Half a Hero

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BY THE SAME AUTHOR. A man of mark. MR. WITT'S WIDOW. SPORT ROYAL. A CHANGE OF AIR. THE PRISONER OF ZENDA. FATHER STAFFORD. A NOVEL. BY ANTHONY HOPE, AUTHOR OF "mr. witt's widow," "a prisoner of zenda," "the dolly dialogues," etc. THIRD EDITION LONDON : A. D. INNES AND CO., BEDFORD STREET. 1394. Richard Clay & Sons, Limited, London & Uungay. CONTENTS. CHAP. rAGE I. THE IMPOSSIBLE INEVITABLE I II. A POPULAR DEMONSTRATION ... ... II III. HOSPITALITY EX OFFICIO ... ... ... 19 IV. WEEDING OUT THE WEAK-KNEED ... 30 V. A TALK AT A DANCE ... 41 VI. A CANDIDATE FOR OFFICE 50 VII. A COMMON SPECTACLE 59 VIII. FOR THE HIGHEST BIDDER 69 IX. TWO HASTY UTTERANCES 80 X. THE SMOKE OF HIDDEN FIRES ... ... 90 XI. A CONSCIENTIOUS MAN'S CONSCIENCE ... IOO XII. AN ABSURD AMBITION IIO XIII. OUT OF HARM'S WAY ... ... ... 121 XIV.

A FATAL SECESSION 133 XV. AN ATTEMPT AT TERRORISM ... ... 1 44 XVI. A LEAKY VESSEL 153 XVII. THE TRUTH ABOUT THE MAN ... ... 1 62 XVIII. BY AN OVERSIGHT OF SOCIETY'S vi CONTENTS. CHAP. PAGE XIX. LAST CHANCES I&3 XX. THE LAW VERSUS RULE 3 19^ XXI. ALL THERE WAS TO TELL 205 XXII. THE STORY OF A PHOTOGRAPH ... ... 215 XXIII. AN ORATOR'S RIVAL ... ... ... 227 XXIV. THREE AGAINST THE WORLD ... ... 236 XXV. THE TRUTH TOO LATE ... ... ... 244 XXVI. THE UNCLEAN THING 255 XXVII. THE DECISION OF THE ORACLE 268 XXVIII. STEALING A MARCH 280 XXIX. A BEATEN MAN'S THOUGHTS ... ... 29 1 XXX. THE END OF A TUMULT

Chapter I. The Impossible

— INEVITABLE. In the garden the question was settled without serious difference of opinion. If Sir Robert Perry really could not go on — and Lady Eynesford was by no means prepared to concede even that — then Mr. Puttock, bourgeois as he was, or Mr. Coxon, conceited and priggish though he might be, must come in. At any rate, the one indisputable fact vvas the impossibility of Mr. Medland : this was, to Lady Eynesford's mind, axiomatic, and, in the safe privacy of her family circle (for Miss Scaife counted as one of the family, and Captain Heseltine and Mr. Flemyng did not count at all), she went so far as to declare that, let the Governor do as he would (in the inconceivable case of his being so foolish as to do anything of the kind), she at least would not receive Mr. Medland. Having launched this hypo- B thetical thunderbolt, she asked Alicia Derosne to give her another cup of tea.

Alicia poured out the tea, handed it to her sister-in-law, and asked, " But, Mary, what is there so dreadful about Mr. Medland ? " " Everything," said Lady Eynesford. " Still," suggested Miss Scaife, " if the creatures are bent on having him " " My dear Eleanor, what is a Governor for ? " demanded Lady Eynesford. " To do as he's told and subscribe to the Cup," interposed Dick Derosne. And he added, " They are having a palaver. Old Perry's been in an hour and a half." Captain Heseltine and Mr. Flemyng looked at their watches and nodded gravely. " Poor Willie ! " murmured Lady Eynesford. " He'll miss his ride." Poor Willie — that is to say, His Excellency William Delaporte, Baron Eynesford, Governor of New Lindsey — deserved all the sympathy his wife's exclamation implied, and even more. For, after a vast amount of fencing and an elaborate disquisition on the state of parties in the colony, Sir Robert Perry decisively refused the dissolution the Governor offered, and ended by saying, with eyebrows raised and the slightest shrug of his shoulders, " In fact, sir, it's my duty to advise you to send for Mr. Medland."

The Governor pushed his chair back from the table. — INEVITABLE. 3 " You won't try again ? " he asked. " Impossible, until he has failed." " You think Puttock out of the question ? ,: " Quite. He has not following enough : people wouldn't stand Medland being passed over. Really, I don't think you'll find Medland hard to get on with. He's a very able man. For myself, I like him." The Governor sat silent for a few minutes. Sir Robert, conceiving that his interview was at an end, rose to take leave. Lord Eynesford expressed much regret at being obliged to lose his services: Sir Robert replied suitably, and was at the door before the Governor reverted to Mr. Medland. " There are queer stories about him, aren't there ? " he asked. " I mean about his private life." " Well, there is some vague gossip of the kind."

"There now! That's very awkward. He must come here, you know, and what shall I say to my wife?" " She's been dead three or four years now," said Sir Robert, not referring to the Governor's wife. " And it's only rumour after all. Nothing has ever come to light on the subject." " But there's a girl." " There's nothing against the girl — except of course " " Oh, just so," said the Governor ; "but that makes it awkward. Besides, somebody told me he used to get drunk." " I think you may disregard that," said Sir Robert. " It only means that he likes his glass of wine as most of us do." Sir Robert retired, and presently Dick Derosne, who acted as his brother's private secretary, came in. The Governor was in an easy-chair, smoking a cigar. " So you've settled it," said Dick. " Yes. Perry won't hear of going on."

"Well, he hardly could after being beaten by seventeen on his biggest bill. What's going to happen ? " Now the Governor thought fit to assume that the course he had, after so much hesitation, determined upon was, to every sensible man, the only possible course. Perhaps he fancied that he would thus be in a stronger position for justifying it to a sensible woman. " Of course," he said, in a tone expressive of some surprise at a question so unnecessary, " I am send ing for Medland." Dick Derosne whistled. The Governor relapsed into sincerity. " No help for it," he pleaded. " You must back me up, old man, with Mary. Women can't under stand constitutional obligations." " She said she wouldn't have him to the house," remarked Dick. " Oh, Eleanor Scaife must persuade her. I wish you'd go and tell them, Dick.

I'm expecting Medland in half-an-hour. I wish I was out of — INEVITABLE. 5 it. I distrust these fellows, both them and their policy." " And yet you'll have to be civil to them." " Civil ! I must be just as cordial as I was with Perry. That's why it's so important that Mary should be " " Reasonable ? " suggested Dick. " Well, yes," said Lord Eynesford. " How does Perry take it ? " " Oh, I don't think he minds much. He thinks Medland's gang will soon fall to pieces and he'll come back. Besides, the K.C.M.G. softens the blow." " Ah ! It's the cheap defence of nations now — vice chivalry, out of fashion," laughed Dick. Hitherto Lord Eynesford and his wife had en joyed their reign. Everything had gone well. The Governor agreed heartily with the measures introduced by Sir Robert Perry's ministry, and his relations with the members of the government, and especially with its chief, had been based on re ciprocal liking and respect : they were most of them gentlemen and all of them respectable men, and, what vvas hardly less important, their wives and families had afforded no excuse for the exercise of Lady Eynesford's somewhat fastidious nicety as to manners, or her distinctly rigid scrutiny into morals.

Under such conditions, the duty and the inclinations of Government House went hand-in hand. Suddenly, in the midst of an apparently peaceful session, came what the Governor considcred an unhallowed combination between a dis contented section of Perry's party, and the Oppo sition under Medland's leadership. The result vvas the defeat of the Government, the resignation of Sir Robert, and the inevitability of Mr. Medland. Entering the Legislative Assembly as the representative of an outlying constituency, Medland had speedily made himself the spokesman of the growing Labour Party, and now, after fifteen years of public life, and a secret and subterranean struggle with the old middle-class element, was established as the leader of a united party, so powerful in numbers that the accession of some dozen deserters had placed it in a majority.

Mr. Coxon had led the revolt against Sir Robert Perry, and the Governor disliked Coxon even more thoroughly than he distrusted Medland. Miss Scaife said that Medland was the more dangerous, inasmuch as he vvas sincere and impetuous, while Coxon vvas neither; but then, the Governor would reply, Coxon vvas a snob, and Medland, if not exactly a gentleman according to the ideas of Eton and Christchurch — and Lord Eynesford adhered to these ideas — scorned a bad imitation where he could not attain the reality, and by his simplicity and freedom from pretension extorted the admission of good breeding. But why compare the men ? He would have to accept both, for Medland must offer Coxon a place, and beyond doubt the offer would be accepted. The Governor was alarmed for the fate of New Lindsey under such ruling, and awaited — INEVITABLE. 7 with apprehension his next interview with his wife.

Dick Derosne had fulfilled his mission, and his tidings had spread dismay on the lawn. Lady Eynesford reiterated her edict of exclusion against the new Premier ; Eleanor Scaife smiled and told her she would be forced to receive him. Alicia in vain sought particulars of Mr. Medland's misdeeds, and the aides-de-camp speculated curiously on the composition of the Cabinet, Captain Heseltine betting Mr. Flemyng five to two that it would include Mr. Giles, the leading tailor of Kirton, to whose services the captain had once been driven to resort with immense trepidation and disastrous results. As a fact, the captain lost his bet ; the Cabinet did not include Mr. Giles, because that gentleman, albeit an able speaker, and a man of much greater intellect than most of his customers, vvas suspected of paying low wages to his employes, though, according to the captain, it vvas impossible that he should pay them as little as their skill deserved.

" I don't think I ever saw Mr. Medland," said Alicia, who had come out from England only a few months before. " I have seen him," said Eleanor Scaife. " In fact, I had a little talk with him at the Jubilee Banquet." " Was he sober ? " Lady Eynesford, in her bitterness of spirit, allowed herself to ask. " Mary ! Of course he vvas. He was also rather interesting. He was then in mourning for Mrs. Medland, and he told me he only came because his absence would have been put down to disloyalty." The mention of Mrs. Medland increased the downward curve of Lady Eynesford's mouth, and she was about to speak, when Dick Derosne ex claimed, " Well, you can see him now, Al. He's walking up the drive." The party and their tea-table were screened by trees, and they were able, themselves unseen, to watch Mr. Medland, as, in obedience to the Gover nor's summons, he walked slowly up to Government House.

A girl of about seventeen or eighteen accompanied him to the gate, and left him there with a merry wave of her hand, and he strode on alone, his hands in his trousers pockets and a soft felt hat on the back of his head. James — or, as his followers called him, " Jimmy" — Medland was forty-one years of age, once an engineer, now a politician, by profession, a tall, loose-limbed, slouching man, with stiff black hair and a shaven face. His features were large and had been clear-cut, but by now they had grown coarser, and his deep-set eyes, under heavy lids and bushy eyebrows, alone survived unimpaired by time and life. Deep lines ran either side from nose to mouth, and the like across his forehead. He had cut himself while shaving that morning, and a large patch of black plaster showed in the centre of his long, prominent chin : as he walked, he now and INEVITABLE. 9 then lifted a hand to pluck nervously at it ; save in this unconscious gesture, he betrayed no sign of excitement or preoccupation, for, as he walked, he looked about him and once, for a minute, he whistled.

" Awful ! " said Lady Eynesford in a whisper. " He wants a new coat," said Captain Heseltine. " He looks rather interesting, I think," said Alicia. At this moment a rare and beautiful butterfly fluttered close over Mr. Medland's head. He paused and watched it for a moment. Then he looked carefully round him : no one vvas in sight : the butterfly settled for a moment on a flower bed. Mr. Medland looked round again. Then he cautiously lifted his soft hat from his head, wistfully eyed the butterfly, looked round again, suddenly pounced down on his knees, and pressed the hat to the ground. He was very close to the hidden tea party now, so close that Alicia's suppressed scream of laughter almost betrayed its presence. Mr. Medland put his head down and, raising one corner of the hat, peered under it.

Alicia laughed out right, for the butterfly vvas fluttering in the air above him. Medland did not hear her ; he looked up, saw the butterfly, rose to his feet, put on his hat, and exclaimed, in a voice audible by all the listeners — " Missed it, by heaven ! " " You see the sort of man he is," observed Lady Eynesford. "An entomologist, I suppose," suggested Miss Scaife. " He chases butterflies in the Governor's garden, and swears when he doesn't catch them ! " " He fears not God, neither regards the Governor," remarked Dick, with a solemn shake of his head. " Don't be flippant, Dick," said Lady Eynesford sharply. " He might at least brush the knees of his trousers," moaned Captain Heseltine. Meanwhile Mr. Medland walked up to the door and rang the bell, lle was received by Jackson, the butler ; and Jackson was flanked by two foot men.

Jackson politely concealed his surprise at not seeing a carriage and pair, and stated that his Excellency would receive Mr. Medland at once. " I hope I haven't kept him waiting," answered Medland. " The pony's lame, and I had to walk." The footmen, who were young, raw, and English, almost smiled. A Premier dependent on one pony ! Jackson redoubled his obsequious attention. The Governor used to say that he wished his wife had imbibed the constitutional spirit as readily as Jackson.

Chapter II

A POPULAR DEMONSTRATION. Miss Eleanor Scaife was gouvemante des enfants de New Lindsey ; but she found the duty of looking after two small children, shared as it was with a couple of nurses, not enough to occupy her energies. So she organised the hospitality of Government House, and interested herself in the political problems of a young community. In the course of the latter pursuit, a study of Mr. Medland appeared appropriate and needful, and Miss Scaife vvas minded to engage in it, in spite of the hostility of Lady Eynesford. She had studied Sir Robert Perry for three years, but Sir Robert vvas dis appointing. That he was a charming old gentleman she freely admitted, but he was not in any special way characteristic of a young community. He was just like half-a-hundred members of Parlia ment whom she had known while she lived with the Eynesfords at home : in fact he vvas irredeem ably European.

Accordingly she vvas glad to see him, but she mentally transferred him to the recreative department, and talked to him about scenery, pictures, and light literature. Lady Eynesford admired Sir Robert because there was no smack of the young community about him ; Miss Scaife conceded that point of view, but main tained that there was another : and from that other she ranked Mr. Medland above a thousand Sir Roberts. All this she explained to Alicia Derosne, after Lady Eynesford had retired in dudgeon, and while the Governor was closeted with the new Premier. " But," objected Alicia, " Captain Heseltine says " )> "Unless," interrupted Eleanor, "it's something about a coat, I don't care what Captain Heseltine says. He's an authority on that subject, but on no other under the sun." Alicia abandoned Captain Heseltine's authority and fell back on her sister-in-law's ; Eleanor, in spite of the unusual relations of intimate friendship, dating from old school-days, between her employer and herself, could not treat Lady Eynes ford's opinion with open disrespect.

She drew certain distinctions, which resulted in demonstrat ing that a close acquaintance between Mr. Medland and Alicia was inadvisable, but that as regards herself the case was different. " In short," said Alicia, summarising the distinctions, "you are thirty and I am twenty-two. But I don't want to know the man, only I liked him for hunting that butterfly. I wonder what A TOPULAR DEMONSTRATION. 13 Miss Medland is like. Captain Heseltine says she's very pretty." " I don't know." " Is she out ? Oh, but does one come out in New Lindsey ? " " It will be much more convenient if she isn't out," said Miss Scaife, rising and beginning to walk towards the house. Alicia accompanied her. Before they had gone far, Mr. Medland and Dick Derosne appeared in the drive. The interview was ended, and Dick was escorting Mr. Medland.

" I'm afraid we can't avoid them," said Miss Scaife. " I'm afraid not," said Alicia. " I wonder what they're talking about." Mr. Medland's voice, though not loud in ordinary speech, vvas distinct and penetrating. In a moment Alicia's wonder was satisfied. "Only be sure you get the right gin," he said. " Good gracious ! " said Alicia. " Is that cha racteristic of a young community, Eleanor?" Miss Scaife made no reply. The two parties met, and Mr. Medland vvas presented. At this instant, Alicia, glancing at the house, thought she saw a disapproving face at Lady Eynesford's window ; but it seemed hardly likely that the Governor's wife would be watching the Premier out of the window. Alicia wondered whether they had met in the house ; Miss Scaife felt no doubt that they had not. She knew that Lady Eynesford's surrender would be a matter of time, "Well," she said, "are we to congratulate you, Mr. Medland?"

" I believe my tongue is supposed to be sealed for the time," he answered, smiling. "Mine isn't," laughed Dick, "and I think you may offer him your felicitations." "You think it, yourself, a subject for congratu lation ? " asked Eleanor, getting to work at once. "Oh, Eleanor!" protested Alicia. "Poor Mr. Medland ! " Medland glanced from one to the other, smiling again. " Whatever may be the sacrifice of personal inclination involved," he began solemnly, "when the Governor calls on me I have no " " You're making fun of us," said Alicia, seeing the twinkle in his eye. " I am quoting Mr. — Sir Robert Perry's speech when he last came in." "Sir Robert is a great friend of mine," declared Alicia. " Seriously," said Medland, turning to Eleanor, " I am very pleased." " Why ? " she asked. " The responsibility must be frightful."

Alicia and Dick laughed irreverently. " Eleanor's always talking about responsibility," said the former. " I hate the idea of it, don't you, Mr. Medland ? " A POPULAR DEMONSTRATION. 15 " Call it power and try then," he answered. " Power ? Oh, but I have none ! " "No?" he asked, with a look that made Alicia think he might have been "nice" when he was a young man. " Oh, of course, if it's mere ambition — " began Eleanor impatiently. " Not altogether," he interposed. " Then what else ? " " Listen !" he said, holding up his hand. They were now within twenty or thirty yards of the road, and, listening, they heard the murmur of many voices. Government House stood on the shore of the bay, about half a mile outside the town, and a broad road ran by the gates which, on reaching Kirton, was merged in one ofthe main thoroughfares, Victoria Street.

Another turn brought the party in the garden in sight of the road. It was thronged with people for a considerable distance, people in a thick mass, surging up against the gate and hardly held back by a cordon of police. " Whatever can be the matter ? " exclaimed Eleanor. " I am the matter," said Medland. " They have heard about it." When the crowd saw him, cheer after cheer rang out, caps and handkerchiefs were waved, and even flags made a sudden appearance. Moving a pace in advance of his companions, he lifted his hat, and the enthusiastic cries burst forth with renewed vigour. He signed to them to be still, but they did not heed him. Alicia caught hold of Eleanor's hand, her breath coming and going in sudden gasps. Eleanor looked at Medland. He was moistening his lips, and she saw a little quiver run through his limbs.

" By Jove ! " said Dick Derosne. Medland turned to Eleanor, and pointed to the crowd. " Yes, I see," she said. He held out his hand to bid them farewell, and walked on towards the gate. They stood and watched his progress. Suddenly a different cry rose. " Let her pass ! Let her pass ! Let her through to him!" The crowd slowly parted, and down the middle of the road, amid the raising of hats and pretty rough compliments, a young girl came walking swiftly and proudly, with a smile on her lips. " It's his daughter," whispered Alicia. " Oh ! " Medland opened the gate and went out. The girl, her fair hair blowing out behind her and her cheeks glowing red, ran to meet him, and, as he stooped and kissed her, the crowd, having, as a crowd, but one way to tell its feelings, roared and cheered again.

Medland, with one hand on his daughter's shoulder and the other holding his hat, walked down the lane between human walls, and vvas lost to sight as the walls found motion and closed in behind him. A POPULAR DEMONSTRATION. 17 After some moments' silence Dick Derosne recovered himself, and remarked with a cynical air, "Neat bit of acting — kissing the girl and all that." But Alicia would not have it. With a tremulous laugh, she said, " I should like to have kissed him too. Oh, Eleanor, I didn't know it vvas like that ! " Perhaps Eleanor did not either, but she would not admit it. What was it but a lot of ignorant people cheering they knew not what ? If anything, it was degrading. Yet, in spite of these most reasonable reflections, she knew that her cheeks had flushed and her heart beat at the sight and the sound.

They were still standing and watching the crowd as it retreated towards Kirton, when the Governor, who had come out to get some fresh air after his arduous labour, joined them. "Extraordinary the popularity of the man in Kirton," he observed, in answer to Alicia's eager description of Mr. Medland's triumph. " What has he done for them ? " asked Eleanor. " Done ? Oh, I don't know. He's done some thing, I suppose ; but it's what he's going to do that they're so keen about." " Is he a Socialist ? " inquired Alicia. " I can't tell you," replied Lord Eynesford. " I don't know what he is — and I'm not sure I know what a Socialist is. Ask Eleanor." c "A Socialist," began Eleanor, in an authoritative tone, " is " But this much-desired definition was unhappily lost, for a footman came up and told Lord Eynes ford that his wife would like to see him if he were disengaged.

The Governor smiled grimly, winked imper ceptibly, and departed. " It's been quite an entertaining day," said Miss Scaife. "But I'm very sorry for Sir Robert." " What vvas Mr. Medland talking to you about, Dick ? " asked Alicia. "Oh, a new sort of drink. You take a long glass, and some pounded ice and some gin — only you must be careful to get " "I don't want to hear about it." "Well, you asked, you know," retorted Dick, with the air of a man who suffers under the perpetual illogicality of woman.

Chapter III. Hospitality Ex Officio

" I CONFESS to being very much alarmed," said Mr. Kilshaw, " and I think Capital generally shares the seeling." " If I thought he could last, I should share it myself," said Sir Robert Perry. " He may easily last long enough to half ruin my business. Large concerns are delicate con cerns." " Come, Kilshaw, Puttock's a capitalist ; he'll see Capital isn't wronged." " Puttock is all very well in his way ; but what do you say to Jevvell and Norburn ? " " Jewell's an old-style Radical : he won't do you much harm. You hit the nail on the head when you mention Norburn. Norburn would be very pleased to run your factory as a State work-shop for two pound a week." " And pickings," added Mr. Kilshaw, with scorn ful emphasis. A third gentleman, who vvas sitting near in the large bow-window of the Central Club, an elderly man, with short-clipped white hair and a pleasant face, joined in the talk.

" Norburn ? Why, is that the fellow I tried ? Is he in Medland's government?" " That's the man, Sir John," answered Kilshaw ; and Sir Robert added, " You gave him three months for inciting to riot in the strike at the Collieries two years ago. He's made Minister of Public Works ; I hear the Governor held out for a long while, but Medland insisted." "And my works are to be Public Works, I suppose," grumbled Kilshaw, finding some comfort in this epigrammatic statement of the unwelcome prospect before him. " Red-hot, isn't he?" asked Sir John Oakapple, who, as Chief Justice of the colony, had sent the new Minister to gaol. Kilshaw nodded. "Will he and Puttock pull together?" continued the Chief Justice. " The hopeful part of the situation is," said Sir Robert, "that Puttock is almost bound to fall out with somebody, either with Norburn, for the reason you name, or with Coxon, because Coxon will try to rule the roast, or with Medland himself."

" Why should he quarrel with Medland ? " "Why does the heir quarrel with the king? Besides, there's the Prohibition Question. I doubt if Medland will satisfy Puttock and his people over that." " Oh, I expect he will," said the Chief Justice. "I asked him once — this is in confidence, you know — if he didn't think it a monstrous proposal, and he only shrugged those slouched shoulders of his, and said, 'We've got Sunday Closing, and we go in the back way : if we have Prohibition the drink '11 go in the back way — same principle, my dear Chief Justice'": and that High Officer finished his anecdote with a laugh. " The odd thing about Medland is," remarked Sir Robert, "that he's utterly indifferent about everything except what he's utterly mad about. He has no moderate sympathies or antipathies."

" Therefore he's a most dangerous man," said Kilshaw. " Oh, I think he sympathises, in moderation, with morality," laughed Sir John. "Ay," rejoined Perry quickly, "and that's all. What if Puttock raised the Righteous on him ? " " Oh, then I should stand by Medland," said the Chief Justice decisively. "And young Coxon's to be Attorney-General. He's safe enough." "A man who thinks only about himself is generally safe," remarked Sir Robert dryly ; and he added, with a smile, " That's why lawyers are such a valuable class." The Chief Justice laughed, and took his revenge by asking, " How many windows did they break, Perry ? " "Only three," rejoined the Ex-Premier. "Con sidering the popular enthusiasm I got off cheap." "You can't stir a people's heart for nothing. All the same, the reception they gave him was a fine sight."

" Extraordinary, wasn't it ? " " I call it most ominous," said Mr. Kilshaw, and he rose and went out gloomily. " I haven't had my invitation to meet them at Government House yet," said the Chief Justice. He referred to the banquet which the Governor vvas accustomed to give to a new Ministry, when the leading officials of the colony were always included in the party. Sir Robert looked round for possible eaves droppers. "There's a hitch," he said in a low voice. " Lady Eynesford makes difficulties about having Medland." " Oh, that's nonsense ! " " Utter nonsense ; but it seems she does. How ever, I suppose you'll get your card in a day or two." " And renew my acquaintance with Mr. Norburn under happier circumstances." "Norburn will feel as one used to when one breakfasted with the school-master — as a peace making after another sort of interview."

Sir Robert Perry proved right in supposing that Lady Eynesford's resistance could not last for ever. It was long enough and fierce enough to make the Governor very unhappy and the rest of the family very uncomfortable, but it was fore doomed to failure. Even the Bishop of Kirton, whom she consulted, told her that high place had its peculiar duties, and that however deplorable the elevation of such a man might be, if the Queen's representative invited him to join his counsels, the Queen's representative's wife must invite him to join her dinner-party : and the Bishop proved the sincerity of his constitutional doctrine by accepting an invitation to meet the new Ministry. Lady Eynesford, abandoned by Church and State alike, surrendered, thanking heaven that Daisy Medland's youth postponed another distasteful necessity.