-- and sent no one disconsolate away if it was possible to help it. After a moment's hesitation, he gave orders for the admission of this young man. 'If he does not do for that, he may be good for something else," was what John Brownlow said; for it was one of his crotchets, that to help men to work was better than almsgiving. The young man in question had nothing very remarkable in his appearance. He had a frank, straightforward, simple sort of air, which partly, perhaps, arose from the great defect in his face the projection of the upper jaw, which was well garnished with large white teeth. He had, however, merry eyes, of the kind that smile without knowing it whenever they accost another countenance; but his other features were all homely-expressive, but not remarkable. He came in modestly, but he was not afraid; and he stood respectfully and listened to Mr. Brownlow, but there was no servility in his attitude. He had come about the clerk's place, and he was quite ready to give an account of himself. His father had been a non-commissioned officer, but was dead; and his mother wanted his help badly enough. here?" actual trade; and it had occurred to him that The height of the day was over, and the sun was veering towards that point of the compass from which its rays shone in at John Brownlow's windows, when he was asked if he would see a young man who came about the junior clerk's place. Mr. Brownlow had very nearly made up his mind as to who should fill this junior clerk's place: but he was kind-hearted, "Nothing of any importance," said the youth, and he coloured a little. "The fact is, sir, my mother came of richer people than we are now, and they cast her off; and some of them once lived in Masterton. She came to see if she could hear anything of her friends." "And did she?" said John Brownlow, feeling his breath come a little quick. They are all dead long ago," said the young man. "We have all been born in Canada, and we never heard what had happened. •Her moth — I mean her friends, are all dead, I suppose; and Masterton is just as good as any other place to make a beginning in. I should not be afraid if I could get anything to do." "Clerk's salaries are very small," said Mr. Brownlow, without knowing what it was he said. "Yes, but they improve," said his visitor, cheerfully; "and I don't mind what I do. I could make up books or do anything at night, or even have pupils I have done that before. But I beg your pardon for troubling you with all this. If the place is filled upNay, stop- sit down -you interest me," said Mr. Bronwlow. "I like a young fellow who is not easily cast down. Your mother-belongs -to Masterton, I suppose," he added, with a little hesitation; he, that gave way to no man in Dartfordshire for courage and coolness, he was afraid. He confessed it to himself, and felt all the shame of the new sensation, but it had possession of him all the same. "She belongs to the Isle of Man," said the young man, with his frank straightforward look and the smile in his eyes. He answered quite simply and point-blank, having no thought that there was any second meaning in his words; "But she has no friends now that we know of," said the young man, with the unnecessary and persistent explanatoriness of youth, but it was otherwise with him who heard. It is not a dear place, and if your mother has John Brownlow sat silent, utterly confounded. friends". He stared at the young stranger in a blank way, not knowing how to answer or how to conceal or account for the tremendous impression which these simple words made on him. He sat and stared, and his lower lip fell a little, and his eyes grew fixed, so that the youth was terrified, and did not know what to make of it. Of course he seized upon the usual resource of the disconcerted- I beg your pardon," he said, "but I am afraid you are ill." No, no; it is nothing," said Mr. Brownlow. "I knew some people once who came from the Isle of Man. But that is a long time ago. I am sorry she has not found the people she, sought for. But, as you say, there is nothing like work. If you can engross well-though how you should know how to engross after taking pupils and keeping books "We have to do a great many things in the colony," said his young visitor. "If a man wants to live, he must not be particular about what he does. I was two years in a lawyer's office in Paris" "In Paris?" said Mr. Brownlow, with amazement. "I mean in Paris, Canada West," said the youth, with a touch of momentary defiance, as who would say, "and a very much better Paris than any you can boast of here." This little accident did so much good that it enabled Mr. Brownlow to smile, and to shake off the oppression that weighed upon him. It was a relief to be able to question the applicant as to his capabilities, while secretly and rapidly in his own mind he turned over the matter, and asked himself what he should do. Discourage the young man and direct him elsewhere; and gently push him out of Masterton or take him in and be kind to him, and trust in Providence? The panic of the moment suggested the first course, but a better impulse followed. In the first place, it was not easy to discourage a young fellow with those sanguine brown eyes, and blood that ran so quickly in his veins; and if any danger was at hand, it was best to have it near, and be able to study it, and be warned at once how and when it might approach. All this passed rapidly, like an under-current, through John Brownlow's mind, as he sat and asked innumerable questions about the, young applicant's capabilities and antecedents. He did it to gain time, though all young Powys thought was that he had never gone through so severe an examination. The young fellow smiled within himself at the wonderful precision and caution of the old man, with a kind of transatlantic freedom- not that he was republican, but only colonial; not irritated by his employer's superiority, but regarding it as an affair of perhaps only a few days or years. "I will think it over," said Mr. Brownlow at last. "I cannot decide upon anything all at . once. If you settle quietly down and get a situation, I think you may do very well here. "If she has friends here," persisted Mr. Brownlow, "you may be sure they will turn up. Come back to me to-morrow. I will think it all over in the mean time, and give you my answer then. Powys- that is a very good name- there was a Lady Powys here some time ago, who was exceedingly good and kind to the poor. Perhaps it was she whom you sought Oh, no," said the young man, eagerly; "it was my mother's people-a family called", "I am afraid I have an engagement now," said Mr. Brownlow; and then young Powys withdrew, with that quiet sense of shame and compunction which belongs only to his years. He, of course, as was natural, could see nothing of the tragic under-current. It appeared to him only that he was intruding his private affairs, in an unjustifiable way, on his probable patron- -on the man who had been kind to him, and given him hope. "What an ass I am!" he said to himself, as he went away as if he could take any interest in my mother's friends." And it troubled the youth all day to think that he had possibly wearied Mr. Brownlow by his explanations and iteration an idea as mistaken as it was possible to conceive. When he had left the office, the lawyer fell back in his chair, and for a long time neither moved nor spoke. Probably it was the nature of his previous reflections which gave this strange visit so overwhelming an effect. He sat in a kind of stupor, seeing before him, as it appeared in actual bodily presence, the danger which it had startled him this same morning to realize as merely possible. If it had been any other day, he might have heard, without much remarking, all those singular coincidences which now appeared so startling; but they chimed in so naturally, or rather so unnaturally, with the tenor of his thoughts, that his panic was superstitious and overwhelming. He sat a long time without moving, almost without breathing, feeling as if it was some kind of fate that approached him. After so many years that he had not thought of this danger, it seemed to him at last that the thoughts which had entered his mind in the morning must have been premonitions sent by Providence; and at a glance he went over the whole position-the new claimant, the gradually expanding claim, the conflict over it, the money he had locked up in that one doubtful speculation, the sudden diminution of his resources, perhaps the neces sity of selling Brownlows and bringing Sara back to the old house in the High Street where she was born. Such a downfall would have been nothing for himself: for him the old wainscot dining-parlour and all the well-known T reflection and the fresh evening air, and Sara's headache and company, ended by almost curing Mr. Brownlow before he reached home. CHAPTER IV.A LITTLE DINNER. rooms were agreeable and full of pleasant asso-disturbed in the present, and eager with the if you had presented a pistol at his head; and if you had attempted to confess your virtues under the form of spiritual experience, he would have turned from you with disgust. Neither was he in the least freethinking, but a most correct orthodox clergyman, a kind of man, as I have said, not much produced in these times. Besides this indefinite clerical character he had a character of his own, which was not at all indefinite. He was a little red-faced, and sometimes almost jovial in his gaiety, and at the same time he was in possession of a large stock of personal griefs and losses, which had cost him many true tears and heartaches, poor man, but which were very useful to him in the way of his profession. And he had an easy way of turning from the one phase of life to the other, which had a curious effect sometimes upon impartial spectators. But all the same it was perfectly true and genuine. He made himself very agreeable that night at Brownlows, and was full of jest and frolic; but if he had been called to see somebody in trouble as he went home, he would have gone in and drawn forth from his own private stores of past pain, and manifested plainly to the present sufferer that he himself had suffered more bitterly still. He had come through" all the pangs that a man can suffer in this world. He had lost his wife and his children, till nothing was left to him but this one little Fanny and he loved to open his closed-up chambers to your eyes, and to meet your pitiful looks and faltering attempt at consolation; and yet at the same time you would find him very jolly in the evening at Mr. Brownlow's, which hurt the feelings of some sensitive people. His daughter, little Fanny, was pretty and nice, and nothing particular, which suited her position and prospects perfectly well. These were the two principal guests, young Keppel being only a man, as ladies who are in the habit of giving dinners are wont to describe such floating members of the community. And they all talked and made themselves pleasant, and it was as pretty and as lively a little party as you could well have seen. Quantities of flowers and lights, two very pretty girls, and two good-looking young men, were enough, to guarantee its being a very pretty scene; and nobody was afraid of anybody, and everybody could talk, and did so, which answered for the latter part of the description. Such little parties were very frequent at Brownlows. After dinner the two girls had a little talk by themselves. They came floating into the drawing-room with those heaps of white drapery about them which make up for anything that may be intrinsically unamiable in crinoline. Before they went up-stairs, making it ready for them, a noble fire, all red, clear, and glowing, If there is anything; most of us think there is not. If the unthinking male creatures who abuse it only knew the comfort of it! and what a weariness. It saves us! and as for the people who are burnt, it is not because of their crinolines, but because of losing their heads-a calamity to which in all kinds of dresses we are constantly liable. was in the room, and made it glorious; and the pretty things which glittered and reddened and softened in the bright warm atmosphere were countless. There was a bouquet of violets on the table, which was Mr. Pitt the gardener's daily quitrent to Sara for all the honours and emoluments of his situation, so that every kind of ethereal sense was satisfied. Fanny Hardcastle dropped into a very low chair at one side of the fire, where she sat like a swan with her head and throat rising out of the white billowy waves which covered yards of space round about her. Sara, who was at home, drew a stool in front of the fire, and sat down there, heaping up in her turn snow-wreaths upon the rosy hearth. A sudden spark might have swallowed them both in fiery destruction. But the spark happily did not come; and they had their talk in great comfort and content. They touched upon a great many topics, skimming over them, and paying very little heed to logical sequences. And at last they stumbled into metaphysics, and had a curious little dive into the subject of love and love-making, as was not unnatural. It is to be regretted, however, that neither of these young women had very exalted ideas on this point. They were both girls of their period, who recognised the necessity of marriage, and that it was something likely to befall both of them, but had no exaggerated notions of its importance; and, indeed, so far from being utterly absorbed in the anticipation of it, were both far from clear whether they believed in such a thing as love. "I don't think one could ever be so silly as they say in books," said Fanny Hardcastle, "unless one was a great fool-feeling as if everything was changed, you know, as soon as he was out of the room, and feeling one's heart beat when he was coming, and all that stuff; I don't believe it, Sara; do you?" "I don't know," said Sara, making a screen of her pretty laced handkerchief to protect her one has never seen the right sort of man. face from the fire-light; "perhaps it is because only man I have ever seen whom one could really love is papa.' " The Papa!" echoed Fanny, faintly, and with surprise. Perhaps, after all, she had a lingering faith in ordinary delusions; at all events, there was nothing heroic connected in her mind with papas in general; and she could but sit still and gaze and wonder what next the spoiled child would say. "I wonder if mamma was very fond of him," said Sara, meditatively. "She ought to have been, but I daresay she never knew him half as well as I do. That is the dreadful thing. You have to marry them before you know." "Oh, Sara, don't you believe in love at first sight? said Fanny, forgetting her previously expressed sentiments. "I do." with a little impatient motion. "I don't think Sara threw up her drooping head into the air I believe anything about it," she said. "And yet there was once somebody that was fond of you," said little Fanny, breathlessly. I thrown off his balance by the semi-intimacy and Oh, Sara!" said her young companion, with open eyes and mouth, "you will never go so far as that." "Oh yes, I will," said Sara, with calm assurance. "He would not ask me to have any body very old or very hideous; and if he lets it alone I shall never leave him at all, but stay still here." That might be all very well for a time," said the prudent Fanny; "but you would get old, and you couldn't stay here for ever. That is what I am afraid of. Things get so dull when one is old." "Do you think so?" said Sara. "I don't think I should be dull — I have so many things to do." - Oh, you are the luckiest girl in the whole world," said Fanny Hardcastle, with a little sigh. She, for her own part, would not have despised the reversion of Mr. Keppel, and would have been charmed with Jack Brownlow. But such blessings were not for her. She was in no hurry about it; but still, as ever now it was dull occasionally at the Rectory, she could not but feel that when she was old-say, seven-and-twenty or so- it would be duller still; and if accordingly, in the mean time, somebody "nice " would turn upFanny's thoughts went no further than this. And as for Sara, she has already laid her own views on the subjeet before her friends. was. It was just then that Jack Brownlow, leaving the dining-room, invited young Keppel to the great hall door to see what sort of a night it "It looked awfully like frost," Jack said; and they both went with serious countenances to look out, for the hounds were to meet next day. "Smoke! not when we are going back to the ladies," said Keppel, with a reluctance which went far to prove the inclination which Fanny Hardcastle had read in his eyes. "Put yourself into this overcoat," said Jack, "and I'll take you to my room, and perfume you after. The girls don't mind." "Your sister must mind, I am sure," said Keppel. One can't think of any coarse sort of gratification like this I suppose it is a grat ification-in her presence." "Hum," said Jack; "I have her presence every day, you know, and it does not fill me with awe. "It is all very easy for you," said Keppel, as they went down the steps into the cold, and darkness. Poor fellow he had been a little close contact of the little dinner. He had sat by Sara's side, and he had lost his head. He went along by Jack's side rather disconsolate, and not even attempting to light his cigar. "You don't know how well off you are," he said, in touching tones, "whereas another fellow would give his head " "Most fellows I know want their heads for their own affairs," said the unfeeling Jack. "Don't be an ass; you may talk nonsense as much as you like, but you know you never could be such an idiot as to marry at your age.' Marry!" said Keppel, a little startled, and then he breathed forth a profound sigh. "If I had the ghost of a chance," he said, and stopped short, as if despair choked further utterance. As for Jack Brownlow, he was destitute of sensibility, as indeed was suitable to his trade. "I shouldn't say you had in this case," he said, in his imperturbable way; "and all the better for you. You've got to make your way in the world like the rest of us, and I don't think you're the sort of fellow to hang on to a girl with money. It's all very well after a bit, when you've made your way; but no fellow with the least respect for himself should think of such a thing before, say, five and thirty; unless, of course, he is a duke, and has a great family to keep up." "I hope you'll keep to your own standard," said Keppel, with a little bitterness, "unless you think an only son and a duke on equal ground." "Don't sneer," said Jack; "I'm young Brownlow the attorney; you know that as well as I do. I can't go visiting all over the country at my uncle's place and my cousin's place, like you. Brownlows is a sort of a joke to most people, you know. Not that I haven't as much respect for my father and my family as if we were all princes; and I mean to stand by my order. If I ever marry it will be twenty years hence, when I can afford it; and you can't afford it any more than I can. A fellow might love a woman and give up a great deal for her,' Jack added, with a little excitement; 'but, by Jove! I don't think he would be justified in giving up his life." "It depends on what you call life," said Keppel. "I suppose you mean society, and that sort of thing. a few stupid parties and club gossip, and worse. "I don't mean anything of the sort," said Jack, tossing away his cigar; "I mean working out your own career, and making your way. When a fellow goes and marries and settles down, and cuts off all his chances, what use is his youth and his strength to him? It would be hard upon the poor girl to be expected to make up for all that." "I did not know you were such a philosopher, Jack," said his companion, nor so ambitious; but I suppose you're right, in a coldblooded sort of way. Anyhow, if I were that duke " "You'd make an ass of yourself," said young. |