TONY BUTLER. PART VII. CHAPTER XXIV.-A STARLIT NIGHT IN A GARDEN. It was late at night, verging indeed on morning, when Maitland finished his letter. All was silent around, and in the great house the lights were extinguished, and apparently all retired to rest. Lighting his cigar, he strolled out into the garden. The air was perfectly still; and although there was no moon, the sky was spangled over with stars, whose size seemed greater seen through the thin frosty atmosphere. It was pre-eminently the bright clear elastic night of a northern latitude, and the man of pleasure in a thousand shapes, the voluptuary, the viveur, was still able to taste the exquisite enjoy ment of such an hour, as though his appetite for pleasure had not been palled by all the artifices of a life of luxury. He strolled about at random from alley to alley, now stopping to inhale the rich odour of some half-sleeping plant, now loitering at some old fountain, and bathing his temples with the icecold water. He was one of those men-it is not so small a category as it might seem-who fancy that the same gifts which win success socially, would be just as sure to triumph if employed in the wider sphere of the great ambitions of life. He could count the men he had passed, and easily passed, in the race of social intercourse-men who, at a dinner-table or in a drawing-room, had not a tithe of his quickness, his versatility, his wit, or his geniality, and yet, plodding onwards and upwards, had attained station, eminence, and fortune; while he he, well read, accomplished, formed by travel and polished by cultivation-there he was! just as he had begun the world, the only difference being those signs of time that tell as fatally on tempera ment as on vigour; for the same law that makes the hair grey and the cheek wrinkled, renders wit sarcastic and humour malevolent. Maitland believed-honestly believed he was a better man than this one here who held a high command in India, and that other who wrote himself Secretary of State. He knew how little effort it had cost him, long ago, to leave "scores of such fellows" behind at school and at the university; but he, unhappily, so forgot that in the greater battle of life he had made no such efforts, and laid no tax on either his industry or his ability. He tried he did his very best to undervalue, to his own mind, their successes, and even asked himself aloud, Which of them all do I envy? but conscience is stronger than casuistry, however crafty it be, and the answer came not so readily as he wished. Maitland would come at once if there were such a matter in hand.” "I'm not so sure of that; and I am sure that Raikes overheard provocation pass between them, and that the Commodore left this half an hour ago, merely telling Sally that he had forgotten some lease or law paper that he ought to have sent off by post." "If that be the case, there's nothing to be done." "How do you mean nothing to be done?" "I mean, that as Maitland has not consulted me, I have no pretence to know anything about it." "But if you do know it, and if I tell it to you?" "All that would not amount to such knowledge as I could avail myself of. Maitland is not a man with whom any one can take liberties, Alice." "What?" said she, haughtily, and as though she had but partly heard his speech. "I said that no man takes liberties with Maitland." A very insolent laugh from Alice was the answer. 66 "What nonsense all this is! Who is he-what is he, that he must be treated with all this deference?" "It's somewhat too late in the day to ask who and what the man is, of whom every society in Europe contests the possession." "My dear Mark, be reasonable. What have we to do just now with all the courtly flatteries that have been extended to your distinguished friend, or the thousand and one princesses he might have married? What I want is, that he shouldn't, first of all, make a great scandal; and, secondly, shoot a very worthy old neighbour, whose worst sin is being very tiresome." "And what I want is, first, that Maitland shouldn't carry away from this county such an impression, that he'd never endure the thought of revisiting it; and, secondly, I want to go to bed, and so goodnight." Mark, one word-only one," cried she, but he was gone; the bang of a heavy door resounded, and then a deep silence showed she was alone. Maitland watched her as she paced the terrace from end to end with impatient steps. There was a secret pleasure in his heart as he marked all the agitation that moved her, and thought what a share he -did she show himself had in it all. At last she "Come, come," cried Mark, angrily. All these scornful airs are not in keeping with what you yourself wrote about Maitland to Bella just two days ago." "And had Bellayou my letters?" "I don't believe she intended me to see the turned-down bit at the end; but I did see it, and I read a very smart sketch of Norman Maitland, but not done by an unfriendly hand." "It's not too late to revoke my opinion," said she, passionately. "But this is all quite beside what I'm thinking of. Will you go down and see Mr Maitland?" "He's in bed and asleep an hour ago." "He is not. I can see the light on the gravel from his windows; and if he were asleep, he could be awakened, I suppose." "I have not the slightest pretext to obtrude upon him, Alice." have begun, and I'll go on. Let us walk this way, for I want to speak with you." "Will you take my arm ?" said Maitland, but without anything of gallantry in his tone. "No-yes, I will," said she, hurriedly; and now for some paces they moved along side by side in silence. "Mr Maitland," said she at last, "a silly speech I made to-day at dinner has led to a most serious result, and Commodore Graham and you have quarrelled." "Forgive me if I interrupt you. Nothing that fell from you has occasioned any rupture between Commodore Graham and myself; for that I can pledge my word of honour." "But you have quarrelled. Don't deny it." "We had a very stupid discussion, and a difference; and I believe, if the Commodore would have vouchsafed me a patient hearing, he would have seen that he had really nothing to complain of on my part. I am quite ready to make the same explanation to any friend he will depute to receive it." "It was, however, what I said about your driving over with Miss Rebecca Graham to the Burnside that led to all this?" "Nothing of the kind, I assure you.' "Well, I don't care for the reason," said she, impatiently; "but you have had a quarrel, and are about to settle it by a duel. I have no doubt," continued she, more rapidly, "that you, Mr Mait land, can treat this sort of thing very lightly. I suppose it is part of your code as man of the world to do so but this old man is a father; his life, however little you may think of it, is of very great consequence to his family; he is an old friend and neighbour whom we all care for, and any mishap that might befall him would be a calamity to us all.” Having given the sketch of one of so much value to his friends, I am waiting now to hear of the other whom nobody is interested for." "This is no time for sarcasm, however witty, Mr Maitland; and I am sure your better feeling will tell you that I could not have come here to listen to it. Do not be offended with me for my bluntness, nor refuse what I have asked you.' "You have not asked anything from me," said he, smiling. "Well, I will now," said she, with more courage in her tone; "I will ask you not to go any farther in this affair,-to pledge your word to me that it shall stop here." "Remember I am but one; any promise I may make you can only take effect with the concurrence of another." "I know nothing-I want to know nothing-of these subtleties; tell me flatly you'll not give this old man a meeting.' "I will, if you'll only say how I am to avoid it. No, no; do not be angry with me," said he, slightly touching the hand that rested on his arm. "I'd do far more than this to win one, even the faintest smile that ever said, 'I thank you ;' but there is a difficulty here. You don't know with what he charges me." "Perhaps I suspect it." "It is that, after paying most marked attention to his daughter, I have suddenly ceased to follow up my suit, and declared that I meant nothing by it." "Well?" said she, quietly. "Well," repeated he. "Surely no one knows better than you that there was no foundation for this." "I how should I know it?" "At all events,” replied he, with some irritation of manner, you couldn't believe it." 66 "I declare I don't know," said she, hesitatingly, for the spirit of drollery had got the better even of the deep interest of the moment. "I declare I don't know, Mr Mait land. There is a charm in the manner of an unsophisticated country girl which men of the world are often the very first to acknowledge." "Charming unsophistication!" muttered he, half aloud. "At all events, Mr Maitland, it is no reason that because you don't admire a young lady, you are to shoot her papa. "How delightfully illogical you are!" said he, and, strangely enough, there was an honest admiration in the way he said it. "I don't want to convince, sir; I want to be obeyed. What I insist upon is, that this matter shall end here. Do you mind, Mr Maitland, that it end here?" "Only show me how, and I obey you." "Do you mean to say that, with all your tact and cleverness, you cannot find a means of showing that you have been misapprehended, that you are deeply mortified at being misunderstood, that by an expression of great humility — do you know how to be humble?" "I can be abject," said he, with a peculiar smile. "I should really like to see you abject!" said she, laughingly. Do so then," cried he, dropping on his knee before her, while he still held her hand, but with a very different tone of voice—a voice now tremulous with earnest feeling-continued, "There can be no humility deeper than that with which I ask your forgiveness for one word I spoke to you this evening. If you but knew all the misery it has caused me." "Mr Maitland, this mockery is a just rebuke for my presence here. If I had not stooped to such a step, you would never have dared this.' "It is no mockery to say what my heart is full of, and what you will not deny you have read there. No, Alice, you may reject my love; you cannot pretend to ignore it." Though she started as he called her Alice, she said nothing, but only VOL. XCV.-NO. DLXXXII. withdrew her hand. At last she said, "I don't think this is very generous of you. I came to ask a great favour at your hands, and you would place me in a position not to accept it." "So far from that," said he, rising, "I distinctly tell you that I place all, even my honour, at your feet, and without one shadow of a condition. You say you came here to ask me a favour, and my answer is, that I accord whatever you ask, and make no favour of it. Now what is it you wish me to do?" "It's very hard not to believe you sincere when you speak in this way," said she, in a low voice. Don't try," said he, in the same low tone. "You promise me, then, that nothing shall come of this?" "I do," said he, seriously. "And that you will make any amends the Commodore's friend may suggest? Come, come," said she, laughing, "I never meant that you were to marry the young lady." "I really don't know how far you were going to put my devotion to the test." The pleasantness with which he spoke this so amused her that she broke again into laughter, and laughed heartily too. "Confess," said she, at last-" confess it's the only scrape you did not see your way out of!" "I am ready to confess it's the only occasion in my life in which I had to place my honour in the hands of a lady." "Well, let us see if a lady cannot be as adroit as a gentleman in such an affair; and now, as you are in my hands, Mr Maitland-completely in my hands-I am peremptory, and my first orders are, that you keep close arrest. Raikes will see that you are duly fed, and that you have your letters and the newspapers; but mind, on any account, no visitors without my express leave: do you hear me, sir?" "I do; and all I would say is this, that if the tables should ever turn, and it would be my place to 2 G If "Be it so," said he, sadly, and turned away. After he had walked a few paces, he stopped and turned round; but she was already gone, how and in what direction, he knew not. He hurried first one way, then another, but without success. she had passed into the house-and of course she had-with what speed she must have gone! Thoughtful, but not unhappy, he returned to his room, if not fully assured that he had done what was wisest, well disposed to hope favourably for the future. CHAPTER XXV.-JEALOUS TRIALS. When Mrs Maxwell learned in the morning that Mr Maitland was indisposed and could not leave his room, that the Commodore had gone off in the night, and Mark and Mrs Trafford had started by daybreak, her amazement became so insupportable that she hastened from one of her guests to the other, vainly asking them to explain these mysteries. 66 "What a fidgety old woman she is!" said Beck Graham, who had gone over to Bella Lyle, then a prisoner in her room from a slight cold. She has been rushing over the whole house inquiring if it be possible that my father has run away with Alice, that your brother is in pursuit of them, and Mr Maitland taken poison in a moment of despair. At all events, she has set every one guessing and gossiping at such a rate that all thought of archery is forgotten, and even our private theatricals have lost their interest in presence of this real drama." "How absurd!" said Bella, languidly. "Yes, it's very absurd to fill one's house with company, and give them no better amusement than the chitchat of a boarding-house. I declare I have no patience with her." "Where did your father go?" "He went over to Port Graham. He suddenly bethought him of a lease-I think it was a lease-he ought to have sent off by post, and he was so eager about it that he started without saying good-bye. And Mark what of him and Alice?" "There's all the information I can give you," and she handed her a card with one line in pencil : "Good-bye till evening, Bella. You were asleep when I came in.— ALICE." "How charmingly mysterious! And you have no idea where they've gone?" "Not the faintest; except, perhaps, back to the Abbey for some costumes that they wanted for that 'great tableau.'" "I don't think so," said she, bluntly. "I suspect-shall I tell you what I suspect? But it's just as likely you'll be angry, for you Lyles will never hear anything said of one of you. Yes, you may smile, my dear, but it's well known, and I'm not the first who has said it." "If that be true, Beck, it were best not to speak of people who are so excessively thin-skinned." "I don't know that. I don't see why you are to be indulged any more than your neighbours. I suppose every one must take his share of that sort of thing." Bella merely smiled, and Rebecca continued: "What I was going to say was this and of course you are |