yourservants
to
bring
it
up
?
Do
you
know
anything
about
it
?
"
'
I
told
him
the
story
as
briefly
as
I
could
.
He
was
surprised
and
attentive
.
"
Why
,
"
he
said
,
"
this
,
if
I
believed
in
a
special
Providence
,
should
be
a
decisive
intimation
that
Alice
and
I
were
made
for
one
another
.
You
grant
it
,
surely
,
Davenant
.
"
'
I
shook
my
head
.
"
There
are
coincidences
,
"
I
answered
,
"
which
have
an
evil
purport
.
I
cannot
think
,
if
you
are
unchanged
,
that
this
will
come
to
good
.
"
'
I
gave
the
order
he
suggested
.
While
we
sat
speechless
—
for
what
could
we
touch
upon
that
would
not
be
painful
?
—
awaiting
the
return
of
the
servants
with
the
picture
,
I
became
more
and
more
uneasy
lest
my
sister
should
come
in
.
And
what
was
to
be
the
end
?
On
such
a
night
I
could
not
turn
my
bitterest
enemy
from
the
door
.
Edgar
Valence
to
sleep
at
Trelingham
Court
,
the
night
after
my
father
's
funeral
!
It
was
strange
,
it
was
most
undesirable
,
yet
I
saw
no
way
out
of
it
.
I
could
not
help
asking
him
,
"
How
long
have
you
been
in
England
?
My
father
's
death
was
announced
six
days
ago
.
"
"
'
Very
likely
,
"
he
replied
;
"
I
landed
at
Plymouth
that
very
day
,
and
came
with
the
utmost
speed
hither
.
At
first
I
thought
of
preparing
you
for
my
arrival
.
But
you
might
have
declined
seeing
me
,
and
I
judged
it
better
to
take
you
by
surprise
and
trust
to
the
generous
impulses
"
—
he
spoke
with
frank
courtesy
;
how
winning
I
used
to
think
it
!
—
"
which
have
always
seemed
to
me
inherent
in
the
family
of
Trelingham
.
I
saw
no
one
—
I
was
not
aware
of
your
father
's
illness
,
much
less
of
what
has
happened
.
"
'
The
men
were
coming
in
slowly
with
their
burden
.
I
could
not
but
think
,
as
the
door
opened
,
of
another
and
a
sad
burden
that
had
been
carried
out
yesterday
.
I
would
not
have
them
stay
in
the
hall
,
or
go
up
to
the
picture-gallery
;
and
the
tall
package
was
set
up
against
a
bookcase
in
my
study
.
Lamps
were
kindled
,
and
Valence
and
I
,
with
equal
agitation
,
tore
off
the
coverings
,
and
the
Madonna
of
San
Lucar
broke
upon
my
view
.
At
first
,
like
Valence
,
I
saw
nothing
of
the
accessories
which
are
all
that
is
now
left
of
the
painting
.
It
was
the
face
I
sought
;
and
oh
!
how
strangely
it
resembled
Alice
when
she
was
yet
untouched
by
grief
and
all
her
thoughts
were
of
the
innocent
home
in
which
she
had
been
brought
up
,
or
of
the
heavenly
world
that
religion
unfolded
to
her
.
I
gazed
and
gazed
.
Can
you
realise
what
it
is
to
have
the
dead
beautiful
past
resuscitated
,
as
at
a
stroke
—
the
past
,
which
you
deemed
irrevocable
?
I
felt
pity
and
deep
regret
,
and
a
kind
of
protest
that
these
things
should
be
—
a
young
life
faded
and
marriage
impossible
.
The
fate
of
Alice
,
of
Edgar
Valence
himself
,
scarred
and
maimed
as
he
came
before
me
,
our
friendship
turned
to
estrangement
—
it
was
too
much
.
I
knew
not
how
to
speak
,
or
what
to
do
;
and
when
Valence
,
laying
his
hand
on
my
shoulder
,
said
,
"
Do
you
think
I
can
live
without
seeing
her
?
—
have
pity
on
me
,
"
I
could
only
reply
that
in
the
morning
they
should
meet
,
and
then
—
then
,
if
she
held
to
her
promise
,
I
would
do
all
that
a
brother
should
.
'
On
this
understanding
we
parted
for
the
night
.
I
went
to
my
own
chamber
,
he
to
his
,
but
there
was
no
sleep
for
either
of
us
.
How
was
I
to
reconcile
my
father
's
wishes
and
the
honour
of
a
family
which
had
ever
been
true
to
Church
and
King
,
with
the
opinions
,
the
character
,
the
inclinations
of
Valence
?
Lord
Trelingham
,
it
is
true
,
had
exacted
no
promise
from
me
;
and
my
sister
,
though
not
of
age
,
wanted
so
few
months
of
it
that
to
all
intents
she
might
be
deemed
her
own
mistress
.
But
the
very
existence
of
our
house
was
at
stake
.
Who
could
say
that
the
succession
to
name
and
property
would
not
pass
to
my
sister
's
issue
?
There
was
no
other
relative
but
a
distant
cousin
,
and
he
unmarried
,
and
what
if
her
children
were
brought
up
atheists
and
democrats
?
I
shuddered
at
the
thought
,
and
my
former
resolution
shone
out
in
the
clearest
light
of
reason
as
of
religious
duty
.
But
,
on
the
other
side
,
was
my
sister
's
happiness
,
perhaps
her
life
.
'
With
the
morning
came
another
anxiety
.
How
was
I
to
prepare
Alice
for
the
surprise
,
the
tumultuous
joy
,
that
she
would
undoubtedly
feel
,
and
for
all
the
momentous
issues
that
hung
upon
the
next
few
hours
!
Her
feeble
health
,
endangered
by
mental
anguish
so
long
endured
,
would
give
way
under
this
new
strain
were
she
to
meet
it
without
warning
.
I
hastened
to
Valence
's
room
.
He
was
already
dressed
,
and
his
fatigued
look
showed
me
that
he
had
slept
as
little
as
I
.
In
a
few
words
I
begged
him
to
wait
upstairs
till
I
sent
for
him
.
He
understood
and
made
no
demur
.
I
inquired
after
Lady
Alice
,
and
was
told
that
she
was
too
weak
to
come
down
to
the
breakfast-room
.
I
now
sent
her
a
message
requesting
her
to
meet
me
in
the
picture-gallery
at
half-past
ten
.
There
was
no
time
to
lose
.
Summoning
a
skilful
workman
and
a
couple
of
servants
to
help
him
,
I
ordered
the
Madonna
of
San
Lucar
to
be
conveyed
noiselessly
to
its
destined
place
among
the
family
portraits
,
and
fixed
with
the
utmost
expedition
.
My
directions
were
carried
out
.
When
the
appointed
hour
came
the
picture
was
hanging
on
the
wall
,
and
the
dark
curtain
which
had
so
long
marked
its
absence
alone
concealed
it
from
view
.
My
sister
entered
the
gallery
,
and
came
to
me
looking
weary
and
distracted
.
I
took
her
by
the
hand
,
asked
her
an
indifferent
question
or
two
,
and
led
her
to
speak
of
her
own
feelings
.
When
we
had
reached
the
spot
where
I
am
now
telling
this
story
I
induced
her
to
sit
down
,
and
continued
the
conversation
till
,
in
a
pause
I
intentionally
made
,
she
looked
round
and
saw
that
the
curtain
did
not
hang
as
usual
.
She
looked
again
steadfastly
,
and
with
agitated
voice
and
manner
asked
me
what
was
behind
it
.
I
answered
as
lightly
as
I
could
,
"
Do
you
think
Lady
Elizabeth
's
portrait
is
there
?
"
Quicker
than
thought
she
divined
my
meaning
;
her
hand
was
on
the
curtain
,
she
drew
it
aside
,
and
,
sinking
on
her
knees
,
exclaimed
,
"
He
is
come
;
Edgar
is
come
.
Oh
,
God
be
thanked
!
"
She
gave
way
to
a
burst
of
weeping
,
which
I
thought
it
prudent
to
indulge
,
saying
,
when
she
was
grown
calmer
,
"
Alice
,
do
you
think
you
can
bear
to
see
him
?
"
What
an
expression
was
on
her
countenance
as
she
rose
up
and
faced
me
!
"
Have
I
lived
,
"
she
cried
,
"
for
anything
else
?
"
The
colour
came
into
her
cheeks
while
she
spoke
,
and
her
breathing
was
like
that
of
a
fever-patient
,
short
and
difficult
.
She
almost
fell
back
into
her
chair
,
but
recovering
,
bade
me
tell
Valence
that
she
would
see
him
here
and
now
.
I
did
not
venture
to
leave
her
alone
.
I
rang
for
a
servant
,
and
gave
him
the
message
that
Valence
had
been
all
these
hours
expecting
in
his
room
upstairs
.
A
step
was
heard
coming
down
,
a
slow
but
determined
step
,
which
we
hardly
knew
.
I
motioned
Alice
to
sit
still
,
and
went
to
the
door
;
but
no
sooner
had
Valence
appeared
than
my
sister
flew
to
him
,
and
they
were
clinging
to
one
another
in
a
long
embrace
.
I
moved
away
towards
the
new-found
portrait
of
Lady
Elizabeth
;
the
same
feeling
which
had
inspired
me
seemed
to
take
hold
of
them
,
and
we
found
ourselves
,
for
the
first
and
last
time
in
our
lives
,
united
before
the
Madonna
of
San
Lucar
.
'
The
first
and
last
!
One
happy
moment
we
had
,
and
then
the
struggle
began
again
—
if
struggle
it
could
be
called
,
which
was
all
on
my
side
and
most
unwilling
.
I
knew
that
whenever
Alice
should
perceive
the
physical
helplessness
to
which
Valence
was
reduced
,
the
argument
for
affection
would
be
strengthened
a
thousand-fold
.
It
was
pretty
and
exceedingly
touching
to
witness
how
,
on
observing
his
scarred
forehead
,
she
clung
to
him
more
closely
,
looking
at
him
again
and
again
with
a
sort
of
motherly
tenderness
.
Her
tears
flowed
silently
,
but
she
smiled
,
and
,
in
more
cheerful
tones
than
I
had
heard
for
many
months
,
she
exclaimed
,
"
Well
,
brother
,
you
see
that
all
is
clear
now
.
I
cannot
leave
this
poor
Edgar
.
He
has
waited
and
suffered
,
and
he
has
my
promise
.
Poor
Edgar
!
"
And
she
fondly
repeated
the
words
as
if
caressing
a
child
.
I
was
overcome
,
but
not
wholly
.
Valence
,
still
encircling
her
with
his
arm
,
said
to
me
,
"
Davenant
,
love
is
stronger
than
death
,
"
and
he
gave
me
a
half-mocking
,
half-melancholy
smile
.
I
will
not
relate
the
discussion
that
followed
.
On
my
sister
it
was
impossible
to
make
an
impression
;
but
from
Valence
I
demanded
a
solemn
engagement
that
he
would
bring
up
his
children
in
their
ancestral
faith
,
and
allow
me
,
or
some
one
whom
he
might
name
,
to
be
their
guardian
.
Alice
kept
her
eyes
fixed
on
him
,
and
I
question
whether
she
comprehended
a
syllable
of
our
dispute
.
It
was
in
vain
.
At
last
I
reminded
Valence
of
the
dignities
inseparable
from
the
House
of
Trelingham
,
which
it
was
my
bounden
duty
to
preserve
unimpaired
.
"
And
do
you
think
,
"
he
answered
,
"
that
I
believe
more
in
your
titles
and
laws
of
inheritance
than
I
do
in
you
traditional
religion
?
What
an
idiot
I
should
be
!
No
,
Davenant
;
when
your
sister
accepts
my
hand
she
breaks
,
I
do
not
say
with
the
affection
of
her
kindred
,
but
with
the
delusive
greatness
they
call
theirs
.
She
will
be
no
longer
Lady
Alice
;
and
you
may
rely
upon
it
,
no
child
of
mine
will
claim
the
title
or
estates
,
or
will
touch
a
stiver
belonging
to
the
House
of
Trelingham
.
I
have
enough
to
live
upon
;
and
if
I
had
not
,
a
man
can
earn
his
bread
.
With
your
sister
's
beliefs
I
do
not
interfere
;
it
is
too
late
,
and
she
could
renounce
them
only
to
be
unhappy
.
But
these
things
,
"
he
went
on
,
looking
scornfully
round
the
gallery
and
waving
his
hand
towards
the
long
line
of
pictures
,
"
I
think
she
will
give
up
these
without
shedding
tears
over
them
.
Will
you
not
,
darling
?
"
'
Her
only
answer
was
to
hide
her
face
in
his
bosom
.
I
could
say
no
more
.
I
turned
and
went
in
silence
out
of
the
gallery
.
I
knew
not
with
which
of
them
I
felt
the
more
indignant
.
Both
were
obstinate
,
perverse
,
unreasonable
.
The
rest
of
the
day
I
spent
among
my
books
.
At
dinner
Lady
Alice
informed
me
that
Valence
was
gone
,
but
I
made
no
remark
.
During
the
few
weeks
she
remained
at
Trelingham
we
met
as
seldom
as
possible
.
A
month
later
she
went
away
.
The
Times
announced
,
in
regular
form
,
that
Colonel
Edgar
Valence
and
Lady
Alice
Davenant
were
married
at
a
London
church
,
and
from
that
hour
my
sister
was
lost
to
me
.
Her
I
never
beheld
again
;
but
her
tomb
—
you
may
see
it
beside
my
father
's
in
Trelingham
churchyard
.
There
Colonel
Valence
had
her
interred
,
I
know
not
in
what
year
,
for
I
was
abroad
and
we
never
exchanged
a
line
,
but
it
must
be
eight
and
twenty
years
ago
,
before
my
daughter
was
born
.
Whether
they
had
any
children
,
how
they
lived
,
or
in
what
way
my
poor
sister
died
,
I
could
never
learn
.
'
CHAPTER
VI
THERE
GLOOM
THE
DARK
BROAD
SEAS
The
Earl
's
emotion
in
concluding
his
narrative
made
the
last
sentence
almost
inaudible
.
Glanville
would
have
liked
to
inquire
whether
Colonel
Valence
was
still
living
,
and
in
what
part
of
the
world
.
But
he
refrained
,
seeing
how
deeply
Lord
Trelingham
was
moved
.
After
some
time
,
the
latter
said
,
with
an
effort
,
'
That
is
the
story
,
and
now
what
plan
do
you
suggest
?
How
are
we
to
deal
with
the
picture
?
'
'
It
is
almost
impossible
to
say
,
'
he
replied
.
'
Were
it
merely
a
question
of
painting
,
I
could
perhaps
,
on
my
own
judgment
,
attempt
to
restore
the
general
effect
,
if
Lady
May
would
kindly
sit
to
me
for
the
Madonna
.
Peculiar
as
the
style
is
,
I
might
do
something
.
But
to
restore
the
canvas
I
must
call
in
a
friend
who
is
more
at
home
in
the
miraculous
.
I
mentioned
him
last
night
,
Lady
May
.
He
has
a
bizarre
sort
of
name
—
Ivor
Mardol
.
'
'
Oh
,
that
is
Ivor
Mardol
,
'
replied
the
lady
;
'
well
,
call
him
in
.
My
father
is
not
likely
to
object
.
'
'
No
,
I
am
sure
,
'
said
Glanville
;
'
but
my
friend
—
I
should
find
it
hard
to
describe
him
.
It
is
his
pleasure
not
to
be
clothed
in
soft
garments
nor
to
dwell
in
kings
'
houses
.
He
is
extremely
unconventional
,
and
being
in
manners
and
education
far
more
than
a
workman
,
and
refusing
to
be
called
a
gentleman
,
it
would
be
no
easy
task
to
find
,
in
a
house
like
this
,
the
niche
that
would
suit
him
.
'
'
What
is
he
then
by
profession
?
'
inquired
Lord
Trelingham
.
'
An
engraver
,
'
replied
Glanville
;
'
but
he
works
for
himself
,
not
for
a
firm
or
a
newspaper
.
He
is
well
enough
off
;
lives
in
his
own
little
house
in
a
street
near
Charing
Cross
,
which
he
has
made
as
quaint
and
suggestive
of
the
artistic
life
as
any
workshop
in
the
time
of
Quentin
Matsys
or
Albert
Dürer
;
and
is
,
in
short
,
a
quiet
,
large-minded
,
quick-eyed
young
man
,
acquainted
not
only
with
his
own
branch
of
study
,
but
with
painting
and
painters
,
and
the
history
of
art
since
the
Egyptians
,
if
they
began
it
.
He
will
sometimes
condescend
to
stay
with
me
,
though
seldom
.
He
lives
in
his
work
and
the
studies
to
which
it
leads
him
.
Odd
and
out-of-the-way
society
he
likes
,
and
has
friends
very
low
down
in
the
depths
.
I
should
think
he
has
never
seen
the
inside
of
a
drawing-room
,
except
in
a
picture
.
'
'
What
a
delightfully
fresh
being
you
describe
!
'
said
Lady
May
;
'
you
must
persuade
him
to
come
to
us
.
We
will
excuse
him
from
attendance
in
the
drawing-room
.
We
will
fit
him
up
a
hermitage
in
the
Park
,
or
assign
him
a
lodging
in
the
tower
.
But
he
must
come
to
us
,
though
we
should
have
to
employ
stratagem
.
'
'
My
dear
May
,
'
said
the
Earl
,
'
you
let
your
fancies
run
away
with
you
.
Of
course
,
if
Mr.
Glanville
thinks
his
friend
would
come
,
and
that
his
knowledge
could
help
us
to
restore
Lady
Elizabeth
's
portrait
,
there
could
be
no
difficult
in
letting
him
follow
his
own
way
of
life
while
staying
here
.
'
'
What
I
was
thinking
,
'
said
Glanville
,
'
is
,
that
if
he
saw
the
Madonna
he
could
tell
us
whether
a
replica
of
it
is
anywhere
to
be
met
.
Or
,
indeed
,
without
seeing
it
he
might
.
On
the
other
hand
,
should
it
be
necessary
to
attempt
its
restoration
,
I
could
have
no
more
skilful
assistant
.
The
one
thing
for
which
I
should
,
in
that
case
,
stipulate
,
would
be
,
as
you
kindly
say
,
Lord
Trelingham
,
that
he
might
be
suffered
to
live
in
his
own
way
.
'
'
But
there
is
really
a
hermitage
in
the
Park
,
'
said
Lady
May
;
'
an
attempt
at
an
Alpine
cottage
,
just
large
enough
to
hold
one
person
and
his
brushes
,
if
he
happened
to
be
an
artist
.
It
stands
on
an
islet
in
the
river
,
screened
from
observation
by
wooded
heights
,
and
is
off
the
paths
in
the
Chase
.
It
is
not
far
either
.
'
'
That
sounds
enticing
,
'
said
Glanville
.
'
I
cannot
see
my
way
without
Ivor
Mardol
;
and
,
if
your
lordship
agrees
'
—
he
turned
to
Lord
Trelingham
—
'
I
will
acquaint
him
with
the
proposal
.
'
'
By
all
means
,
'
said
the
Earl
.
'
And
he
shall
have
the
Hermitage
,
'
said
Lady
May
,
'
and
as
much
solitude
as
he
chooses
.
'
'
I
cannot
be
sure
,
'
said
Glanville
thoughtfully
,
'
that
you
will
like
him
;
description
goes
for
so
little
.
He
is
bright
,
unworldly
spirit
,
but
reserved
to
excess
when
not
among
intimate
friends
.
'
'
Is
he
married
?
'
inquired
the
lady
.
'
Not
that
I
am
aware
,
'
said
Glanville
,
with
a
smile
;
'
but
that
is
one
of
the
points
on
which
he
would
be
most
reserved
,
if
the
whim
seized
him
.
I
know
nothing
of
his
relations
or
surroundings
beyond
what
I
see
.
Nor
,
though
we
have
been
friends
since
we
were
at
school
,
has
he
uttered
a
syllable
respecting
them
.
However
,
personal
talk
was
never
a
characteristic
of
Ivor
Mardol
.
His
mind
is
given
elsewhere
.
For
a
man
not
yet
thirty
,
he
is
marvellously
staid
and
self-contained
.
'
'
You
describe
an
interesting
,
almost
a
romantic
personage
,
'
said
Lady
May
.
'
We
must
hope
he
will
not
be
deaf
to
your
persuasions
.
'
And
so
the
matter
dropped
.
Nothing
more
could
be
done
till
the
'
almost
romantic
personage
'
had
been
consulted
.
The
portrait
of
Lady
Elizabeth
was
taken
away
.
In
its
stead
,
the
curtain
which
had
hung
there
before
was
put
up
for
the
time
being
;
and
when
Tom
Davenant
came
from
his
equine
studies
,
he
found
that
his
strong
arm
was
not
to
be
called
into
requisition
,
but
only
the
brains
of
Ivor
Mardol
,
described
as
'
something
between
a
workman
and
a
gentleman
.
'
Tom
lifted
his
eyebrows
slightly
.
'
What
kind
of
cross
is
that
?
'
he
inquired
of
the
Earl
.
'
I
do
n't
think
those
half-breeds
usually
turn
out
well
.
'
But
I
must
do
him
the
justice
to
remark
that
he
spoke
in
a
professional
and
abstract
point
of
view
,
and
not
with
contempt
for
the
'
half-breed
.
'
Tom
despised
nobody
.
But
he
liked
the
distinction
of
races
to
be
kept
.
As
he
said
now
and
then
with
the
succinct
wisdom
which
sat
so
well
upon
him
,
'
You
ca
n't
get
an
Arab
out
of
a
cart-horse
.
'
I
have
no
intention
of
chronicling
the
luncheons
and
dinners
that
were
eaten
at
Trelingham
during
those
eventful
days
.
My
reader
must
imagine
them
,
with
the
dull
or
brilliant
conversation
which
served
as
their
intellectual
garnish
;
and
he
may
as
well
,
at
the
same
time
,
picture
to
himself
the
amusements
or
occupations
—
it
was
not
always
easy
to
distinguish
between
them
—
which
filled
up
the
intervals
.
The
story
I
have
in
hand
does
not
concern
itself
a
great
deal
with
eating
and
drinking
,
nor
much
with
the
amusements
of
the
great
world
;
though
,
doubtless
,
it
was
entangled
in
all
these
threads
of
the
earthly
life
.
Suppose
,
then
,
luncheon
over
,
and
Glanville
bent
on
a
lonely
walk
by
the
sea
,
in
spite
of
the
rainclouds
and
an
occasional
downpour
.
He
took
a
delight
in
wild
weather
,
and
found
it
inspiring
;
nor
did
it
bring
to
his
mind
melancholy
visions
,
sad
landscapes
,
or
the
gloomy
uncomfortable
forebodings
which
seemed
in
Lady
May
to
be
its
accompaniment
.
He
liked
to
live
within
himself
,
as
he
phrased
it
;
and
he
was
never
more
so
than
when
the
sky
lowered
overhead
,
and
the
sullen
or
defiant
roar
of
the
waters
came
,
as
now
,
like
a
deafening
thunder
all
round
him
.
Imagine
him
sauntering
along
the
shingly
beach
.
What
had
been
told
in
the
picture-gallery
did
not
keep
its
grasp
on
his
fancy
down
here
;
it
served
merely
as
an
occasion
to
dream
and
muse
,
exciting
him
as
a
volume
of
Spanish
ballads
might
have
done
,
with
their
lingering
assonance
,
their
fine
heroic
clangour
,
and
undercurrent
of
love
,
disastrous
or
fortunate
.
He
thought
of
Lady
May
,
of
the
Earl
,
of
Lady
Alice
,
much
as
you
or
I
might
have
thought
of
them
after
hearing
the
story
—
with
interest
,
and
some
degree
of
wonder
that
so
romantic
an
incident
should
have
come
athwart
the
monotonous
course
of
the
Earl
's
life
;
but
he
felt
no
deeper
emotion
.
Did
he
not
stand
outside
their
circle
?
When
he
had
restored
the
wrecked
portrait
and
painted
the
dining-hall
,
he
should
lose
sight
of
Trelingham
,
and
the
days
he
was
now
beginning
would
roll
up
like
a
scroll
.
He
had
touched
upon
many
another
circle
,
come
into
the
lives
of
old
and
young
,
and
gone
out
of
them
again
.
'
What
a
lonely
fellow
I
am
!
'
he
said
to
himself
.
'
But
for
Ivor
,
I
should
not
have
a
friend
,
to
call
a
friend
,
in
the
world
.
'
It
was
this
,
perhaps
,
that
drew
them
together
.
Ivor
seemed
to
be
cut
off
from
the
sweet
companionship
of
home
,
and
a
solitary
from
childhood
,
much
liked
,
successful
in
his
work
,
but
still
—
alone
.
'
And
I
am
alone
,
too
,
'
repeated
Glanville
.
His
parents
had
died
when
he
was
just
beginning
to
know
them
;
the
guardian
of
his
moderate
estate
had
been
a
man
of
law
,
highly
conscientious
and
careful
,
but
at
no
time
capable
of
winning
his
ward
's
confidence
,
and
now
himself
gone
the
way
of
all
flesh
.
He
stood
there
,
the
centre
of
his
own
universe
,
solitary
but
for
Ivor
.
Thinking
thus
,
the
old
schooldays
came
back
to
him
,
that
careless
dreamy
time
when
human
nature
is
making
the
first
trial
of
itself
,
and
a
boy
looks
on
at
his
own
deeds
and
ripening
qualities
with
as
little
concern
as
though
they
belonged
to
a
stranger
,
yet
is
liable
to
deep
and
sudden
passion
,
to
fits
of
melancholy
and
of
longing
,
to
pain
and
disquietude
,
which
sometimes
leave
their
mark
on
him
for
life
.
He
remembered
the
springing
up
of
this
friendship
,
fast
as
Jonah
's
gourd
;
how
it
seemed
perfect
in
an
hour
and
had
continued
ever
since
.
They
say
that
only
school
friendships
last
.
It
may
be
so
.
At
any
rate
,
here
was
an
exchange
of
mind
,
heart
,
imagination
,
of
feelings
and
experience
,
that
had
resulted
in
steadfast
devotion
and
an
almost
passionate
rivalry
of
good
offices
.
Rupert
Glanville
was
proud
of
the
ancient
Norse
blood
that
ran
in
his
veins
;
and
the
name
of
Ivor
Mardol
suggested
a
kindred
other
than
English
.
Both
these
young
men
,
however
,
combined
a
high
degree
of
reserve
and
stern
silence
with
a
frankness
of
sentiment
which
,
among
Englishmen
,
is
seldom
exhibited
—
unless
in
moods
that
express
contempt
or
anger
.
The
explanation
perhaps
lay
in
this
,
that
they
were
both
,
though
by
no
means
after
the
same
fashion
,
artists
.
Neither
of
them
took
up
the
instruments
of
his
calling
as
a
drudgery
,
but
in
obedience
to
an
instinct
,
and
as
a
lifelong
dedication
which
no
success
or
increase
of
fortune
would
lead
him
to
renounce
.
Brilliant
,
sociable
,
and
,
in
a
measure
,
volatile
,
Rupert
had
yet
never
declined
the
hard
work
of
the
studio
.
His
own
lightness
of
disposition
led
him
to
admire
his
friend
's
patient
philosophy
,
wide
learning
,
and
easy
waving
aside
of
the
world
's
good
gifts
.
Rupert
had
a
poetic
fancy
and
a
heart
which
,
in
his
secret
musings
,
he
confessed
was
too
liable
to
momentary
conflagrations
.
He
used
to
say
jestingly
that
he
went
to
his
philosopher
to
have
the
fire
put
out
.
For
Mardol
,
like
many
gentle
persons
,
had
in
his
nature
a
fund
of
austerity
.
He
was
tenderhearted
,
but
his
principles
were
severe
,
and
he
sometimes
unwittingly
manifested
a
rigour
of
judgment
before
which
Glanville
,
though
not
deeply
tarred
,
like
so
many
young
men
,
with
the
brush
of
worldliness
,
was
fain
to
keep
back
certain
of
his
own
frivolities
.
Except
for
this
perhaps
venial
offence
against
friendship
,
he
was
loyalty
itself
.
The
splendid
success
he
had
achieved
in
the
last
three
years
neither
corrupted
his
heart
nor
dazzled
his
understanding
.
He
had
met
none
to
compare
with
his
schoolboy-friend
,
and
their
attachment
was
never
so
strong
as
when
he
thought
of
persuading
Ivor
to
join
him
at
Trelingham
.
He
wandered
to
and
fro
on
the
beach
considering
it
.
His
letter
of
invitation
was
not
yet
written
;
indeed
,
he
had
chosen
this
solitary
promenade
to
shape
its
contents
.
The
hermitage
and
Ivor
Mardol
living
there
on
fruit
and
milk
,
brought
him
every
morning
by
a
rustic
attendant
,
with
the
glades
of
Trelingham
Chase
for
his
outlook
,
made
a
pretty
picture
.
But
to
enjoy
such
solitude
,
in
the
neighbourhood
of
the
friends
who
had
bestowed
it
on
him
,
was
possible
only
to
a
diseased
egoist
,
and
Mardol
was
by
no
means
that
.
If
he
came
,
he
would
wish
to
acknowledge
their
kindness
in
a
becoming
spirit
;
and
could
he
be
at
ease
or
bring
out
his
rare
gifts
in
this
too
polished
society
?
Would
he
feel
at
home
?
Glanville
was
not
selfish
.
He
weighed
these
things
in
the
balance
.
But
,
again
,
to
have
his
dearest
friend
with
him
!
And
why
should
Ivor
,
in
his
proud
shyness
,
or
whatever
it
might
be
termed
,
deny
himself
the
pleasure
of
associating
with
men
and
women
from
whom
,
the
moment
he
was
really
known
to
them
,
he
would
receive
an
enthusiastic
welcome
?
He
must
be
entreated
to
come
in
the
name
of
their
friendship
;
for
his
own
good
he
must
be
taken
in
the
silken
snare
.
He
could
not
go
on
for
ever
being
a
recluse
and
an
outcast
from
his
natural
surroundings
.
He
had
been
so
too
long
.
It
was
all
very
well
to
begin
with
a
healthy
scorn
of
drawing-rooms
and
conventionalities
—
nay
,
to
keep
a
little
of
it
for
future
occasions
;
but
more
than
this
was
cynicism
,
was
not
defensible
in
the
eyes
of
reason
,
and
was
heroic
on
the
wrong
side
altogether
.
Thus
far
did
Glanville
proceed
in
his
meditation
while
the
wind
kept
driving
in
the
waves
about
his
feet
,
and
the
flying
scud
ran
across
the
sky
,
making
a
chequer
of
light
and
dark
at
once
fantastic
and
impressive
.
Not
another
human
being
was
in
view
.
Hither
and
thither
went
sea-birds
on
the
wing
,
shrieking
out
their
thin
music
,
now
dipping
into
the
foam
with
careless
plunge
,
and
now
sweeping
hastily
by
him
to
lose
themselves
in
the
clouds
.
There
was
no
boat
on
the
nearer
waters
;
far
out
on
the
horizon
he
seemed
to
descry
a
vessel
that
loomed
up
while
he
gazed
and
sank
out
of
sight
again
,
giving
him
the
most
vivid
notion
he
had
ever
conceived
of
a
tossing
sea
and
an
impending
shipwreck
.
He
knew
the
coast
was
ironbound
and
perilous
;
immediately
below
the
reach
of
sand
and
shingles
he
was
treading
a
line
of
sunken
rocks
was
indicated
by
the
foaming
and
wind-beaten
surge
.
But
the
rain
came
on
harder
;
it
was
growing
late
;
and
he
must
return
to
the
Court
if
he
would
not
lose
the
London
post
,
which
left
nearly
two
hours
before
dinner
.
He
had
come
down
by
a
long
winding
path
;
but
there
was
a
shorter
way
through
the
churchyard
.
He
would
take
that
.
Shorter
it
may
have
been
;
steeper
it
undoubtedly
proved
.
Glanville
,
in
the
words
of
the
Pilgrim
's
Progress
,
'
fell
from
running
to
going
,
and
from
going
to
clambering
,
'
while
he
attempted
to
guide
his
steps
over
the
huge
stones
,
with
slippery
tracts
of
grass
and
prickly
heather
between
them
,
which
composed
the
main
part
of
the
ascent
.
He
was
soon
out
of
breath
,
and
paused
to
take
in
a
fresh
supply
,
and
look
round
on
the
view
to
which
he
had
turned
his
back
,
for
,
like
a
true
artist
,
he
regretted
leaving
it
.
The
scene
was
unutterably
grand
.
A
strange
,
cold
light
was
coming
over
shore
and
ocean
,
bringing
out
to
their
smallest
detail
the
crests
of
the
waves
,
the
shining
sands
,
the
fringe
of
rocks
to
right
and
left
,
and
the
runlets
in
the
heathery
sides
of
the
steep
he
had
been
climbing
.
Between
the
spectator
and
the
horizon
all
save
this
narrow
strip
was
raging
sea
.
On
the
utmost
verge
he
could
still
descry
the
great
ship
struggling
with
the
waves
;
but
while
he
looked
,
it
was
gone
.
The
rain
drove
heavily
into
his
face
;
and
he
turned
agian
and
passed
up
into
the
churchyard
,
of
which
,
in
the
sudden
exchange
of
daylight
for
dark
,
he
could
not
for
a
moment
so
much
as
discern
the
outlines
.
It
was
,
in
fact
,
lying
under
the
shadow
of
a
thundercloud
that
seemed
to
be
gradually
sweeping
down
upon
the
enclosure
,
which
,
marked
by
a
hedge
of
loose
stones
,
was
the
cemetery
of
the
parish
.
In
the
blinding
storm
Glanville
stumbled
along
,
endeavouring
to
gain
at
least
the
antique
porch
,
where
he
hoped
there
might
be
shelter
from
the
rain
and
wind
.
It
was
utterly
dark
when
he
reached
it
;
the
church-doors
were
fastened
;
and
,
wet
to
the
skin
and
almost
repenting
his
afternoon
ramble
,
he
sat
down
on
one
of
the
stone
seats
which
,
in
accordance
with
some
forgotten
point
of
ritual
,
were
on
each
side
of
the
dim
recess
.
But
he
could
not
rest
there
long
.
He
must
stand
up
and
gaze
out
once
more
upon
the
tempest
,
although
to
do
so
he
had
to
shield
his
eyes
from
the
mingled
dust
and
foam
that
came
driving
in
with
the
rain
as
it
blew
off
the
sea
.
A
flash
of
lightning
followed
by
the
rattle
of
thunder
overhead
warned
him
that
he
was
not
in
a
very
safe
situation
.
He
tried
the
door
again
,
but
it
would
not
yield
.
Visibly
the
gloom
of
a
thunderous
atmosphere
deepened
over
the
churchyard
;
a
mist
of
rain
seemed
to
cover
the
ancient
mounds
of
the
dead
;
and
the
solemn
yews
stood
here
and
there
like
uncanny
apparitions
in
a
dream
,
dripping
with
wet
,
and
rustling
mysteriously
as
the
wild
airs
of
heaven
blew
in
upon
them
.
'
What
a
desolate
place
!
'
thought
Glanville
.
'
How
it
makes
one
shiver
to
think
of
the
dead
in
these
storm-swept
graves
by
the
sea
!
Can
they
rest
quietly
on
such
a
day
as
this
?
'
He
smiled
at
his
grim
fancies
even
while
he
indulged
them
.
But
,
looking
,
it
seemed
to
him
that
something
,
that
a
figure
he
had
not
noticed
,
was
moving
in
the
churchyard
among
the
low
hillocks
.
At
first
he
could
not
be
sure
,
for
the
mist
was
thickening
,
and
it
might
only
be
one
of
the
leaning
tombstones
that
to
his
roused
imagination
had
assumed
the
outline
of
a
cloaked
figure
.
Nor
had
he
time
to
look
long
.
Flash
after
flash
the
lightning
dazzled
his
sight
,
and
the
peals
of
thunder
,
coming
faster
than
he
could
count
,
made
him
draw
back
into
the
porch
as
far
as
possible
.
Minutes
passed
before
he
could
see
distinctly
.
But
when
the
extraordinary
violence
of
the
storm
was
a
little
abated
,
and
a
streak
of
open
sky
showed
itself
among
the
lower
clouds
,
he
saw
,
not
without
surprise
,
a
tall
figure
in
a
cloak
making
hastily
for
the
place
where
he
stood
.
It
was
no
ghost
,
evidently
,
although
in
such
ghostly
surroundings
.
Hardly
,
however
,
had
Glanville
made
this
silent
observation
,
before
the
rain
and
the
gloom
returned
,
and
the
stranger
,
entering
as
if
he
perceived
no
one
in
the
porch
,
flung
himself
down
on
the
stone
seat
,
and
bent
his
head
against
the
wall
in
an
attitude
of
extreme
fatigue
.
The
scanty
light
,
or
rather
,
'
darkness
visible
,
'
to
speak
with
Milton
,
showed
only
a
person
of
commanding
stature
and
flecks
of
white
hair
under
his
drooping
hat
.
Glanville
made
no
sign
,
but
waited
,
somewhat
curious
to
know
what
manner
of
personage
it
might
be
that
visited
so
forlorn
a
spot
when
tempest
were
abroad
.
It
was
none
of
the
guests
at
Trelingham
;
and
no
house
,
except
the
Parsonage
,
was
nearer
than
three
or
four
miles
.
Could
he
be
some
one
staying
at
Mr.
Truscombe
's
?
or
King
Arthur
himself
,
thought
Glanville
,
come
to
pay
his
client
a
visit
and
thank
him
for
the
enthusiastic
belief
he
cherished
in
the
Table
Round
?
It
might
well
,
in
mien
and
lordly
bearing
,
be
the
fabulous
King
.
While
these
idle
musings
were
passing
through
his
brain
,
the
artist
was
astonished
to
observe
that
his
involuntary
companion
had
fallen
asleep
where
he
sat
.
The
soft
and
regular
breathing
of
a
sleeper
was
unmistakable
.
It
was
a
strange
situation
.
To
the
watcher
a
sleeping
person
has
always
something
peculiar
,
some
sense
of
mystery
about
him
,
which
inspires
a
dim
and
not
very
comfortable
feeling
,
as
of
gazing
into
unknown
depths
.
It
is
life
under
the
semblance
of
death
,
a
soul
retired
into
far-away
recesses
whither
we
cannot
follow
,
leaving
the
body
animate
,
yet
corpselike
,
a
thing
lying
on
the
border
of
the
great
abyss
and
overshadowed
by
its
horror
.
Glanville
felt
that
a
visitant
from
the
tomb
would
have
been
almost
as
welcome
.
It
was
worse
than
being
alone
;
he
had
a
sense
of
the
haunting
presence
touching
him
while
it
could
not
be
held
in
turn
.
He
would
go
out
of
the
porch
and
make
his
way
through
the
tempest
;
it
was
better
than
waiting
in
such
undesirable
company
.
But
what
,
he
said
to
himself
,
if
the
man
were
in
need
of
succour
,
and
too
feeble
to
quit
that
out-of-the-way
spot
without
assistance
?
He
did
not
know
whether
at
the
Vicarage
,
itself
some
quarter
of
a
mile
off
,
there
would
be
help
,
or
how
Mr.
Truscombe
's
people
were
to
know
of
a
stranger
lying
asleep
in
the
church
vestibule
.
It
would
be
more
humane
to
wait
until
the
man
awoke
,
or
gently
to
rouse
him
and
ascertain
his
condition
.
CHAPTER
VII
IN
A
VAIN
SHADOW
There
was
no
need
to
wait
long
.
By
some
magic
stroke
in
the
heavens
a
ray
of
sunlight
,
piercing
the
sullen
clouds
,
darted
in
at
the
door
and
rested
on
the
sleeper
's
face
.
It
vanished
as
quickly
as
it
came
,
but
the
instantaneous
change
in
the
light
seemed
to
have
dispersed
the
old
man
's
slumber
.
Yes
,
he
was
unmistakably
an
old
man
that
now
opened
his
eyes
and
fixed
them
calmly
on
Glanville
standing
by
the
entrance
and
watching
his
motions
.
He
shook
himself
,
came
forward
,
and
with
an
easy
air
inquired
of
the
artist
whether
he
had
found
him
sleeping
,
and
how
long
he
had
been
there
.
Glanville
told
him
what
had
really
happened
;
and
the
stranger
,
thanking
him
for
his
courtesy
,
added
that
old
bones
were
soon
tired
,
and
began
to
look
out
in
silence
at
the
scene
before
them
.
It
had
changed
again
.
The
lower
clouds
,
melting
in
rain
,
were
nearly
gone
;
and
high
above
them
a
livid
,
unbroken
mass
of
vapour
stretched
over
the
sky
,
making
a
sort
of
roof
that
seemed
,
at
the
horizon
,
to
bend
down
and
rest
on
a
heavy
ridge
of
purple
tinged
with
white
.
The
boiling
sea
which
occupied
the
intervening
space
was
desolate
as
when
Glanville
last
looked
across
it
,
save
for
one
object
which
he
did
not
think
to
have
viewed
so
nearly
.
In
the
midst
of
the
tumbling
waves
he
beheld
the
same
vessel
which
had
been
visible
less
than
an
hour
before
.
It
was
not
so
large
as
he
thought
.
With
bare
poles
it
had
been
scudding
before
the
gale
,
but
now
it
was
giving
a
tremendous
lurch
every
moment
;
and
as
it
turned
a
broadside
towards
him
there
were
to
be
seen
figures
on
deck
moving
about
in
great
confusion
.
They
seemed
in
evil
plight
.
So
intent
was
Glanville
on
the
spectacle
that
he
cried
out
involuntarily
when
a
red
flash
from
the
ship
told
him
that
a
gun
had
been
discharged
.
'
What
is
that
for
?
'
he
said
to
his
companion
,
not
meaning
to
speak
aloud
.
A
dull
boom
came
upon
his
ear
as
the
stranger
answered
,
'
It
is
a
signal
of
distress
;
she
is
likely
to
founder
.
'
'
Good
God
!
'
exclaimed
Glanville
,
'
do
you
mean
to
tell
me
she
will
be
wrecked
?
'
'
I
think
so
,
'
said
the
other
,
as
if
it
was
a
foregone
conclusion
which
did
not
concern
him
.
'
See
,
they
are
signalling
again
.
They
will
never
get
into
harbour
;
if
she
stands
in
she
will
go
to
pieces
on
the
bar
.
It
is
a
good
dozen
miles
to
the
next
place
where
she
could
run
in
.
But
that
is
only
a
roadstead
.
'
'
But
the
lifeboat
,
'
cried
Glanville
,
in
much
distress
;
'
is
there
no
lifeboat
on
the
coast
?
'
'
What
lifeboat
would
venture
on
such
a
sea
?
'
inquired
the
stranger
.
'
It
would
be
merely
adding
to
the
number
of
drowned
men
.
Ah
,
she
signals
again
!
It
is
no
use
;
we
shall
see
her
heel
over
in
a
few
minutes
.
'
'
Oh
,
horrible
,
horrible
!
'
said
the
artist
.
'
To
look
on
,
and
be
so
helpless
.
If
we
could
but
do
something
,
'
and
he
moved
to
and
fro
restlessly
,
looking
round
in
the
hope
that
help
of
some
sort
might
be
putting
off
from
the
land
.
But
he
could
see
only
the
tall
vessel
staggering
along
and
the
waves
rising
over
it
.
'
You
never
saw
a
ship
go
down
,
I
suppose
?
'
said
the
old
man
,
eyeing
him
in
a
way
that
implied
some
pity
and
a
great
deal
of
scorn
.
Glanville
,
struck
by
the
harsh
ring
in
the
stranger
's
voice
,
stopped
in
his
walk
and
looked
,
as
seeking
for
an
explanation
,
straight
across
at
him
.
'
What
makes
you
ask
?
'
he
said
;
'
have
you
?
You
seem
not
to
mind
it
much
.
'
'
What
difference
can
it
make
whether
I
mind
it
or
no
?
'
retorted
the
old
man
.
'
It
will
not
save
one
of
them
from
drowning
.
The
play
must
be
played
out
.
Do
you
think
of
rushing
on
the
stage
and
rescuing
Hamlet
or
Lear
from
his
fate
because
you
pity
him
?
No
,
you
sit
there
quietly
and
enjoy
your
sentimental
illusions
and
your
exquisite
weeping
.
This
is
but
a
larger
stage
.
You
ca
n't
interfere
;
be
miserable
if
you
must
,
or
if
you
wish
to
indulge
in
the
luxury
.
It
is
all
one
to
the
men
in
that
sinking
ship
.
Ha
,
what
a
lurch
!
She
cannot
stand
much
more
of
it
.
'
'
Why
,
'
said
Glanville
,
'
you
talk
as
if
you
had
not
the
heart
of
a
man
.
What
hideous
nonsense
!
and
at
such
a
time
!
You
are
not
,
you
cannot
be
serious
.
'
The
words
of
the
old
man
seemed
to
him
almost
as
horrible
as
the
shipwreck
he
was
gazing
on
.
The
other
answered
with
astonishing
calm
.
'
When
I
was
your
age
,
'
he
said
,
'
I
felt
as
you
do
.
I
have
learnt
since
not
to
lament
the
things
I
cannot
help
.
We
must
bear
them
.
The
time
will
come
,
if
you
live
long
enough
,
when
you
will
have
witnessed
many
a
ship
go
down
,
and
be
as
helpless
to
save
them
as
you
are
at
this
moment
.
Perhaps
it
is
the
deepest
pity
that
sheds
no
tears
.
'
The
vessel
was
again
out
of
sight
;
but
they
heard
the
signal-guns
from
minute
to
minute
;
and
in
Glanville
's
heart
,
at
least
,
they
excited
a
sickening
sensation
,
which
took
away
all
desire
of
speech
.
But
he
thought
he
must
reply
.
'
Pardon
me
,
sir
,
'
he
said
,
'
if
I
did
not
quite
understand
you
.
This
dreadful
scene
,
—
it
is
too
much
.
'
He
stopped
abruptly
and
turned
away
.
The
signal
came
again
,
but
fainter
.
His
next
glance
seaward
showed
the
horizon
one
sheet
of
lightning
,
and
there
came
crashing
down
upon
them
a
roar
of
thunder
which
appeared
to
be
sounding
from
every
quarter
of
the
heavens
.
'
You
will
hear
no
more
signal-guns
,
'
said
his
companion
when
the
tumult
ceased
;
'
that
was
probably
the
last
which
came
before
this
overwhelming
clap
of
thunder
.
Nothing
can
live
when
sky
and
sea
are
gone
mad
in
such
fashion
.
To-morrow
planks
and
spars
will
be
thrown
up
along
the
coast
,
and
we
shall
have
to
lay
in
this
nook
,
which
holds
too
many
already
,
the
bodies
that
may
be
cast
ashore
.
Well
,
it
is
all
over
now
;
when
the
play
comes
to
an
end
the
tragedy
is
out
.
'
Glanville
kept
silence
.
He
could
not
trust
himself
to
speak
.
The
stranger
,
as
though
thinking
aloud
,
went
on
in
a
lower
tone
:
'
The
worst
is
if
the
curtain
should
draw
up
a
second
time
.
To
be
wrecked
is
unpleasant
,
but
the
waves
close
over
you
,
and
you
sink
to
sleep
as
on
velvet
cushions
.
I
remember
the
keen
sense
of
anticipation
.
That
cuts
deep
into
a
man
.
But
afterwards
is
nothing
in
comparison
.
No
,
'
he
said
,
rousing
himself
and
speaking
to
Glanville
,
who
was
beginning
to
listen
,
'
it
is
coming
back
to
life
that
I
regret
,
not
seeing
it
slip
away
into
the
ocean
.
'
'
Were
you
ever
in
a
shipwreck
,
then
?
'
asked
the
young
man
,
softening
.
'
Once
,
many
years
since
,
'
he
replied
.
'
And
you
escaped
easily
?
'
'
I
was
brought
back
to
life
when
I
had
been
dead
,
so
far
as
any
one
could
tell
,
several
hours
.
'
'
Were
you
unconscious
all
that
time
?
'
the
artist
inquired
.
'
Utterly
so
,
'
he
answered
;
'
and
coming
back
to
consciousness
was
far
more
dreadful
than
the
pangs
of
drowning
.
I
left
half
my
vitality
—
the
best
half
,
I
think
—
behind
me
.
'
Glanville
hastily
spoke
what
was
in
his
mind
:
'
Is
that
why
you
feel
so
unconcerned
?
'
'
No
,
'
said
the
other
,
who
seemed
incapable
of
taking
offence
;
'
I
think
life
itself
is
the
great
shipwreck
.
Existence
is
made
up
of
pain
.
It
is
always
and
everywhere
pitiable
.
And
we
are
but
spectators
till
our
own
turn
comes
to
wear
the
burning
crown
and
be
racked
and
torn
.
You
cannot
help
me
,
and
I
cannot
help
you
if
you
stand
in
need
of
help
.
But
the
sky
is
clearing
now
the
brave
vessel
has
gone
down
.
Let
me
wish
you
good
afternoon
.
'
He
stepped
out
of
the
porch
,
and
,
at
the
same
moment
,
a
gust
of
wind
took
his
hat
and
blew
it
some
distance
.
He
ran
after
it
bareheaded
,
stooped
,
and
caught
it
up
again
.
As
he
turned
about
,
Glanville
,
who
had
run
to
his
assistance
,
perceived
with
strong
amazement
that
the
stranger
's
bare
forehead
was
disfigured
with
an
irrgular
seam
,
the
evident
trace
of
a
sword-stroke
.
He
almost
staggered
back
.
It
was
utterly
improbably
that
here
,
in
this
churchyard
,
a
casual
visitant
should
be
marked
like
the
hero
of
the
tale
he
had
heard
in
the
morning
.
It
must
be
Colonel
Valence
.
He
pronounced
the
name
aloud
,
and
was
answered
instantly
.
'
Colonel
Valence
?
What
do
you
want
with
him
?
He
is
here
at
your
service
.
'
Glanville
blushed
and
stammered
.
He
could
not
inform
Colonel
Valence
that
in
the
last
four
and
twenty
hours
he
had
learned
to
know
him
intimately
,
though
unacquainted
with
his
name
before
;
that
he
had
read
a
most
confidential
letter
written
by
him
over
thirty
years
ago
,
and
knew
the
history
of
the
Madonna
of
San
Lucar
.
Should
he
tell
Valence
of
the
morning
's
accident
to
that
picture
?
No
,
he
would
tell
him
nothing
.
The
Colonel
saw
that
a
struggle
was
going
on
in
the
young
man
's
mind
;
and
as
Glanville
hesitated
to
reply
,
he
said
,
'
Have
I
had
the
honour
of
meeting
you
at
any
time
,
sir
?
'
'
Never
,
to
my
knowledge
,
'
said
the
artist
;
'
but
—
but
I
have
heard
your
name
,
—
something
,
too
,
of
your
history
,
of
your
having
fought
in
Spain
when
a
young
man
.
You
lived
in
this
neighbourhood
once
,
did
you
not
?
'
'
I
live
here
still
,
'
answered
the
Colonel
briefly
;
'
and
now
,
since
you
appear
to
be
well
acquainted
with
my
name
,
may
I
ask
the
favour
of
yours
?
'
'
My
name
is
Rupert
Glanville
,
'
the
young
man
replied
.
'
Rupert
Glanville
!
'
repeated
his
questioner
,
surprised
in
turn
;
'
Glanville
the
artist
?
'
'
An
artist
,
certainly
,
'
said
the
modest
painter
.
Colonel
Valence
seemed
for
a
while
lost
in
thought
.
'
Are
you
staying
at
the
town
younder
?
'
he
inquired
,
pointing
away
to
the
cliff
which
hid
Yalden
from
them
.
'
I
am
staying
at
Trelingham
Court
.
'
'
Oh
,
at
Trelingham
Court
!
'
echoed
Valence
,
without
moving
a
muscle
.
'
Then
I
wish
you
good-day
,
sir
!
'
And
,
as
if
not
a
word
more
was
to
be
said
,
he
turned
deliberately
towards
the
ascent
,
and
with
slow
but
not
feeble
steps
began
his
journey
homeward
,
as
it
should
seem
,
for
he
faced
away
from
Yalden
and
Trelingham
,
both
of
which
lay
on
the
same
side
of
the
country
.
Glanville
looked
after
him
.
There
was
something
,
he
acknowledged
,
of
the
stately
grace
and
resolute
daring
of
King
Arthur
about
the
man
;
but
what
a
harsh
cynic
!
how
little
resembling
the
idea
that
,
in
his
own
mind
,
the
artist
had
formed
while
reading
the
epistle
from
San
Lucar
!
Heroic
he
might
be
,
and
doubtless
was
;
his
bearing
showed
it
.
But
every
particle
of
feeling
seemed
extinguished
by
the
stern
and
pitiless
philosophy
that
,
in
the
name
of
pity
,
would
not
suffer
him
to
care
for
the
calamities
which
overtook
his
fellows
.
And
so
that
was
Colonel
Valence
!
He
was
still
living
,
still
in
the
neighbour-hood
of
Trelingham
Court
.
And
Lady
Alice
was
dead
.
In
what
relation
did
the
two
families
stand
towards
each
other
?
He
longed
to
know
more
of
the
strange
story
.
The
thought
quickened
his
pace
as
he
walked
up
the
hill
.
But
he
was
cold
and
tired
;
the
road
appeared
steeper
than
ever
,
and
not
until
some
time
after
the
dinner-hour
did
he
reach
the
front
terrace
of
the
Court
.
As
he
did
so
two
men
wrapped
up
as
for
a
night
expedition
,
and
with
lanterns
in
their
hands
,
ran
against
him
.
They
stopped
and
explained
that
,
in
pursuance
of
the
Earl
's
directions
,
they
were
just
setting
forth
in
quest
of
him
,
for
his
long
absence
,
combined
with
the
fearful
storm
by
which
he
must
have
been
overtaken
,
had
given
rise
to
great
anxiety
.
'
We
should
have
started
sooner
,
one
of
them
subjoined
,
'
but
for
the
accident
to
Mr.
Davenant
.
'
Glanville
was
shocked
to
such
a
degree
that
he
forgot
to
thank
them
for
going
after
himself
.
'
What
accident
?
'
he
hastily
inquired
.
'
One
that
might
have
been
very
serious
.
Mr.
Davenant
had
been
out
in
the
lifeboat
and
had
nearly
been
drowned
.
He
was
brought
home
as
soon
as
men
could
be
spared
from
attending
on
the
wreck
.
'
'
Ah
,
there
was
a
wreck
!
'
cried
Glanville
,
and
he
had
begun
to
question
them
as
they
arrived
at
the
entrance
,
when
,
catching
sight
of
Lady
May
crossing
the
hall
,
he
ran
up
to
her
,
and
begged
to
know
whether
her
cousin
was
in
any
kind
of
danger
.
'
I
do
not
think
so
,
'
she
answered
;
'
we
were
beginning
to
feel
more
anxious
on
your
account
than
his
.
The
doctor
at
Yalden
ascertained
that
there
was
no
fracture
,
but
the
shoulder
has
received
a
severe
strain
.
My
cousin
laughs
at
the
notion
that
he
shall
not
be
about
the
house
to-morrow
morning
.
However
,
we
have
written
to
Mrs.
Davenant
in
town
.
He
has
been
ordered
to
keep
his
bed
,
and
we
must
see
that
he
obeys
.
He
takes
any
mishap
to
himself
very
lightly
—
too
lightly
indeed
.
'
'
And
was
he
out
with
the
lifeboat
?
'
inquired
Glanville
,
feeling
very
kindly
towards
the
young
man
,
and
silently
contrasting
him
with
Colonel
Valence
,
not
to
the
latter
's
advantage
.
'
Why
,
it
was
all
Cousin
Tom
's
doing
,
'
said
Lady
May
.
'
You
shall
hear
the
story
at
dinner
,
for
'
—
interrupting
herself
to
look
at
his
weather-beaten
state
—
'
you
must
change
at
once
,
Mr.
Glanville
,
and
come
down
as
soon
as
you
are
ready
.
Dinner
is
late
,
owing
to
my
cousin
's
accident
.
'
She
rang
,
and
instructed
the
housekeeper
to
see
that
Mr.
Glanville
was
treated
as
an
invalid
.
'
It
is
the
only
way
to
keep
you
from
becoming
so
,
'
she
added
.
Under
such
gracious
care
did
the
artist
appear
at
dinner
.
He
looked
pale
and
tired
;
with
a
paleness
,
however
,
which
set
off
his
bright
hair
and
intellectual
features
to
exceeding
advantage
.
He
was
not
so
good-looking
as
Tom
Davenant
;
but
'
he
was
well
enough
.
'
They
were
a
small
party
.
Mr.
Truscombe
and
Lord
Hallamshire
had
gone
down
to
the
wreck
;
and
the
Earl
,
who
was
very
fond
of
his
cousin
,
could
not
be
induced
to
quit
his
bedside
until
that
young
man
was
satisfactorily
asleep
.
The
only
remaining
gentleman
besides
Glanville
was
an
elderly
squire
,
who
lived
a
long
way
across
the
moor
and
had
come
to
enjoy
a
few
days
fishing
at
Trelingham
.
He
was
a
good-natured
,
silent
creature
,
not
easily
roused
to
express
sentiment
of
any
kind
,
good
or
bad
;
and
while
he
made
you
comfortable
in
his
presence
(
which
some
silent
men
are
far
from
doing
)
,
you
could
not
expect
him
even
to
ask
a
question
.
But
Glanville
was
ready
to
ask
a
thousand
;
and
Lady
May
and
the
Countess
were
only
too
willing
to
satisfy
him
.
He
could
ask
questions
,
but
he
could
neither
eat
nor
drink
.
The
light
and
warmth
of
the
dining-room
were
grateful
to
him
physically
,
and
took
away
the
chill
sense
of
desolation
which
so
many
hours
in
the
churchyard
,
under
the
pelting
storm
,
had
inflicted
;
but
his
memory
was
full
of
the
dreadful
sight
,
and
yet
more
dreadful
imagination
,
which
had
mastered
him
while
gazing
at
the
tossing
ship
.
He
could
not
choose
but
think
of
it
again
and
again
,
and
,
though
he
knew
not
one
of
the
human
beings
she
carried
,
it
would
prove
an
intense
relief
should
any
,
by
the
gallant
exertions
of
Tom
Davenant
,
have
escaped
destruction
.
'
How
came
Mr.
Davenant
to
be
at
Yalden
?
'
he
asked
.
The
Countess
,
who
exhibited
a
curious
mixture
of
excited
gaiety
and
sudden
relapses
into
the
terror
which
had
laid
hold
of
her
that
afternoon
,
answered
plaintively
,
'
It
was
partly
my
doing
that
he
went
.
For
I
knew
that
this
week
there
was
to
be
a
salmon-hunt
in
the
Yale
;
and
I
have
never
seen
one
;
and
I
thought
I
would
get
Cousin
Tom
to
instruct
me
a
little
beforehand
;
and
so
I
persuaded
him
to
ride
to
Yalden
for
some
tackle
,
because
I
was
to
have
a
lesson
in
fly-fishing
to-morrow
.
It
was
all
just
to
understand
what
fishing
is
like
.
Of
course
I
could
n't
join
in
the
salmon-hunt
,
much
as
I
might
long
for
it
.
But
I
never
thought
Cousin
Tom
would
persuade
the
men
to
go
out
in
a
lifeboat
.
Oh
,
May
,
'
she
cried
,
with
a
piteousness
in
her
voice
that
Glanville
could
not
laugh
at
,
although
he
felt
there
was
a
comic
element
some-where
in
it
,
'
are
you
quite
sure
that
Tom
will
not
be
hurt
for
life
?
'
'
The
doctor
is
quite
sure
,
'
answered
Lady
May
;
'
do
n't
distress
yourself
,
Karina
.
Tom
will
be
himself
in
a
day
or
two
,
if
he
keeps
quiet
,
—
and
if
you
do
,
'
she
added
somewhat
mockingly
.
'
For
,
you
see
,
Mr.
Glanville
,
'
the
Countess
went
on
,
'
he
really
did
put
himself
into
the
greatest
danger
.
The
men
told
us
that
brought
him
.
He
would
insist
on
getting
alone
into
the
lifeboat
and
taking
it
across
the
bar
,
as
they
call
it
,
and
—
'
'
My
dear
Karina
,
we
shall
hardly
understand
the
story
if
you
tell
it
in
that
way
,
'
said
Lady
May
.
'
Cousin
Tom
was
brave
enough
,
but
he
was
not
out
of
his
mind
.
The
fact
seems
to
have
been
,
'
she
continued
,
looking
towards
Glanville
,
'
that
when
my
cousin
was
choosing
the
fishing-tackle
for
