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had set you on.”

      “I am afraid Nelly’s opinion is worth more than Marians.”

      “Her opinion! Everybody knows what her opinion is. She is bursting with jealousy of me.”

      “Jealousy!”

      “What else? Marmaduke has never taken the least notice of her, and she is madly in love with him.”

      “This is quite a new light upon the affair. Constance, are you sure you are not romancing?”

      “Romancing! Why, she cannot conceal her venom. She taunted me this morning in the summer-house because Marmaduke has never made me a formal proposal. It was the letter that made her do it. Ask Marian.”

      “I can hardly believe it: I should not have supposed, from what I have observed, that she cared about him.”

      You should not have supposed it from what she said: is that what you mean? I dont care whether you believe it or not.”

      “Well, if you are so confident, there is no occasion to be acrimonious about Elinor. She is more to be pitied than blamed.”

      “Yes, everybody is to pity Elinor because she cant have her wish and make me wretched,” said Constance, beginning to cry. Whereupon Lord Carbury immediately left the room.

      CHAPTER IV

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      Long before the harvest was home, preparations were made at Towers

       Cottage to receive another visitor. The Rev. George Lind was coming.

       Lord Carbury drove in the wagonet to the railway station, and met him on

       the platform.

      “How are you, my dear fellow?” cried the clergyman, shaking the earl’s hand. “Why did you trouble to meet me? I could have taken a fly. Most kind of you, I am sure. How is your dear mother? And Constance: how is she?”

      “All quite well, thank you. Just show my fellow your traps; he will see to them.”

      “Oh, there is no need to trouble him. I myself or a porter — oh, thank you, I am sure; the brown one with G.L. on it — and that small green metal box too, if you will be so good. Thank you very much. And how are you, Jasper, if I may call you so? Studious still, eh? I hope he will be careful of the box. No, not a word to him, I beg: it does not matter at all. What a charming little trap! What air! Happy man, Jasper! These fields are better than the close alleys and garrets to which my profession leads me.”

      “Jump in.”

      “Thank you. And how is Marian?”

      “Quite well, thank you. Everybody is quite well. The girls are at a tennis party, or they would have come to meet you. Constance desired me particularly to apologize.”

      “Oh, needless, most needless. Why should they not enjoy themselves? What a landscape! The smiling beauty of nature in the country is like a — like a message to us. This is indeed a delightful drive.”

      “Yes, she is a capital trotter, this mare of mine. What do you think of her?”

      “A noble animal, Jasper. Although I never studied horseflesh much, even in my university days, I can admire a spirited nag on occasion. But I have to content myself with humbler means of locomotion in my own calling. A poor parson cannot entertain his friends as a magnate like you can. Have you any one at the hall now, besides the girls?”

      “No. The place will be rather dull for you, I am afraid.”

      “Not at all, my dear fellow, not at all. I shall be satisfied and thankful under all circumstances.”

      “We have led a humdrum life for the past month. Marian and Elinor have begun to potter about in my laboratory. They come there every day for an hour to work and study, as they call it.”

      “Indeed! I have no doubt Marian will find the study of nature most improving. It is very generous of you to allow her to trespass on you.”

      “I occupy myself chiefly with Nelly McQuinch. Marian is my assistant’s pupil, and he has made a very expert workwoman of her already. With a little direction, she can put a machine together as well as I can.”

      “I am delighted to hear it. And dear Nelly?”

      “Oh, dear Nelly treats the subject in her usual way. But she is very amusing.”

      “Ah, Jasper! Ah! An unstable nature there, an unstable nature! Elinor has not been firmly trained. She needs to be tried by adversity.”

      “No doubt she will be. Most of us are.”

      “And dear Constance? Does she study?”

      “No.”

      “Ahem! A — have you —— ? That is St. Mildred’s yonder, is it not?”

      “It is. They have put a new clock in the tower, worth about sixty pounds. I believe they collected a hundred and fifty for the purpose. But you were going to say something else.”

      “No. At least, I intended to ask you about Marmaduke. He is coming down,

       I understand.”

      “I dont know what he is doing. Last week he wrote to us that he had just returned from Paris; but I happened to know that he had then been back for some time. He has arranged to come twice, but on each occasion, at the last moment, he has made excuses. He can do as he likes now. I wish he would say definitely that he doesnt intend to come, instead of shilly-shallying from week to week. Hallo, Prentice, have the ladies returned yet?” This was addressed to the keeper of the gate-lodge, at which they had now arrived. He replied that the ladies were still absent.

      “Then,” said Lord Carbury, “we had better get down and stroll across the lawn. Perhaps you are tired, though?”

      “Not at all. I should prefer it. What a lovely avenue! What greenery!

       How—”

      “We were talking about Marmaduke. Do you know what he is doing at present? He talks of being busy, and of not having a moment to spare. I can understand a fellow not having a moment to spare in June or July, but what Marmaduke has to do in London in September is more than I can imagine.”

      “I do not care to enquire into these things too closely. I had intended to speak to you on the subject. Marmaduke, as I suppose you know, has taken a house at West Kensington.”

      “A house at West Kensington! No, I did not know it. What has he done that for?”

      “I fear he has been somewhat disingenuous with me on the subject. I think he tried to prevent the matter coming to my ears; and when I asked him about it, he certainly implied — in fact, I grieve to say he left me under the impression that he had taken the house with a view to marrying dear Constance, and settling down. I expressed some surprise at his going so far out of town; but he did not volunteer any further explanation, and so the matter dropped.” The Rev. George paused, and then continued in a lower tone, “Not long afterward I met him at a very late hour. He had perhaps exceeded a little in his cups; for he spoke to me with the most shocking cynicism, inviting me to supper at this house of his, and actually accusing me of knowing perfectly well the terrible truth about his occupation of it. He assured me that she — meaning, I presume, the unhappy person with whom he lives there — was exceptionally attractive; and I have since discovered that she is connected with the theatre, and of great notoriety. I need not tell you how dreadful all this is to me, Jasper; but to the best of my judgment, which I have fortified by earnest prayers for guidance, it is my imperative duty to tell you of it.”

      “The vagabond! It is exactly as I have always said: Constance is too tame for him. He does not care a d — —”

      “Jasper, my dear fellow, gently,” said the clergyman, pressing