of his hand, while his eyes glittered with pas- Not a change came over Sir Brook's face during the delivery of this speech, and as he bowed reverently and withdrew, his manner was all that courtesy could desire. "I should think not, sir. There are few men would like to linger where they have been so ingloriously defeated." He walked the room with a proud defiant look for some minutes, and then, sinking faintly into a chair, said, in a weak tremulous tone, "Haire, these trials are too much for me. It is a cruel aggravation of the ills of old age to have a heart and a brain alive to the finest sense of injury." Haire muttered something like concurrence. "What is it you say, sir? Speak out," cried the Judge. 66 he had passed an evening in the midst of a happy and united family. Nothing could be more perfect than the blending of courtesy and familiarity. The old Chief himself was in his best of humours, which means, that with the high polish of a past age, its deference and its homage, he combined all the readiness and epigrammatic smartness of a later period. Lady Lendrick was bland, courteous, and attentive. Colonel Sewell took the part assigned him by his host, alternate talker and listener; and Mrs. Sewell herself displayed, with true woman's wit, how she knew to fall in with the Judge's humour, as though she had known him for years, and that, in each sally of his wit, and each flash of his repartee, he was but reviving memories of such displays in long past years. As for Haire, no enchantment could be more complete; he found himself not only listened to but appealed to. The Chief asked him to correct him about some fact or other of recent history; he applied to him to relate some incident in a trial he had taken part in; and, greatest triumph of all, he was called on to decide some question about the dressing of Mrs. Sewell's hair, his award being accepted as the last judgment of connoisseurship. Lucy talked little, but seemed interested by all around her. It was a bit of high-life comedy, really amusing, and she had that mere suspicion-it was no more of the honesty and loyalty of the talkers to give an added significancy to all she saw and heard. This slight distrust, however, gave way, when Mrs. Sewell sat downbeside her in the drawing-room, and talked to her of her father. Oh, how well she appeared to know him; how truly she read the guileless simplicity of his noble nature; how she distin I was saying," muttered the other, "I wish they would not provoke-would not irritate you; that people ought to see the state your nerves are in, and should use a little discretion how they contradict and oppose you." The bland smile of the ChiefJustice, and an assenting gesture of his hand, emboldened Haire to continue, and he went on: "I have always said, Keep away such as excite him; his condition is not one to be bettered by passionate out-guished-it was not all who did so-bebreaks. Calm him, humour him.” "What a pearl above price is a friend endowed with discretion! Leave me, Haire, to think over your nice words. I would like to ponder them alone and to myself. I'll send for you by-and-by.” CHAPTER XXII. COMING-HOME THOUGHTS. HAD a mere stranger been a guest on that Sunday when the Chief Baron entertained at dinner Lady Lendrick, the Sewells, and his old schoolfellow Haire, he might have gone away under the impression that tween his timid reserve and pride; how she saw that what savoured of haughtiness was in reality an excess of humility, shrouding itself from notice; how she dwelt on his love for children, and the instantaneous affection he inspired in them towards himself. Last of all, how she won the poor girl's heart as she said, "It will never do to leave him there, Lucy; we must have him here, at home with us. I think you may intrust it to me; I generally find my way in these sort of things." Lucy could have fallen at her feet with gratitude as she heard these words, and she pressed her hand to her lips and kissed it fervently. "Why isn't your brother here? is he not in Dublin?" asked Mrs. Sewell suddenly. "Yes, he is in town," stammered out Lucy, "but grandpapa scarcely knows him, and when they did meet, it was most unfortunate. I'll tell you all about it another time." "We have many confidences to make each other," said Mrs. Sewell, with a sigh so full of sorrow that Lucy instinctively pressed her hand with warmth, as though to imply her trustfulness would not be ill deposited. ever renders him pleasant and agreeable. I wish you saw his other humour." "I can imagine it may not be all that one would desire; but still " "It comes well from you to talk of submitting and yielding," burst out Lady Lendrick. "I certainly have not yet detected these traits in your character; and I tell you frankly, you and Sir William could not live a week under the same roof together. Don't you agree with me, Lucy?" At last came the hour of leave-taking, and the Judge accompanied his guests to the door, and even bare-headed handed Lady Lendrick to her carriage. To each, as he said "good-night," he had some little appropriate speech a word or two of gracious compliment, uttered with all his cour-yourself, Lucy?" asked Lady Lendrick. "What should she know about it?" said he, fiercely; and before she could reply, "I don't suspect she knows a great deal about me— she knows nothing at all about him.” tesy. 66 66 I call this little dinner a success, Lucy," said he, as he stood to say "good-night" on the stairs. Lady Lendrick was unusually amiable, and her daughter-in-law is beyond praise." "She is indeed charming," said Lucy fervently. "I found the Colonel also agreeable less dictatorial than men of his class generally are. I suspect we shall get on well together with further acquaintance; but, as Haire said, I was myself to night, and would have struck sparks out of the dullest rock, so that I must not impute to him what may only have been the reflex of myself. Ah, dear! there was a time when these exertions were the healthful stimulants of my life; now they only weary and excite-good-night, dear child, good-night." As Lady Lendrick and her party drove homeward, not a word was uttered for some minutes after they had taken their seats. It was not till after they had passed out of the grounds, and gained the highroad, that she herself broke silence. "Well, Dudley," said she at last, "is he like my description? was my portrait too highly coloured? "Quite the reverse. It was a faint weak sketch of the great original. In all my life I never met such inordinate vanity and such overweening pretension. I give him the palm as the most conceited man and the greatest bore in Christendom." "Do you wonder now if I couldn't live with him?" asked she, half triumphantly. "I'll not go that far. I think I could live with him if I saw my way to any advantage by it." "I'm certain you could not! The very things you now reprobate are the few endurable traits about him. It is in the resources of his intense conceit he finds what "Well, would you like to live with him "I don't say I'd like it, but I think it might be done," said she, faintly, and scarcely raising her eyes as she spoke. "Of course, then, my intractable temper is the cause of all our incompatibility; my only consolation is, that I have a son and a daughter-in-law so charmingly endowed, that their virtues are more than enough to outweigh my faults." "What I say is this," said the Colonel, sternly "I think the man is a bore, or a bully; but that he needn't be both if one doesn't like it. Now I'd consent to be bored, to escape being bullied, which is precisely the reverse of what you appear to have done." "I am charmed with the perspicuity you display. I hope, Lucy, that it tends to the happiness of your married life, to have a husband so well able to read character." Apparently this was a double-headed shot, for neither spoke for several minutes. I "I declare I almost wish he would put you to the test," said Lady Lendrick. mean, I wish he'd ask you to the Priory." "I fancy it is what he means to do," said Mrs. Sewell, in the same low tone—" at least, he came to me when I was standing in the small drawing-room, and said, 'How would you endure the quiet stillness and uniformity of such a life as I lead here? would its dulness overpower you?'” "Of course you said it would be paradise," broke in her Ladyship; " you hinted all about your own resources, and suchlike." "She did no such thing; she took the pathetic line, put her handkerchief to her eyes, and implied how she would love it, as a refuge from the cruel treatment of a bad husband-eh, am I right?" Harsh and insolent as the words were, the accents in which they were uttered were far more so. "Out with it, madam! was it not something like that you said?” 66 No," said she, gently. "I told Sir William I was supremely happy, blessed in every accident and in every relation of my life, and that hitherto I had never seen the spot which could not suit the glad temper of my heart." "You keep the glad temper confoundedly to yourself then," burst he out. "I wish you were not such a niggard of it." "Dudley, Dudley, I say," cried Lady Lendrick, in a tone of reproof. "I have learned not to mind these amenities," said Mrs. Sewell, in a quiet voice, "and I am only surprised that Colonel Sewell thinks it worth while to continue them." "If it be your intention to become Sir William's guest, I must say such habits will require to be amended,” said her Ladyship, gravely. "So they shall, mother. Your accomplished and amiable husband, as you once called him in a letter to me, shall only see us in our turtle moods, and never be suffered to approach our cage save when we are billing and cooing." The look of aversion he threw at his wife as he spoke was something that words cannot convey; and though she never raised her eyes to meet it, a sickly pallor crept over her cheek as the blight fell on her. "I am to call on him to-morrow, by appointment. I wish he had not said twelve. One has not had his coffee by twelve; but as he said, 'I hope that will not be too early for you,' I felt it better policy to reply, By no means;' and so I must start as if for a journey." "What does he mean by asking you to come at that hour? have you any notion what his business is ?" "Not the least. We were in the hall. I was putting on my coat, when he suddenly turned round and asked me if I could, without inconvenience, drop in about twelve." "I wonder what it can be for." "I'll tell you what I hope it may not be for! I hope it may not be to show me his conservatory, or his Horatian garden, as he pedantically called it, or his fish-ponds. If so, I think I'll invite him some fine morning to turn over all my protested bills, and the various writs issued against me. Bore for Bore, I suspect we shall come out of the encounter pretty equal." "He has some rare gems. I'd not wonder if it was to get you to select a present for Lucy." "If I thought so, I'd take a jeweller with me, as though my friend, to give me a hint as to the value." "He admires you, Lucy, greatly; he told me so as he took me down-stairs." "She has immense success with men of that age: nothing over eighty seems able to resist her." This time she raised her eyes, and they met his, not with their former expression, but full of defiance, and of an insolent meaning, so that after a moment he turned away his gaze, and after a seeming struggle looked abashed and ashamed. "The first change I will ask you to make in that house," said Lady Lendrick, who had noticed this by-play, "if ever you become its inmates, will be to dismiss that tiresome old hanger-on Mr. Haire. I abhor him." "My first reform will be in the sherry. To get rid of that vile sugary compound of horrid nastiness he gives you after soup. The next will be the long-tailed black coachhorses. I don't think a man need celebrate his own funeral every time he goes out for a drive." Haire," resumed Lady Lendrick, in a tone of severity, meant, perhaps, to repress all banter on a serious subject—66 Haire not only supplies food to his vanity, but stimulates his conceit by little daily stories of what the world says of him. I wish he would listen to me on that subject-I wish he would take my version of his place in popular estimation." "I opine that the granddaughter should be got rid of," said the Colonel. "She is a fool only a fool," said Lady Lendrick. "I don't think her a fool," said Mrs. Sewell slowly. "I don't exactly mean so much, but that she has no knowledge of life, and knows nothing whatever of the position she is placed in, nor how to profit by it." "I'd not even go that far," said Mrs. Sewell, in the same quiet tone. "Don't pay too much attention to that," said the Colonel to his mother. "It's one of her ways always to see something in every one that nobody else has discovered." "I made that mistake once too often for my own welfare," said she, in a voice only audible to his ear. "She tells me, mother, that she made that same mistake once too often for her own welfare; which, being interpreted, means in taking me for her husband- a civil speech to make a man in presence of his mother." I begin to think that politeness is not the quality any of us are eager about," said 66 Lady Lendrick; "and I must say I am not at all sorry that the drive is over." "If I had been permitted to smoke, you'd not have been distressed by any conversational excesses on my part," said the Colonel. "I shall know better another time, Dudley; and possibly it would be as well to be suffocated with tobacco as half-choked with anger. Thank heaven we are at the door!" May I take your horses as far as the Club?" asked Sewell as he handed her 66 THE little lodging occupied by Sir Brook and young Lendrick was in a not very distinguished suburb near Cullen's Wood. It was in a small one-storied cottage, whose rickety gate bore the inscription Avoca Villa on a black board, under which, in a form of permanence that indicated frequent changes of domicile, were the words -"Furnished Apartments, and Board if required." A small inclosure, with three hollyhocks in a raised mound in the centre, and a luxurious crop of nettles around, served as garden: a narrow path of very rough shingle conducted to the door. The rooms within were very small, low, and meanly furnished; they bespoke both poverty and neglect; and while the broken windows, the cobwebbed ceiling, and the unwashed floor, all indicated that no attention was bestowed on comfort or even decency, over the fireplace, on a large black frame, was a painting representing the genealogical tree of the house of the proprietor, Daniel O'Reardon, Esquire, the the lineal descendant of Frenok-Dhubh-naBechlish O'Reardon, who was king of West Carbarry, A.D. 703, and who, though at present only a doorkeeper in H. M. Court of Exchequer, had royal blood in his veins, and very kingly thoughts in his head. If a cruel destiny compelled Mr. O'Reardon to serve the Saxon, he "took it out" in a most hearty hatred of his patron. He denounced him when he talked, and he reviled him when he sang. He treasured up paragraphs of all the atrocities of the English press, and he revelled in the severe strictures which the Irish papers bestowed on them. So far as hating went, he was a true patriot. If some people opined that Mr. O'Reardon's political opinions rather partook of what was in vogue some sixty-odd years ago than what characterized our own day, there were others, less generous critics, who scrupled not to say that he was a paid spy of the Government, and that all the secret organization of treason - all the mysterious plotting of rebellion that seems never to die completely out in Ireland were known to and reported by this man to the "Castle." Certain it was that he lived in a way his humble salary at the Four Courts could not have met, and indulged in convivial excesses far beyond the reach of his small pay. When Sir Brook and Tom Lendrick became his lodgers, he speedily saw that they belonged to a class far above what usually resorted to his humble house. However studiously simple they might be in all their demands, they were unmistakably gentlemen; and this fact, coupled with their evident want of all employment or occupation, considerably puzzled Mr. O'Reardon, and set him a-thinking what they could be, who they were, and, as he phrased it, what they were at. No letters came for them, nor, as they themselves gave no names, was there any means of tracing their address; and to his oft-insinuated request, "If any one asks for you, sir, by what name shall I be able to answer?" came the same invariable "No one will call;" and thus was Mr. O'Reardon reduced to designate them to his wife as the "old chap," and the " "young one," titles which Sir Brook and Tom more than once overheard through the frail partitions of the ill-built house. It is not impossible that O'Reardon's peculiar habits and line of life disposed him to attach a greater significance to the seeming mystery that surrounded his lodgers than others might have ascribed; it is probable that custom had led him to suspect every thing that was any way suspicious. These men draw many a cover where there is no fox, but they rarely pass a gorse thicket and leave one undetected. lodgers thus became to him a study. Had he been a man of leisure, he would have devoted the whole of it to their service; he would have dogged their steps, learned their haunts, and watched their acquaintances if they had any. Sunday was, however, his one free day, and by some in His conceivable perversity they usually spent | thoughts should have been on treason and the entire of it at home. bloodshed. : The few books they possessed bore no names; some of them were in foreign languages, and increased thereby Mr. O'Reardon's suspicious distrust, but none gave any clue to their owners. There was another reason for his eagerness and anxiety for a long time back Ireland had been generally in a condition of comparative quiet and prosperity; there was less of distress, and consequently less of outrage. The people seemed at length to rely more upon themselves and their own industry, than on the specious promises of trading politicians, and Mr. O'Reardon, whose functions, I fear, were not above reproach in the matter of secret information, began to fear lest some fine morning he might be told his occupation was gone, and that his employers no longer needed the fine intelligence that could smell treason, even by a sniff: he must, he said, do something to revive the memory of his order, or the chance was it would be extinguished for ever. He had to choose between denouncing them as French emissaries or American sympathizers. A novel of Balzac's that lay on the table decided for the former, for he knew enough to be aware it was in French; and fortified with this fact, he proceeded to draw up his indictment for the Castle. It was, it must be confessed, a very meagre document; it contained little beyond the writer's own suspicions. Two men who were poor enough to live in Avoca Villa, and yet rich enough to do nothing for their livelihood, who gave no names, went out at unseasonable hours, and understood French, ought to be dangerous, and required to be watched, and therefore he gave an accurate description of their general appearance, age, and dress, at the office of the Private Secretary, and asked for his "instructions" in consequence. Mr. O'Reardon was not a bad portraitpainter with his pen, and in the case of Sir Brook there were peculiarities enough to make even a caricature a resemblance: his tall narrow head, his long drooping mustache, his massive gray eyebrows, his look of stern dignity, would have marked him, even without the singularities of dress which recalled the fashions of fifty years before. Little indeed did the old man suspect that his high-collared coat and bell-shaped hat were subjecting him to grave doubts upon his loyalty. Little did he think, as he sauntered at evening along the green lanes in this retired neighbourhood, that his He had come to the little lodging, it is true, for privacy. After his failure in that memorable interview with Sir William Lendrick, he had determined that he would not either importune the Viceroy for place, nor would he be in any way the means of complicating the question between the Government and the Chief Baron by exciting the Lord-Lieutenant's interest in his behalf. "We must change our lodging, Tom," said he, when he came home on that night. I am desirous that for the few days we remain here none should trace nor discover us. I will not accept what are called compensations, nor will I live on here to be either a burden or a reproach to men who were once only my equals." 66 "You found my worthy grandfather somewhat less tractable than you thought for, sir?" asked Tom. "He was very fiery and very haughty, but on the whole there was much that I liked in him. Such vitality in a man of his years is in itself a grand quality, and in even its aggressiveness suggests much to regard. He refused to hear of me for the vacant office, and he would not accept you." "How did he take your proposal to aid us by a loan?" "I never made it. The terms we found ourselves on after half-an-hour's discussion of other matters rendered such a project impossible." "And Lucy-how did she behave through it all?" "She was not there; I did not see her." "So that it turned out as I predicted a mere meeting to exchange amenities." "The amenities were not many, Tom, and I doubt much if your grandfather will treasure up any very delightful recollections of my acquaintance." "I'd like to see the man, woman, or child," burst out Tom, "who ever got out of his cage without a scratch. I don't believe that Europe contains his equal for irascibility." Don't dwell on these views of life," said Sir Brook, almost sternly. "You, nor I, know very little what are the sources of those intemperate outbreaks we so often complain of what sore trials are ulcerating the nature, what agonizing maladies, what secret terrors, what visions of impending misery; least of all do we know or take count of the fact, that it is out of these highstrung temperaments we obtain those thrilling notes of human passion and tenderness coarser natures never attain to. Let us |