years, and how different it might have been, yet. I have nobody but my sister to take and whose fault it all was

me in hand, you know. There was once a This Mr. Cavendish said in a low voice, time when it might have been different but it did not the less horrify aunt Jemima, and he gave Lucilla a look which she thought who felt prepared for any atrocity after it. on the whole it was best to meet. She would have withdrawn, in justice to her “Yes,” said Miss Marjoribanks, with own sense of propriety; but then she thought cruel distinctness, “ there was a time when it was not impossible that he might propose you were the most popular man in Grange to Lucilla on the spot, or take her hand or Lane everybody was fond of you. I resomething, and for propriety's sake she member it as if it had been yesterday,” said stayed.

Lucilla, with a sigh. “Yes,” said Lucilla — and her heart did “ You don't give a man much encouragefor one little moment give a faint thump ment, by Jove !” said the unlucky candidate. against her breast. She could not help “ You remember it like yesterday! It may thinking what a difference it might have be vanity, but I flatter myself I shall still be made to bim, poor fellow, had he been un- found the most popular man in Grange der her lawful and righteous sway these ten Lane." years. But as she looked at him it became Miss Marjoribanks sighed again, but she more and re apparent to Miss

larjori- did not say anything. On the contrary she banks that Mr. Cavendish had gone off, turned to aunt Jemima, who kept in the whatever she herself' might have done. The background an alarmed and alert spectator, outlines of his fine figure bad changed con- to consult her about a shade of wool — and siderably, and his face was a little red, and just then Mr. Cavendish, looking out of the he had the look of a man whose circum- window, saw Major Brown conducting his stances, spiritual and temporal, would not rival through his garden, and shaking hands quite bear a rigid examination. As she with him cordially at the door This was looked at him her pity became tinged more than the patience of the other candiby a certain shade of resentment, to think date could bear. A sudden resolution, hot that after all it was his own fault. She and angry, as are the resolutions of men could not, notwithstanding her natural who feel themselves to have a failing cause, frankness of expression, say to him - “You came into his mind. He had been badgfoolish soul, why didn't you marry me some ered and baited to such an extent (as how, and make a man of yourself?” Lu- he thought) that he had not time to concilla carried honesty very far, but she could sider if it was wise or not. He, too, had not go as far as that. “Yes,” she said, sat to Maria Brown, and commanded once turning her eyes upon him with a sort of the warmest admiration of the household. abstract sympathy, and then she added He thought he would put it to the test, softly - Have you ever seen Her again ? ” and see if after all his popularity was with a lowering of her voice.

only a thing to be remembered likelyesterThis interesting question, which utterly be- day and it was with this intention tbat wildered aunt Jemima, drove Mr. Cavendish he bade a hurried good-by to Lucilla, and wild with rage. Mrs. John said afterwards rushing out, threw himself at once upon the that she felt a shiver go through her as he troubled waves of society, which had once took up the carving-knife, though it was been as smooth as glass to the most popular only to cut some cold beef. He grew wbite man in Grange Lane. all at once, and pressed his lips tightly together, and fixed his eyes on the wall straight before him. “I did not think, after what I once said to you, Miss Marjoribanks, that you would continue to insult my judgment in · MR. CAVENDISH thought he had been an that way,” he said, with a chill which fell object of admiration to Maria Brown, as we upon the whole table, and took the life out have said. He thought of it with a little of everything, and dimmed the very fire in middle-aged complacency, and a confidence the chimney. And after that the conversa- that this vague sentiment would stand the tion was of a sufficiently ordinary descrip- test he was about to apply to it, which did tion until they went back again into the honour to the freshness of his heart. With drawing-room, by which time Mr. Caven- this idea it was Miss Brown he asked for as dish seemed to have concluded that it was he knocked at the Major's door; and he best to pocket the affront.

found them both in the drawing-room, Maria “ I am going to begin my canvass to-mor- with gloves on to hide the honourable stains row,” he said. “I have not seen anybody of her photography, which made her com


paratively useless when she was out of her and Maria, who was quaking over it, did it studio - and her father walking about not even try to say a word to help him in a state of excitement, which was, indeed, and as for Mr. Cavendish, he took up his what Mr. Cavendish expected. The two position on the arm of the sofa, as he used exchanged a guilty look when they saw who to do. But he had a slim youthful figure their visitor was. They looked as people when he used to do it, and now the attimight well look who had been caught in the tude was one which revealed a certain fact and did not know how to get over it. dawning rotundity, very different, as Maria They came forward, both of them, with a afterwards said, from one's idea of Mr. Cavcowardly cordiality and eagerness to wel- endish. He was not aware of it bimself, come him—“How very good of you to but as these two people looked, their simulcome to see us so soon !” Miss Brown said, taneous thought was how much he had and fluttered and looked at her father, and changed. could not tell what more to say. And then a “ Thank you, you are very kind,” said dead pause fell upon them such a pause Mr. Cavendish. « I have been a little lazy, as not unfrequently falls upon people who I am afraid, since I came here; but I expect have got through their mutual greetings al- my agent down to-night, and then, I hope, most with an excess of cordiality. They you'll come over to my place and have a etopped short all at once, and looked at each talk with Woodburn and Centum and the other, and smiled, and made a fatal conscious rest about it. I am a poor tartician, for my effort to talk of something. “ It is so good part. You shall contrive what is best to be of you to come so soon,” Miss Brown repeat- done, and I'll carry it out. I suppose I ed; “ perhaps you have been to see Lucilla,” may expect almost to walk over,” he said. and then she stopped again, slightly trem- It was the confidence of despair that moved ulous, and turned an appealing gaze to her him. The more he saw that his cause was papa.

lost, the more he would make it out that he i I have come to see you,” said Mr. Cav- was sure to win - which is not an unusual endişh, plucking up all his courage. “I state of mind. have been a long time gone, you know, but

“I–I don't know, I am sure,” said poor I have not forgotten Carlingford; and you Major Brown. “ To tell the truth, Imust forgive me for saying that I was very though I can safely say my sympathies are glad to hear I might still come to see always with you, Cavendish — 1 — have Miss Brown. As for Lydia ?” said the can- been so unfortunate as to commit myself, didate, looking about him with a smile. you know. It was quite involuntary, I am

" Ah, Lydia,” said her sister, with a sigh, sure, for I never thought my casual expres6 her eldest is eight, Mr. Cavendish. We sion of opinion likely to have any weight? don't see her so often

should Papa, never will perceive the weight like- marriage makes such a difference. that is attached to his opinion,” said Miss Of course it is quite natural she should be Brown. all for her own family now.”

“ I was not thinking of it in the least, “ Quite natural,” said Mr. Cavendish, Maria,” said the modest Major ; " but the and hen he turned to the Major. “I fact is, it seems to have been that that dedon't think there are quite so many public cided Ashburton to stand; and after drawchanges as I expected to The old ing a man into such a thing, the least one Rector always holds out, and the old Col- can do is to back him out in it. Nobody onel; and you have not done much that I had an idea then, you know, that you were can see about the new paving. You know coming back, my dear fellow. I assure you, what I have come home about, Major; and if I had known I am sure I can count upon you to support “ But even if you had known, you know me,” the candidate said, with a great deal you never meant it, papa,” said Maria. more confidence than he felt in his voice. And Mr. Cavendish sat on the arm of the

Major Brown cleared his throat; his sofa, and put his hands deep into his pockheart was moved by the familiar voice, and ets, and dropped his upper lip, and knit his he could not conceal his embarrassment. eyebrows a little, and listened to the anx“ I hope nothing will ever occur,” he said, ious people excusing themselves. Ile did “to make any difference in the friendly not make any answer one way or another. feelings -1 am sure I shall be very glad He was terribly mortified and disappointto welcome you back permanently to Car- ed, and it went against his pride to make lingford. You may always rest assured of any further remonstrances. When they that," and he held out his hand. But he had done, he got down off his seat and grew red as he thought of his treachery, took his right hand out of his pocket and



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offered it to Miss Brown, who, putting her now to have been sure of his election withown into it, poor soul! with the remem- out paying much for it. He had been livbrance of her ancient allegiance, was like ing fast, and spending a great deal of

money, and this, after all, was the only “Well,” he said, “if that is the case, real ambition he had ever had ; and he suppose I need not bother you any longer. had thought within himself that if he You'll give me your good wishes all the won he would change his mode of life, same. I used to hear of Ashburton some- and turn over a new leaf, and become times, but I never had the least idea he all at


When was so popular. And to tell the truth, I a man has made such a resolution, and don't think he's any great things to brag of feels not only that a mere success but

though I suppose it's not to be expected a moral reformation depends upon his I should appreciate his qualities,” Mr. Cav- victory, he may be permitted to consider en lish added, with a laugh. As for Miss that he has a right to win; and it may be Brown, it was all she could do to keep from divined what his state of mind was when he crying as he went away. She said she could had made the discovery that even his old see, by the way be left the drawing-room, friends did not see his election to be of any that he was a stricken deer; and yet, not- such importance as he did, and could think withstanding this sympathetic feeling, she of a miserable little bit of self-importance or could not but acknowledge, when Miss Mar- gratified vanity more than of his interestsjoribanks mentioned it, that to have been even the women who had once been so such a handsome man, he was inconceivably kind to him! He had just got so far in his

thoughts when he met Mr. Centum, who Mr. Cavendish went up Grange Lane stared for a moment, and then burst into with his hands in his pockets, and tried to one of his great laughs as he greeted him. think that he did not care; but he did care “ Good Lord ! Cavendish, is this you ? I all the same, and was very bitter in his never expected to see you like that!” the mind over the failure of friends and the van- banker said, in his coarse way.

“ You're ity of expectations. The last time he had stouter than I am, old fellow; and such an walked past those garden walls he had Adonis as you used to be !” Mr Caventhought himself sure of the support of Car- dish had to bear all this without giving way lingford, and the personal esteem of all the to his feelings, or even showing them any people in all the houses he was passing. It more than he could help it. Nobody would was after the Archdeacon had broken down spare him that imbecile suggestion as to in his case against the man whom he called how things used to be. To be growing an adventurer, and when Mr. Cavendish stouter than Centum without Centum’s exfelt all the sweetness of being a member cuse of being a well-to-do house-holder and of an oligarchy, and entitled to the sympa- father of a family, and respectable man thy and support of his order. Now he from whom stoutness was expected, was went along the same path with his hat over very bitter to him; but he had to gulp it his ears and his hands in his pockets, and down, and recollect that Centum was as rage and pain in his heart. Whose fault yet the only influential supporter, except was it that his friends had deserted him and his brother-in-law, whom he had in CarlingCarlingford knew him no more? He might ford. as well have asked whose fault it was that “ What have you been doing with yourhe was getting stout and red in the face, self since you came that nobody has seen and has not the same grace of figure nor you?” said Mr. Centum. “If you are to ease of mind as he used to have? He had do any good here, you know we shall have come very near to settling down and be- to look alive." coming a man of domestic respectability in “I have been ill," said the unfortunate this quiet place, and he had just escaped in candidate, with a little natural loss of temtime, and had laughed over it since, and per.

6. You would not have a man to trudge imagined himself, with much glee, an old about at this time of year in all weathers fogie looking after a lot of children. But when he is ill.” the fact is that men do become old fogies “I would not be ill again, if I were you, even when they have no children to look till it's all over,” said Mr. Centum.

« We after, and lose their figure and their elas- shall have to fight every inch of our ground; ticity just as soon and perhaps a little and I tell you that fellow Ashburton knows sooner in the midst of what is called life what he's about — he goes at everything in than in any milder scene of enjoyment. a steady sort of way. He's not brilliant, And it would have been very handy just you know, but he's sure

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“ Brilliant !” said Mr Cavendish, “Iped in his brougham.

The Doctor was should think not. It is Lucilla Marjori- looking very strange that morning, though banks who is putting bim up to it. You nobody had particularly remarked irknow she had an old grudge at me.” pernaps because be smoothed his counte

“Oh, nonsense about Lucilla,” said Mr. nance when he was out of the brougham, Centum. “ I can tell you Ashburton is not which was his refuge when he had anything at all a contemptible adversary. He is to think about. But he stopped suddenly going to work in the cunningest way not to speak to Mr. Cavendish, and perhaps he å woman's sort of thing; and he's not a had not time to perform that ceremony. ladies-man like you,” the banker added, He looked dark and cloudy, and constrained, with a laugh.

and as if he forced himself to speak; which, ** But I am afraid you can't go in for that to be sure, under the circumstances, was sort of thing as you used to do, Cavendish. not so very strange. You should marry, and settle, and be some a I am very glad to see you,” the Doctor steady member of society, now you've said, “ though you were a day too late you, grown so stout.” This was the kind of know. Why didn't you give us warning way in which he was addrussed even by his before we all went and committed ourown supporter, who uttered another great selves? If we had known that you were laugh as he went off upon his busy way. coming". It was a sort of thing Mr. Cavendish was “Ah, that's what old Brown said," said not used to, and he felt it accordingly. To be Mr. Cavendish, with a slight shrug of his sure he knew that he was ten years older, shoulders; which was imprudent, for the and that there were several things which he Major was not so old as the Doctor, and becould not do with the same facility as in sides was a much less important man in his youth. But he had saved up Carling. Grange Lane. ford in his imagination as a spot in which “ So you have been to see old Brown,” he would always be young, and where no- said Dr. Marjoribanks, in his dry way. body should find out the difference; and “ He always was a great admirer of yours. instead of that, it was precisely in Carling, I can't wish you luck, you know, for if you ford that he was fated to hear how changed win we lose" he was, with a frankness which only old Oh, I don't want you to wish me luck. friends would have been justified in using. I don't suppose there can be much compariAs for Lucilla Marjoribanks, she was rather son between my chance and that of a new better looking than otherwise, and abso- man whom nobody ever heard of in my lutely had not gone off. It did not occur time," said the candidate for Carlingford. to Mr. Cavendish that this might be be- " I thought you S otelimen, Doctor, always cause Lucilla at present was not still so old liked to be on the winning side.” as he had been ien years ago, in the period .“ We've a way of making our side the which he now considered his youth. He winning side,” saiu Dr. Marjoribanks, grimwas rather disposed, on the contrary, to ly, for he was touchy where his nationality take a inoral view, and to consider that it was concerned. Health all right, I was her feminine incapacity for going too hope ?” he added, looking at Mr. Cavenfar, which had kept years and amusements dish with that critical medical glance which fiom having their due effect upon Miss shows that a verbal response is quite unMarjoribanks. And, poor fellow, be had necessary. This time there was in the look

He had not been as cara a certain insinuation of doubt on the subful in his life as he might have been had he ject, which was not pleasant. 6. You are stayed at Carlingford ; and now he was getting stout, I see,” Dr. Marjoribanks addpaying the penalty. Such was the edifying cd — not laughing, but as if that too was state of mind which he had come to when poor Mr. Cavendish's fault. he reachel the top of Grove Street. And · Yes, I'm very well,” he answered, there a waft of soft recollections came curtly; but the truth was that he did not across his mind. In the absence of all feel sure that he was quite well after he had sympathy he could not help turning back seen the critical look in Dr. Marjoribanks's to the thought of the enchantress of old eye. who used to sing to him, and listen to him, “You young men always go too fast," and storm at him. Probably he would have said the Doctor, with a strange little smile; ended by strolling along the familiar street, but the term at least was consolatory; anil and canvassing for Mr. Lake's vote, which after that Dr. Marjoribanks quite changed would have done him no good in Carling his tone. “Ilave you heard Woodburn ford, but just then Dr. Marjoribanks stop- taiking of that great crash in town ?” he said

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" that India house, you know - I suppose it's quite true ?”

Quite true," said Mr. Cavendish, THERE were a great many reasons why prompily, and somehow he felt a pleasure this should be a critical period in Miss Marin saying it.' " I got all the particulars to- joribanks's life. For one thing, it was the day in one of my letters - and lots of limit she had always proposed to herself for private people involved, which is always her term of young-ladyhood; and naturally, the way with these old houses,” he added, as she outgrew the age for them, she felt with a mixture of curiosity and malice- disposed to put away childish things. To “ widows, and all sorts of superannuated have the control of scciety in her hands folks."

was a great thing; but still the mere means, “It's a great pity,” said the Doctor : “I without any end, was not worth Lucilla's knew old Linchfield once, the chief partner while — and her Thursdays were almost a - I am very sorry to bear it's true;” and bore to her in her present stage of developthen the two shook hands, and the brough- ment. They occured every week, to be am drove on. As for Mr. Cavendish, he sure, as usual; but the machinery was all made up his mind at once that the Doctor perfect, and went on by itself, and it was was involved, and was not sorry, and felt not in the nature of things that such a light that it was a sort of judicial recompense adjunct of existence should satisfy Lucilla, for his desertion of his friends. And he as she opened out into the ripeness of her went home to tell his sister of it, who shared thirtieth year. It was this that made Mr. in his sentiments. And then it was not Ashburton so interesting to her, and his worth while going out any more that day election a matter into which she entered so

for the electioneering agent, who knew warmly, for she had come to an age at all about it, was not coming till the last which she might have gone into Parliament train. “I suppose I shall have to work herself had there been no disqualification when he is here,” Mr. Cavendish said. And of sex; and when it was almost a necessity in the mean time he threw himself into an for her to make some use of her social ineasy-chair. Perhaps that was why he was fluence. Miss Marjoribanks had her own getting so stout.

ideas in respect to charity, and never went And in the mean time the Doctor went upon ladies committees, nor took any furon visiting his patients. When he came ther share than what was proper and necesback to his brougham between his visits, sary in parish work; and when a woman and went bowling along in that comfortable has an active mind, and still does not care way, along the familiar roads, there was a for parish work, it is a little hard for her to certain glumness upon his face. He was find a “sphere.” And Lucilla, though she not a demonstrative man, but when he was said nothing about a sphere, was still more alone you could tell by certain lines about or less in that condition of mind which has the well-worn cordage of his countenance been so often and so fuily described to the whether all was right with the Doctor; and British public — when the ripe female intelit was easy to see just at this moment that ligence, not having the natural resource of all was not right with him. But he did a nursery and a husband to manage, turns not say anything about it when he got home; inwards, and begins to “ make a protest" on the contrary, he was just at usual, and against the existing order of society, and to told his daughter all about his encounter call the world to account for giving it no with Mr. Cavendish. “A man at his time due occupation -- and to consume itself. of life has no right to get fat- - it's a sort She was not the woman to make protests, ot' thing I don't like to see. And he'll nor to claim for herself the doubiful honours never be a ladies' man no more, Lucilla," of a false position; but she felt all the same said the Doctor, with a gleam of humour that at her age she had outlived the occupa

tions that were sufficient for her youth. To “ He is exactly like George the Fourth, be sure, there were still the dinners to atpapa," said Miss Marjoribanks; and the tend to, a branch of human affairs worthy of Doctor laughed as he sat down to dinner. the weightiest consideration, and she had a If he had anything on his mind he bore it house of her own, as much as if she bad like a hero, and gave no sign; but then, as been half-a-dozen times married; but still Mrs. John very truly remarked, when a there are instincts which go even beyond man does not disclose his annoyances they dinners, and Lucilla had become conscious always tell more upon him in the end. that her capabilities were greater than her

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