
Grey
.
She
thought
of
this
much
in
those
days
at
Cheltenham
,
and
wondered
often
whether
Glencora
lived
with
her
husband
in
the
full
happiness
of
conjugal
love
.
One
morning
,
about
three
days
after
Mr.
Grey
's
visit
,
there
came
to
her
two
letters
,
as
to
neither
of
which
did
she
know
the
writer
by
the
handwriting
.
Lady
Macleod
had
told
her
,
—
with
some
hesitation
,
indeed
,
for
Lady
Macleod
was
afraid
of
her
,
—
but
had
told
her
,
nevertheless
,
more
than
once
,
that
those
noble
relatives
had
heard
of
the
treatment
to
which
Mr.
Grey
was
being
subjected
,
and
had
expressed
their
great
sorrow
,
—
if
not
dismay
or
almost
anger
.
Lady
Macleod
,
indeed
,
had
gone
as
far
as
she
dared
,
and
might
have
gone
further
without
any
sacrifice
of
truth
.
Lady
Midlothian
had
said
that
it
would
be
disgraceful
to
the
family
,
and
Lady
Glencora
's
aunt
,
the
Marchioness
of
Auld
Reekie
,
had
demanded
to
be
told
what
it
was
the
girl
wanted
.
When
the
letters
came
Lady
Macleod
was
not
present
,
and
I
am
disposed
to
think
that
one
of
them
had
been
written
by
concerted
arrangement
with
her
.
But
if
so
she
had
not
dared
to
watch
the
immediate
effect
of
her
own
projectile
.
This
one
was
from
Lady
Midlothian
.
Of
the
other
Lady
Macleod
certainly
knew
nothing
,
though
it
also
had
sprung
out
of
the
discussions
which
had
taken
place
as
to
Alice
's
sins
in
the
Auld
Reekie-Midlothian
set
.
This
other
letter
was
from
Lady
Glencora
.
Alice
opened
the
two
,
one
without
reading
the
other
,
very
slowly
.
Lady
Midlothian
's
was
the
first
opened
,
and
then
came
a
spot
of
anger
on
Alice
's
cheeks
as
she
saw
the
signature
,
and
caught
a
word
or
two
as
she
allowed
her
eye
to
glance
down
the
page
.
Then
she
opened
the
other
,
which
was
shorter
,
and
when
she
saw
her
cousin
's
signature
,
"
Glencora
Palliser
,
"
she
read
that
letter
first
,
—
read
it
twice
before
she
went
back
to
the
disagreeable
task
of
perusing
Lady
Midlothian
's
lecture
.
The
reader
shall
have
both
the
letters
,
but
that
from
the
Countess
shall
have
precedence
.
Castle
Reekie
,
N.B.
–
–
Oct.
186
–
–
.
My
dear
Miss
Vavasor
,
I
have
not
the
pleasure
of
knowing
you
personally
,
though
I
have
heard
of
you
very
often
from
our
dear
mutual
friend
and
relative
Lady
Macleod
,
with
whom
I
understand
that
you
are
at
present
on
a
visit
.
Your
grandmother
,
—
by
the
mother
's
side
,
—
Lady
Flora
Macleod
,
and
my
mother
the
Countess
of
Leith
,
were
half-sisters
;
and
though
circumstances
since
that
have
prevented
our
seeing
so
much
of
each
other
as
is
desirable
,
I
have
always
remembered
the
connection
,
and
have
ever
regarded
you
as
one
in
whose
welfare
I
am
bound
by
ties
of
blood
to
take
a
warm
interest
.
"
'
Since
that
!
'
—
what
does
she
mean
by
'
since
that
'
?
"
said
Alice
to
herself
.
"
She
has
never
set
eyes
on
me
at
all
.
Why
does
she
talk
of
not
having
seen
as
much
of
me
as
is
desirable
?
"
I
had
learned
with
great
gratification
that
you
were
going
to
be
married
to
a
most
worthy
gentleman
,
Mr.
John
Grey
of
Nethercoats
,
in
Cambridgeshire
.
When
I
first
heard
this
I
made
it
my
business
to
institute
some
inquiries
,
and
I
was
heartily
glad
to
find
that
your
choice
had
done
you
so
much
credit
.
[
If
the
reader
has
read
Alice
's
character
as
I
have
meant
it
should
be
read
,
it
will
thoroughly
be
understood
that
this
was
wormwood
to
her
.
]
I
was
informed
that
Mr.
Grey
is
in
every
respect
a
gentleman
,
—
that
he
is
a
man
of
most
excellent
habits
,
and
one
to
whom
any
young
woman
could
commit
her
future
happiness
with
security
,
that
his
means
are
very
good
for
his
position
,
and
that
there
was
no
possible
objection
to
such
a
marriage
.
All
this
gave
great
satisfaction
to
me
,
in
which
I
was
joined
by
the
Marchioness
of
Auld
Reekie
,
who
is
connected
with
you
almost
as
nearly
as
I
am
,
and
who
,
I
can
assure
you
,
feels
a
considerable
interest
in
your
welfare
.
I
am
staying
with
her
now
,
and
in
all
that
I
say
,
she
agrees
with
me
.
You
may
feel
then
how
dreadfully
we
were
dismayed
when
we
were
told
by
dear
Lady
Macleod
that
you
had
told
Mr.
Grey
that
you
intended
to
change
your
mind
!
My
dear
Miss
Vavasor
,
can
this
be
true
?
There
are
things
in
which
a
young
lady
has
no
right
to
change
her
mind
after
it
has
been
once
made
up
;
and
certainly
when
a
young
lady
has
accepted
a
gentleman
,
that
is
one
of
them
.
He
cannot
legally
make
you
become
his
wife
,
but
he
has
a
right
to
claim
you
before
God
and
man
.
Have
you
considered
that
he
has
probably
furnished
his
house
in
consequence
of
his
intended
marriage
,
—
and
perhaps
in
compliance
with
your
own
especial
wishes
?
[
I
think
that
Lady
Macleod
must
have
told
the
Countess
something
that
she
had
heard
about
the
garden
.
]
Have
you
reflected
that
he
has
of
course
told
all
his
friends
?
Have
you
any
reason
to
give
?
I
am
told
,
none
!
Nothing
should
ever
be
done
without
a
reason
;
much
less
such
a
thing
as
this
in
which
your
own
interests
and
,
I
may
say
,
respectability
are
involved
.
I
hope
you
will
think
of
this
before
you
persist
in
destroying
your
own
happiness
and
perhaps
that
of
a
very
worthy
man
.
I
had
heard
,
some
years
ago
,
when
you
were
much
younger
,
that
you
had
become
imprudently
attached
in
another
direction
—
with
a
gentleman
with
none
of
those
qualities
to
recommend
him
which
speak
so
highly
for
Mr.
Grey
.
It
would
grieve
me
very
much
,
as
it
would
also
the
Marchioness
,
who
in
this
matter
thinks
exactly
as
I
do
,
if
I
were
led
to
suppose
that
your
rejection
of
Mr.
Grey
had
been
caused
by
any
renewal
of
that
project
.
Nothing
,
my
dear
Miss
Vavasor
,
could
be
more
unfortunate
,
—
and
I
might
almost
add
a
stronger
word
.
I
have
been
advised
that
a
line
from
me
as
representing
your
poor
mother
's
family
,
especially
as
I
have
at
the
present
moment
the
opportunity
of
expressing
Lady
Auld
Reekie
's
sentiments
as
well
as
my
own
,
might
be
of
service
.
I
implore
you
,
my
dear
Miss
Vavasor
,
to
remember
what
you
owe
to
God
and
man
,
and
to
carry
out
an
engagement
made
by
yourself
,
that
is
in
all
respects
comme
il
faut
,
and
which
will
give
entire
satisfaction
to
your
friends
and
relatives
.
Margaret
M
.
Midlothian
.
I
think
that
Lady
Macleod
had
been
wrong
in
supposing
that
this
could
do
any
good
.
She
should
have
known
Alice
better
;
and
should
also
have
known
the
world
better
.
But
her
own
reverence
for
her
own
noble
relatives
was
so
great
that
she
could
not
understand
,
even
yet
,
that
all
such
feeling
was
wanting
to
her
niece
.
It
was
to
her
impossible
that
the
expressed
opinion
of
such
an
one
as
the
Countess
of
Midlothian
,
owning
her
relationship
and
solicitude
,
and
condescending
at
the
same
time
to
express
friendship
,
—
she
could
not
,
I
say
,
understand
that
the
voice
of
such
an
one
,
so
speaking
,
should
have
no
weight
whatever
.
But
I
think
that
she
had
been
quite
right
in
keeping
out
of
Alice
's
way
at
the
moment
of
the
arrival
of
the
letter
.
Alice
read
it
,
slowly
,
and
then
replacing
it
in
its
envelope
,
leaned
back
quietly
in
her
chair
,
—
with
her
eyes
fixed
upon
the
teapot
on
the
table
.
She
had
,
however
,
the
other
letter
on
which
to
occupy
her
mind
,
and
thus
relieve
her
from
the
effects
of
too
deep
an
animosity
against
the
Countess
.
The
Lady
Glencora
's
letter
was
as
follows
:
Matching
Priory
,
Thursday
.
Dear
Cousin
,
I
have
just
come
home
from
Scotland
,
where
they
have
been
telling
me
something
of
your
little
troubles
.
I
had
little
troubles
once
too
,
and
you
were
so
good
to
me
!
Will
you
come
to
us
here
for
a
few
weeks
?
We
shall
be
here
till
Christmas-time
,
when
we
go
somewhere
else
.
I
have
told
my
husband
that
you
are
a
great
friend
of
mine
as
well
as
a
cousin
,
and
that
he
must
be
good
to
you
.
He
is
very
quiet
,
and
works
very
hard
at
politics
;
but
I
think
you
will
like
him
.
Do
come
!
There
will
be
a
good
many
people
here
,
so
that
you
will
not
find
it
dull
.
If
you
will
name
the
day
we
will
send
the
carriage
for
you
at
Matching
Station
,
and
I
dare
say
I
can
manage
to
come
myself
.
Yours
affectionately
,
G
.
Palliser
.
P.S.
I
know
what
will
be
in
your
mind
.
You
will
say
,
why
did
not
she
come
to
me
in
London
?
She
knew
the
way
to
Queen
Anne
Street
well
enough
.
Dear
Alice
,
do
n't
say
that
.
Believe
me
,
I
had
much
to
do
and
think
of
in
London
.
And
if
I
was
wrong
,
yet
you
will
forgive
me
.
Mr.
Palliser
says
I
am
to
give
you
his
love
,
—
as
being
a
cousin
,
—
and
say
that
you
must
come
!
This
letter
was
certainly
better
than
the
other
,
but
Alice
,
on
reading
it
,
came
to
a
resolve
that
she
would
not
accept
the
invitation
.
In
the
first
place
,
even
that
allusion
to
her
little
troubles
jarred
upon
her
feelings
;
and
then
she
thought
that
her
rejection
of
Mr.
Grey
could
be
no
special
reason
why
she
should
go
to
Matching
Priory
.
Was
it
not
very
possible
that
she
had
been
invited
that
she
might
meet
Lady
Midlothian
there
,
and
encounter
all
the
strength
of
a
personal
battery
from
the
Countess
?
Lady
Glencora
's
letter
she
would
of
course
answer
,
but
to
Lady
Midlothian
she
would
not
condescend
to
make
any
reply
whatever
.
About
eleven
o'clock
Lady
Macleod
came
down
to
her
.
For
half-an-hour
or
so
Alice
said
nothing
;
nor
did
Lady
Macleod
ask
any
question
.
She
looked
inquisitively
at
Alice
,
eyeing
the
letter
which
was
lying
by
the
side
of
her
niece
's
workbasket
,
but
she
said
no
word
about
Mr.
Grey
or
the
Countess
.
At
last
Alice
spoke
.
"
Aunt
,
"
she
said
,
"
I
have
had
a
letter
this
morning
from
your
friend
,
Lady
Midlothian
.
"
"
She
is
my
cousin
,
Alice
;
and
yours
as
much
as
mine
.
"
"
Your
cousin
then
,
aunt
.
But
it
is
of
more
moment
that
she
is
your
friend
.
She
certainly
is
not
mine
,
nor
can
her
cousinship
afford
any
justification
for
her
interfering
in
my
affairs
.
"
"
Alice
,
—
from
her
position
—
"
"
Her
position
can
be
nothing
to
me
,
aunt
.
I
will
not
submit
to
it
.
There
is
her
letter
,
which
you
can
read
if
you
please
.
After
that
you
may
burn
it
.
I
need
hardly
say
that
I
shall
not
answer
it
.
"
"
And
what
am
I
to
say
to
her
,
Alice
?
"
"
Nothing
from
me
,
aunt
;
—
from
yourself
,
whatever
you
please
,
of
course
.
"
Then
there
was
silence
between
them
for
a
few
minutes
.
"
And
I
have
had
another
letter
,
from
Lady
Glencora
,
who
married
Mr.
Palliser
,
and
whom
I
knew
in
London
last
spring
.
"
"
And
has
that
offended
you
,
too
?
"
"
No
,
there
is
no
offence
in
that
.
She
asks
me
to
go
and
see
her
at
Matching
Priory
,
her
husband
's
house
;
but
I
shall
not
go
.
"
But
at
last
Alice
agreed
to
pay
this
visit
,
and
it
may
be
as
well
to
explain
here
how
she
was
brought
to
do
so
.
She
wrote
to
Lady
Glencora
,
declining
,
and
explaining
frankly
that
she
did
decline
,
because
she
thought
it
probable
that
she
might
there
meet
Lady
Midlothian
.
Lady
Midlothian
,
she
said
,
had
interfered
very
unwarrantably
in
her
affairs
,
and
she
did
not
wish
to
make
her
acquaintance
.
To
this
Lady
Glencora
replied
,
post
haste
,
that
she
had
intended
no
such
horrid
treachery
as
that
for
Alice
;
that
neither
would
Lady
Midlothian
be
there
,
nor
any
of
that
set
;
by
which
Alice
knew
that
Lady
Glencora
referred
specially
to
her
aunt
the
Marchioness
;
that
no
one
would
be
at
Matching
who
could
torment
Alice
,
either
with
right
or
without
it
,
"
except
so
far
as
I
myself
may
do
so
,
"
Lady
Glencora
said
;
and
then
she
named
an
early
day
in
November
,
at
which
she
would
herself
undertake
to
meet
Alice
at
the
Matching
Station
.
On
receipt
of
this
letter
,
Alice
,
after
two
days
'
doubt
,
accepted
the
invitation
.
CHAPTER
XIX
.
Tribute
from
Oileymead
.
Kate
Vavasor
,
in
writing
to
her
cousin
Alice
,
felt
some
little
difficulty
in
excusing
herself
for
remaining
in
Norfolk
with
Mrs.
Greenow
.
She
had
laughed
at
Mrs.
Greenow
before
she
went
to
Yarmouth
,
and
had
laughed
at
herself
for
going
there
.
And
in
all
her
letters
since
,
she
had
spoken
of
her
aunt
as
a
silly
,
vain
,
worldly
woman
,
weeping
crocodile
tears
,
for
an
old
husband
whose
death
had
released
her
from
the
tedium
of
his
company
,
and
spreading
lures
to
catch
new
lovers
.
But
yet
she
agreed
to
stay
with
her
aunt
,
and
remain
with
her
in
lodgings
at
Norwich
for
a
month
.
But
Mrs.
Greenow
had
about
her
something
more
than
Kate
had
acknowledged
when
she
first
attempted
to
read
her
aunt
's
character
.
She
was
clever
,
and
in
her
own
way
persuasive
.
She
was
very
generous
,
and
possessed
a
certain
power
of
making
herself
pleasant
to
those
around
her
.
In
asking
Kate
to
stay
with
her
she
had
so
asked
as
to
make
it
appear
that
Kate
was
to
confer
the
favour
.
She
had
told
her
niece
that
she
was
all
alone
in
the
world
.
"
I
have
money
,
"
she
had
said
,
with
more
appearance
of
true
feeling
than
Kate
had
observed
before
.
"
I
have
money
,
but
I
have
nothing
else
in
the
world
.
I
have
no
home
.
Why
should
I
not
remain
here
in
Norfolk
,
where
I
know
a
few
people
?
If
you
'll
say
that
you
'll
go
anywhere
else
with
me
,
I
'll
go
to
any
place
you
'll
name
.
"
Kate
had
believed
this
to
be
hardly
true
.
She
had
felt
sure
that
her
aunt
wished
to
remain
in
the
neighbourhood
of
her
seaside
admirers
;
but
,
nevertheless
,
she
had
yielded
,
and
at
the
end
of
October
the
two
ladies
,
with
Jeannette
,
settled
themselves
in
comfortable
lodgings
within
the
precincts
of
the
Close
at
Norwich
.
Mr.
Greenow
at
this
time
had
been
dead
very
nearly
six
months
,
but
his
widow
made
some
mistakes
in
her
dates
and
appeared
to
think
that
the
interval
had
been
longer
.
On
the
day
of
their
arrival
at
Norwich
it
was
evident
that
this
error
had
confirmed
itself
in
her
mind
.
"
Only
think
,
"
she
said
,
as
she
unpacked
a
little
miniature
of
the
departed
one
,
and
sat
with
it
for
a
moment
in
her
hands
,
as
she
pressed
her
handkerchief
to
her
eyes
,
"
only
think
,
that
it
is
barely
nine
months
since
he
was
with
me
?
"
"
Six
,
you
mean
,
aunt
,
"
said
Kate
,
unadvisedly
.
"
Only
nine
months
"
repeated
Mrs.
Greenow
,
as
though
she
had
not
heard
her
niece
.
"
Only
nine
months
!
"
After
that
Kate
attempted
to
correct
no
more
such
errors
.
"
It
happened
in
May
,
Miss
,
"
Jeannette
said
afterwards
to
Miss
Vavasor
,
"
and
that
,
as
we
reckons
,
it
will
be
just
a
twelvemonth
come
Christmas
.
"
But
Kate
paid
no
attention
to
this
.
And
Jeannette
was
very
ungrateful
,
and
certainly
should
have
indulged
herself
in
no
such
sarcasms
.
When
Mrs.
Greenow
made
a
slight
change
in
her
mourning
,
which
she
did
on
her
arrival
at
Norwich
,
using
a
little
lace
among
her
crapes
,
Jeannette
reaped
a
rich
harvest
in
gifts
of
clothes
.
Mrs.
Greenow
knew
well
enough
that
she
expected
more
from
a
servant
than
mere
service
;
—
that
she
wanted
loyalty
,
discretion
,
and
perhaps
sometimes
a
little
secrecy
;
—
and
as
she
paid
for
these
things
,
she
should
have
had
them
.
Kate
undertook
to
stay
a
month
with
her
aunt
at
Norwich
,
and
Mrs.
Greenow
undertook
that
Mr.
Cheesacre
should
declare
himself
as
Kate
's
lover
,
before
the
expiration
of
the
month
.
It
was
in
vain
that
Kate
protested
that
she
wanted
no
such
lover
,
and
that
she
would
certainly
reject
him
if
he
came
.
"
That
's
all
very
well
,
my
dear
,
"
Aunt
Greenow
would
say
.
"
A
girl
must
settle
herself
some
day
,
you
know
;
—
and
you
'd
have
it
all
your
own
way
at
Oileymead
.
"
But
the
offer
certainly
showed
much
generosity
on
the
part
of
Aunt
Greenow
,
inasmuch
as
Mr.
Cheesacre
's
attentions
were
apparently
paid
to
herself
rather
than
to
her
niece
.
Mr.
Cheesacre
was
very
attentive
.
He
had
taken
the
lodgings
in
the
Close
,
and
had
sent
over
fowls
and
cream
from
Oileymead
,
and
had
called
on
the
morning
after
their
arrival
;
but
in
all
his
attentions
he
distinguished
the
aunt
more
particularly
than
the
niece
.
"
I
am
all
for
Mr.
Cheesacre
,
Miss
,
"
said
Jeannette
once
.
"
The
Captain
is
perhaps
the
nicerer-looking
gentleman
,
and
he
ai
n't
so
podgy
like
;
but
what
's
good
looks
if
a
gentleman
has
n't
got
nothing
?
I
ca
n't
abide
anything
that
's
poor
;
neither
ca
n't
Missus
.
"
From
which
it
was
evident
that
Jeannette
gave
Miss
Vavasor
no
credit
in
having
Mr.
Cheesacre
in
her
train
.
Captain
Bellfield
was
also
at
Norwich
,
having
obtained
some
quasi-military
employment
there
in
the
matter
of
drilling
volunteers
.
Certain
capacities
in
that
line
it
may
be
supposed
that
he
possessed
,
and
,
as
his
friend
Cheesacre
said
of
him
,
he
was
going
to
earn
an
honest
penny
once
in
his
life
.
The
Captain
and
Mr.
Cheesacre
had
made
up
any
little
differences
that
had
existed
between
them
at
Yarmouth
,
and
were
close
allies
again
when
they
left
that
place
.
Some
little
compact
on
matters
of
business
must
have
been
arranged
between
them
,
—
for
the
Captain
was
in
funds
again
.
He
was
in
funds
again
through
the
liberality
of
his
friend
,
—
and
no
payment
of
former
loans
had
been
made
,
nor
had
there
been
any
speech
of
such
.
Mr.
Cheesacre
had
drawn
his
purse-strings
liberally
,
and
had
declared
that
if
all
went
well
the
hospitality
of
Oileymead
should
not
be
wanting
during
the
winter
.
Captain
Bellfield
had
nodded
his
head
and
declared
that
all
should
go
well
.
"
You
wo
n't
see
much
of
the
Captain
,
I
suppose
,
"
said
Mr.
Cheesacre
to
Mrs.
Greenow
on
the
morning
of
the
day
after
her
arrival
at
Norwich
.
He
had
come
across
the
whole
way
from
Oileymead
to
ask
her
if
she
found
herself
comfortable
,
—
and
perhaps
with
an
eye
to
the
Norwich
markets
at
the
same
time
.
He
now
wore
a
pair
of
black
riding
boots
over
his
trousers
,
and
a
round
topped
hat
,
and
looked
much
more
at
home
than
he
had
done
by
the
seaside
.
"
Not
much
,
I
dare
say
,
"
said
the
widow
.
"
He
tells
me
that
he
must
be
on
duty
ten
or
twelve
hours
a
day
.
Poor
fellow
!
"
"
It
's
a
deuced
good
thing
for
him
,
and
he
ought
to
be
very
much
obliged
to
me
for
putting
him
in
the
way
of
getting
it
.
But
he
told
me
to
tell
you
that
if
he
did
n't
call
,
you
were
not
to
be
angry
with
him
.
"
"
Oh
,
no
;
—
I
shall
remember
,
of
course
.
"
"
You
see
,
if
he
do
n't
work
now
he
must
come
to
grief
.
He
has
n't
got
a
shilling
that
he
can
call
his
own
.
"
"
Has
n't
he
really
?
"
"
Not
a
shilling
,
Mrs.
Greenow
;
—
and
then
he
's
awfully
in
debt
.
He
is
n't
a
bad
fellow
,
you
know
,
only
there
's
no
trusting
him
for
anything
.
"
Then
after
a
few
further
inquiries
that
were
almost
tender
,
and
a
promise
of
further
supplies
from
the
dairy
,
Mr.
Cheesacre
took
his
leave
,
almost
forgetting
to
ask
after
Miss
Vavasor
.
But
as
he
left
the
house
he
had
a
word
to
say
to
Jeannette
.
"
He
has
n't
been
here
,
has
he
,
Jenny
?
"
"
We
have
n't
seen
a
sight
of
him
yet
,
sir
,
—
and
I
have
thought
it
a
little
odd
.
"
Then
Mr.
Cheesacre
gave
the
girl
half-a-crown
,
and
went
his
way
.
Jeannette
,
I
think
,
must
have
forgotten
that
the
Captain
had
looked
in
after
leaving
his
military
duties
on
the
preceding
evening
.
The
Captain
's
ten
or
twelve
hours
of
daily
work
was
performed
,
no
doubt
,
at
irregular
intervals
,
—
some
days
late
and
some
days
early
,
—
for
he
might
be
seen
about
Norwich
almost
at
all
times
,
during
the
early
part
of
that
November
;
—
and
he
might
be
very
often
seen
going
into
the
Close
.
In
Norwich
there
are
two
weekly
market-days
,
but
on
those
days
the
Captain
was
no
doubt
kept
more
entirely
to
his
military
employment
,
for
at
such
times
he
never
was
seen
near
the
Close
.
Now
Mr.
Cheesacre
's
visits
to
the
town
were
generally
made
on
market-days
,
and
so
it
happened
that
they
did
not
meet
.
On
such
occasions
Mr.
Cheesacre
always
was
driven
to
Mrs.
Greenow
's
door
in
a
cab
,
—
for
he
would
come
into
town
by
railway
,
—
and
he
would
deposit
a
basket
bearing
the
rich
produce
of
his
dairy
.
It
was
in
vain
that
Mrs.
Greenow
protested
against
these
gifts
,
—
for
she
did
protest
and
declared
that
if
they
were
continued
,
they
would
be
sent
back
.
They
were
,
however
,
continued
,
and
Mrs.
Greenow
was
at
her
wits
'
end
about
them
.
Cheesacre
would
not
come
up
with
them
;
but
leaving
them
,
would
go
about
his
business
,
and
would
return
to
see
the
ladies
.
On
such
occasions
he
would
be
very
particular
in
getting
his
basket
from
Jeannette
.
As
he
did
so
he
would
generally
ask
some
question
about
the
Captain
,
and
Jeannette
would
give
him
answers
confidentially
,
—
so
that
there
was
a
strong
friendship
between
these
two
.
"
What
am
I
to
do
about
it
?
"
said
Mrs.
Greenow
,
as
Kate
came
into
the
sitting-room
one
morning
,
and
saw
on
the
table
a
small
hamper
lined
with
a
clean
cloth
.
"
It
's
as
much
as
Jeannette
has
been
able
to
carry
.
"
"
So
it
is
,
ma'am
,
—
quite
;
and
I
'm
strong
in
the
arm
,
too
,
ma'am
.
"
"
What
am
I
to
do
,
Kate
?
He
is
such
a
good
creature
.
"
"
And
he
do
admire
you
both
so
much
,
"
said
Jeannette
.
"
Of
course
I
do
n't
want
to
offend
him
for
many
reasons
,
"
said
the
aunt
,
looking
knowingly
at
her
niece
.
"
I
do
n't
know
anything
about
your
reasons
,
aunt
,
but
if
I
were
you
,
I
should
leave
the
basket
just
as
it
is
till
he
comes
in
the
afternoon
.
"
"
Would
you
mind
seeing
him
yourself
,
Kate
,
and
explaining
to
him
that
it
wo
n't
do
to
get
on
in
this
way
.
Perhaps
you
would
n't
mind
telling
him
that
if
he
'll
promise
not
to
bring
any
more
,
you
wo
n't
object
to
take
this
one
.
"
"
Indeed
,
aunt
,
I
ca
n't
do
that
.
They
're
not
brought
to
me
.
"
"
Oh
,
Kate
!
"
"
Nonsense
,
aunt
;
—
I
wo
n't
have
you
say
so
;
—
before
Jeannette
,
too
.
"
"
I
think
it
's
for
both
,
ma'am
;
I
do
indeed
.
And
there
certainly
ai
n't
any
cream
to
be
bought
like
it
in
Norwich
:
—
nor
yet
eggs
.
"
"
I
wonder
what
there
is
in
the
basket
.
"
And
the
widow
lifted
up
the
corner
of
the
cloth
.
"
I
declare
if
there
is
n't
a
turkey
poult
already
.
"
"
My
!
"
said
Jeannette
.
"
A
turkey
poult
!
Why
,
that
's
worth
ten
and
sixpence
in
the
market
if
it
's
worth
a
penny
.
"
"
It
's
out
of
the
question
that
I
should
take
upon
myself
to
say
anything
to
him
about
it
,
"
said
Kate
.
"
Upon
my
word
I
do
n't
see
why
you
should
n't
,
as
well
as
I
,
"
said
Mrs.
Greenow
.
"
I
'll
tell
you
what
,
ma'am
,
"
said
Jeannette
:
"
let
me
just
ask
him
who
they
're
for
;
—
he
'll
tell
me
anything
.
"
"
Do
n't
do
anything
of
the
kind
,
Jeannette
,
"
said
Kate
.
"
Of
course
,
aunt
,
they
're
brought
for
you
.
There
's
no
