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Title: The Dynamiter

Author: Robert Louis Stevenson and Fanny van de Grift Stevenson

Release Date: September, 1996  [EBook #647]
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Transcribed from the 1903 Longmans, Green And Co. edition by David
Price, email



Gentlemen,--In the volume now in your hands, the authors have
touched upon that ugly devil of crime, with which it is your glory
to have contended.  It were a waste of ink to do so in a serious
spirit.  Let us dedicate our horror to acts of a more mingled
strain, where crime preserves some features of nobility, and where
reason and humanity can still relish the temptation.  Horror, in
this case, is due to Mr. Parnell:  he sits before posterity silent,
Mr. Forster's appeal echoing down the ages.  Horror is due to
ourselves, in that we have so long coquetted with political crime;
not seriously weighing, not acutely following it from cause to
consequence; but with a generous, unfounded heat of sentiment, like
the schoolboy with the penny tale, applauding what was specious.
When it touched ourselves (truly in a vile shape), we proved false
to the imaginations; discovered, in a clap, that crime was no less
cruel and no less ugly under sounding names; and recoiled from our
false deities.

But seriousness comes most in place when we are to speak of our
defenders.  Whoever be in the right in this great and confused war
of politics; whatever elements of greed, whatever traits of the
bully, dishonour both parties in this inhuman contest;--your side,
your part, is at least pure of doubt.  Yours is the side of the
child, of the breeding woman, of individual pity and public trust.
If our society were the mere kingdom of the devil (as indeed it
wears some of his colours) it yet embraces many precious elements
and many innocent persons whom it is a glory to defend.  Courage
and devotion, so common in the ranks of the police, so little
recognised, so meagrely rewarded, have at length found their
commemoration in an historical act.  History, which will represent
Mr. Parnell sitting silent under the appeal of Mr. Forster, and
Gordon setting forth upon his tragic enterprise, will not forget
Mr. Cole carrying the dynamite in his defenceless hands, nor Mr.
Cox coming coolly to his aid.

Robert Louis Stevenson
Fanny Van De Grift Stevenson


It is within the bounds of possibility that you may take up this
volume, and yet be unacquainted with its predecessor:  the first
series of NEW ARABIAN NIGHTS.  The loss is yours--and mine; or to
be more exact, my publishers'.  But if you are thus unlucky, the
least I can do is to pass you a hint.  When you shall find a
reference in the following pages to one Theophilus Godall of the
Bohemian Cigar Divan in Rupert Street, Soho, you must be prepared
to recognise, under his features, no less a person than Prince
Florizel of Bohemia, formerly one of the magnates of Europe, now
dethroned, exiled, impoverished, and embarked in the tobacco trade.

R. L. S.





In the city of encounters, the Bagdad of the West, and, to be more
precise, on the broad northern pavement of Leicester Square, two
young men of five- or six-and-twenty met after years of separation.
The first, who was of a very smooth address and clothed in the best
fashion, hesitated to recognise the pinched and shabby air of his

'What!' he cried, 'Paul Somerset!'

'I am indeed Paul Somerset,' returned the other, 'or what remains
of him after a well-deserved experience of poverty and law.  But in
you, Challoner, I can perceive no change; and time may be said,
without hyperbole, to write no wrinkle on your azure brow.'

'All,' replied Challoner, 'is not gold that glitters.  But we are
here in an ill posture for confidences, and interrupt the movement
of these ladies.  Let us, if you please, find a more private

'If you will allow me to guide you,' replied Somerset, 'I will
offer you the best cigar in London.'

And taking the arm of his companion, he led him in silence and at a
brisk pace to the door of a quiet establishment in Rupert Street,
Soho.  The entrance was adorned with one of those gigantic
Highlanders of wood which have almost risen to the standing of
antiquities; and across the window-glass, which sheltered the usual
display of pipes, tobacco, and cigars, there ran the gilded legend:
'Bohemian Cigar Divan, by T. Godall.'  The interior of the shop was
small, but commodious and ornate; the salesman grave, smiling, and
urbane; and the two young men, each puffing a select regalia, had
soon taken their places on a sofa of mouse-coloured plush and
proceeded to exchange their stories.

'I am now,' said Somerset, 'a barrister; but Providence and the
attorneys have hitherto denied me the opportunity to shine.  A
select society at the Cheshire Cheese engaged my evenings; my
afternoons, as Mr. Godall could testify, have been generally passed
in this divan; and my mornings, I have taken the precaution to
abbreviate by not rising before twelve.  At this rate, my little
patrimony was very rapidly, and I am proud to remember, most
agreeably expended.  Since then a gentleman, who has really nothing
else to recommend him beyond the fact of being my maternal uncle,
deals me the small sum of ten shillings a week; and if you behold
me once more revisiting the glimpses of the street lamps in my
favourite quarter, you will readily divine that I have come into a

'I should not have supposed so,' replied Challoner.  'But doubtless
I met you on the way to your tailors.'

'It is a visit that I purpose to delay,' returned Somerset, with a
smile.  'My fortune has definite limits.  It consists, or rather
this morning it consisted, of one hundred pounds.'

'That is certainly odd,' said Challoner; 'yes, certainly the
coincidence is strange.  I am myself reduced to the same margin.'

'You!' cried Somerset.  'And yet Solomon in all his glory--'

'Such is the fact.  I am, dear boy, on my last legs,' said
Challoner.  'Besides the clothes in which you see me, I have
scarcely a decent trouser in my wardrobe; and if I knew how, I
would this instant set about some sort of work or commerce.  With a
hundred pounds for capital, a man should push his way.'

'It may be,' returned Somerset; 'but what to do with mine is more
than I can fancy.  Mr. Godall,' he added, addressing the salesman,
'you are a man who knows the world:  what can a young fellow of
reasonable education do with a hundred pounds?'

'It depends,' replied the salesman, withdrawing his cheroot.  'The
power of money is an article of faith in which I profess myself a
sceptic.  A hundred pounds will with difficulty support you for a
year; with somewhat more difficulty you may spend it in a night;
and without any difficulty at all you may lose it in five minutes
on the Stock Exchange.  If you are of that stamp of man that rises,
a penny would be as useful; if you belong to those that fall, a
penny would be no more useless.  When I was myself thrown
unexpectedly upon the world, it was my fortune to possess an art:
I knew a good cigar.  Do you know nothing, Mr. Somerset?'

'Not even law,' was the reply.

'The answer is worthy of a sage,' returned Mr. Godall.  'And you,
sir,' he continued, turning to Challoner, 'as the friend of Mr.
Somerset, may I be allowed to address you the same question?'

'Well,' replied Challoner, 'I play a fair hand at whist.'

'How many persons are there in London,' returned the salesman, 'who
have two-and-thirty teeth?  Believe me, young gentleman, there are
more still who play a fair hand at whist.  Whist, sir, is wide as
the world; 'tis an accomplishment like breathing.  I once knew a
youth who announced that he was studying to be Chancellor of
England; the design was certainly ambitious; but I find it less
excessive than that of the man who aspires to make a livelihood by

'Dear me,' said Challoner, 'I am afraid I shall have to fall to be
a working man.'

'Fall to be a working man?' echoed Mr. Godall.  'Suppose a rural
dean to be unfrocked, does he fall to be a major? suppose a captain
were cashiered, would he fall to be a puisne judge?  The ignorance
of your middle class surprises me.  Outside itself, it thinks the
world to lie quite ignorant and equal, sunk in a common
degradation; but to the eye of the observer, all ranks are seen to
stand in ordered hierarchies, and each adorned with its particular
aptitudes and knowledge.  By the defects of your education you are
more disqualified to be a working man than to be the ruler of an
empire.  The gulf, sir, is below; and the true learned arts--those
which alone are safe from the competition of insurgent laymen--are
those which give his title to the artisan.'

'This is a very pompous fellow,' said Challoner, in the ear of his

'He is immense,' said Somerset.

Just then the door of the divan was opened, and a third young
fellow made his appearance, and rather bashfully requested some
tobacco.  He was younger than the others; and, in a somewhat
meaningless and altogether English way, he was a handsome lad.
When he had been served, and had lighted his pipe and taken his
place upon the sofa, he recalled himself to Challoner by the name
of Desborough.

'Desborough, to be sure,' cried Challoner.  'Well, Desborough, and
what do you do?'

'The fact is,' said Desborough, 'that I am doing nothing.'

'A private fortune possibly?' inquired the other.

'Well, no,' replied Desborough, rather sulkily.  'The fact is that
I am waiting for something to turn up.'

'All in the same boat!' cried Somerset.  'And have you, too, one
hundred pounds?'

'Worse luck,' said Mr. Desborough.

'This is a very pathetic sight, Mr. Godall,' said Somerset:  'Three

'A character of this crowded age,' returned the salesman.

'Sir,' said Somerset, 'I deny that the age is crowded; I will admit
one fact, and one fact only:  that I am futile, that he is futile,
and that we are all three as futile as the devil.  What am I?  I
have smattered law, smattered letters, smattered geography,
smattered mathematics; I have even a working knowledge of judicial
astrology; and here I stand, all London roaring by at the street's
end, as impotent as any baby.  I have a prodigious contempt for my
maternal uncle; but without him, it is idle to deny it, I should
simply resolve into my elements like an unstable mixture.  I begin
to perceive that it is necessary to know some one thing to the
bottom--were it only literature.  And yet, sir, the man of the
world is a great feature of this age; he is possessed of an
extraordinary mass and variety of knowledge; he is everywhere at
home; he has seen life in all its phases; and it is impossible but
that this great habit of existence should bear fruit.  I count
myself a man of the world, accomplished, CAP-A-PIE.  So do you,
Challoner.  And you, Mr. Desborough?'

'Oh yes,' returned the young man.

'Well then, Mr. Godall, here we stand, three men of the world,
without a trade to cover us, but planted at the strategic centre of
the universe (for so you will allow me to call Rupert Street), in
the midst of the chief mass of people, and within ear-shot of the
most continuous chink of money on the surface of the globe.  Sir,
as civilised men, what do we do?  I will show you.  You take in a

'I take,' said Mr. Godall solemnly, 'the best paper in the world,
the Standard.'

'Good,' resumed Somerset.  'I now hold it in my hand, the voice of
the world, a telephone repeating all men's wants.  I open it, and
where my eye first falls--well, no, not Morrison's Pills--but here,
sure enough, and but a little above, I find the joint that I was
seeking; here is the weak spot in the armour of society.  Here is a
want, a plaint, an offer of substantial gratitude:  "TWO HUNDRED
POUNDS REWARD.--The above reward will be paid to any person giving
information as to the identity and whereabouts of a man observed
yesterday in the neighbourhood of the Green Park.  He was over six
feet in height, with shoulders disproportionately broad, close
shaved, with black moustaches, and wearing a sealskin great-coat."
There, gentlemen, our fortune, if not made, is founded.'

'Do you then propose, dear boy, that we should turn detectives?'
inquired Challoner.

'Do I propose it?  No, sir,' cried Somerset.  'It is reason,
destiny, the plain face of the world, that commands and imposes it.
Here all our merits tell; our manners, habit of the world, powers
of conversation, vast stores of unconnected knowledge, all that we
are and have builds up the character of the complete detective.  It
is, in short, the only profession for a gentleman.'

'The proposition is perhaps excessive,' replied Challoner; 'for
hitherto I own I have regarded it as of all dirty, sneaking, and
ungentlemanly trades, the least and lowest.'

'To defend society?' asked Somerset; 'to stake one's life for
others? to deracinate occult and powerful evil?  I appeal to Mr.
Godall.  He, at least, as a philosophic looker-on at life, will
spit upon such philistine opinions.  He knows that the policeman,
as he is called upon continually to face greater odds, and that
both worse equipped and for a better cause, is in form and essence
a more noble hero than the soldier.  Do you, by any chance, deceive
yourself into supposing that a general would either ask or expect,
from the best army ever marshalled, and on the most momentous
battle-field, the conduct of a common constable at Peckham Rye?'

'I did not understand we were to join the force,' said Challoner.

'Nor shall we.  These are the hands; but here--here, sir, is the
head,' cried Somerset.  'Enough; it is decreed.  We shall hunt down
this miscreant in the sealskin coat.'

'Suppose that we agreed,' retorted Challoner, 'you have no plan, no
knowledge; you know not where to seek for a beginning.'

'Challoner!' cried Somerset, 'is it possible that you hold the
doctrine of Free Will?  And are you devoid of any tincture of
philosophy, that you should harp on such exploded fallacies?
Chance, the blind Madonna of the Pagan, rules this terrestrial
bustle; and in Chance I place my sole reliance.  Chance has brought
us three together; when we next separate and go forth our several
ways, Chance will continually drag before our careless eyes a
thousand eloquent clues, not to this mystery only, but to the
countless mysteries by which we live surrounded.  Then comes the
part of the man of the world, of the detective born and bred.  This
clue, which the whole town beholds without comprehension, swift as
a cat, he leaps upon it, makes it his, follows it with craft and
passion, and from one trifling circumstance divines a world.'

'Just so,' said Challoner; 'and I am delighted that you should
recognise these virtues in yourself.  But in the meanwhile, dear
boy, I own myself incapable of joining.  I was neither born nor
bred as a detective, but as a placable and very thirsty gentleman;
and, for my part, I begin to weary for a drink.  As for clues and
adventures, the only adventure that is ever likely to occur to me
will be an adventure with a bailiff.'

'Now there is the fallacy,' cried Somerset.  'There I catch the
secret of your futility in life.  The world teems and bubbles with
adventure; it besieges you along the street:  hands waving out of
windows, swindlers coming up and swearing they knew you when you
were abroad, affable and doubtful people of all sorts and
conditions begging and truckling for your notice.  But not you:
you turn away, you walk your seedy mill round, you must go the
dullest way.  Now here, I beg of you, the next adventure that
offers itself, embrace it in with both your arms; whatever it
looks, grimy or romantic, grasp it.  I will do the like; the devil
is in it, but at least we shall have fun; and each in turn we shall
narrate the story of our fortunes to my philosophic friend of the
divan, the great Godall, now hearing me with inward joy.  Come, is
it a bargain?  Will you, indeed, both promise to welcome every
chance that offers, to plunge boldly into every opening, and,
keeping the eye wary and the head composed, to study and piece
together all that happens?  Come, promise:  let me open to you the
doors of the great profession of intrigue.'

'It is not much in my way,' said Challoner, 'but, since you make a
point of it, amen.'

'I don't mind promising,' said Desborough, 'but nothing will happen
to me.'

'O faithless ones!' cried Somerset.  'But at least I have your
promises; and Godall, I perceive, is transported with delight.'

'I promise myself at least much pleasure from your various
narratives,' said the salesman, with the customary calm polish of
his manner.

'And now, gentlemen,' concluded Somerset, 'let us separate.  I
hasten to put myself in fortune's way.  Hark how, in this quiet
corner, London roars like the noise of battle; four million
destinies are here concentred; and in the strong panoply of one
hundred pounds, payable to the bearer, I am about to plunge into
that web.'


Mr. Edward Challoner had set up lodgings in the suburb of Putney,
where he enjoyed a parlour and bedroom and the sincere esteem of
the people of the house.  To this remote home he found himself, at
a very early hour in the morning of the next day, condemned to set
forth on foot.  He was a young man of a portly habit; no lover of
the exercises of the body; bland, sedentary, patient of delay, a
prop of omnibuses.  In happier days he would have chartered a cab;
but these luxuries were now denied him; and with what courage he
could muster he addressed himself to walk.

It was then the height of the season and the summer; the weather
was serene and cloudless; and as he paced under the blinded houses
and along the vacant streets, the chill of the dawn had fled, and
some of the warmth and all the brightness of the July day already
shone upon the city.  He walked at first in a profound abstraction,
bitterly reviewing and repenting his performances at whist; but as
he advanced into the labyrinth of the south-west, his ear was
gradually mastered by the silence.  Street after street looked down
upon his solitary figure, house after house echoed upon his passage
with a ghostly jar, shop after shop displayed its shuttered front
and its commercial legend; and meanwhile he steered his course,
under day's effulgent dome and through this encampment of diurnal
sleepers, lonely as a ship.

'Here,' he reflected, 'if I were like my scatter-brained companion,
here were indeed the scene where I might look for an adventure.
Here, in broad day, the streets are secret as in the blackest night
of January, and in the midst of some four million sleepers,
solitary as the woods of Yucatan.  If I but raise my voice I could
summon up the number of an army, and yet the grave is not more
silent than this city of sleep.'

He was still following these quaint and serious musings when he
came into a street of more mingled ingredients than was common in
the quarter.  Here, on the one hand, framed in walls and the green
tops of trees, were several of those discreet, bijou residences on
which propriety is apt to look askance.  Here, too, were many of
the brick-fronted barracks of the poor; a plaster cow, perhaps,
serving as ensign to a dairy, or a ticket announcing the business
of the mangler.  Before one such house, that stood a little
separate among walled gardens, a cat was playing with a straw, and
Challoner paused a moment, looking on this sleek and solitary
creature, who seemed an emblem of the neighbouring peace.  With the
cessation of the sound of his own steps the silence fell dead; the
house stood smokeless:  the blinds down, the whole machinery of
life arrested; and it seemed to Challoner that he should hear the
breathing of the sleepers.

As he so stood, he was startled by a dull and jarring detonation
from within.  This was followed by a monstrous hissing and
simmering as from a kettle of the bigness of St. Paul's; and at the
same time from every chink of door and window spirted an ill-
smelling vapour.  The cat disappeared with a cry.  Within the
lodging-house feet pounded on the stairs; the door flew back,
emitting clouds of smoke; and two men and an elegantly dressed
young lady tumbled forth into the street and fled without a word.
The hissing had already ceased, the smoke was melting in the air,
the whole event had come and gone as in a dream, and still
Challoner was rooted to the spot.  At last his reason and his fear
awoke together, and with the most unwonted energy he fell to

Little by little this first dash relaxed, and presently he had
resumed his sober gait and begun to piece together, out of the
confused report of his senses, some theory of the occurrence.  But
the occasion of the sounds and stench that had so suddenly assailed
him, and the strange conjunction of fugitives whom he had seen to
issue from the house, were mysteries beyond his plummet.  With an
obscure awe he considered them in his mind, continuing, meanwhile,
to thread the web of streets, and once more alone in morning

In his first retreat he had entirely wandered; and now, steering
vaguely west, it was his luck to light upon an unpretending street,
which presently widened so as to admit a strip of gardens in the
midst.  Here was quite a stir of birds; even at that hour, the
shadow of the leaves was grateful; instead of the burnt atmosphere
of cities, there was something brisk and rural in the air; and
Challoner paced forward, his eyes upon the pavement and his mind
running upon distant scenes, till he was recalled, upon a sudden,
by a wall that blocked his further progress.  This street, whose
name I have forgotten, is no thoroughfare.

He was not the first who had wandered there that morning; for as he
raised his eyes with an agreeable deliberation, they alighted on
the figure of a girl, in whom he was struck to recognise the third
of the incongruous fugitives.  She had run there, seemingly,
blindfold; the wall had checked her career:  and being entirely
wearied, she had sunk upon the ground beside the garden railings,
soiling her dress among the summer dust.  Each saw the other in the
same instant of time; and she, with one wild look, sprang to her
feet and began to hurry from the scene.

Challoner was doubly startled to meet once more the heroine of his
adventure, and to observe the fear with which she shunned him.
Pity and alarm, in nearly equal forces, contested the possession of
his mind; and yet, in spite of both, he saw himself condemned to
follow in the lady's wake.  He did so gingerly, as fearing to
increase her terrors; but, tread as lightly as he might, his
footfalls eloquently echoed in the empty street.  Their sound
appeared to strike in her some strong emotion; for scarce had he
begun to follow ere she paused.  A second time she addressed
herself to flight; and a second time she paused.  Then she turned
about, and with doubtful steps and the most attractive appearance
of timidity, drew near to the young man.  He on his side continued
to advance with similar signals of distress and bashfulness.  At
length, when they were but some steps apart, he saw her eyes brim
over, and she reached out both her hands in eloquent appeal.

'Are you an English gentleman?' she cried.

The unhappy Challoner regarded her with consternation.  He was the
spirit of fine courtesy, and would have blushed to fail in his
devoirs to any lady; but, in the other scale, he was a man averse
from amorous adventures.  He looked east and west; but the houses
that looked down upon this interview remained inexorably shut; and
he saw himself, though in the full glare of the day's eye, cut off
from any human intervention.  His looks returned at last upon the
suppliant.  He remarked with irritation that she was charming both
in face and figure, elegantly dressed and gloved; a lady
undeniable; the picture of distress and innocence; weeping and lost
in the city of diurnal sleep.

'Madam,' he said, 'I protest you have no cause to fear intrusion;
and if I have appeared to follow you, the fault is in this street,
which has deceived us both.'  An unmistakable relief appeared upon
the lady's face.  'I might have guessed it!' she exclaimed.  'Thank
you a thousand times!  But at this hour, in this appalling silence,
and among all these staring windows, I am lost in terrors--oh, lost
in them!' she cried, her face blanching at the words.  'I beg you
to lend me your arm,' she added with the loveliest, suppliant
inflection.  'I dare not go alone; my nerve is gone--I had a shock,
oh, what a shock!  I beg of you to be my escort.'

'My dear madam,' responded Challoner heavily, 'my arm is at your

'She took it and clung to it for a moment, struggling with her
sobs; and the next, with feverish hurry, began to lead him in the
direction of the city.  One thing was plain, among so much that was
obscure:  it was plain her fears were genuine.  Still, as she went,
she spied around as if for dangers; and now she would shiver like a
person in a chill, and now clutch his arm in hers.  To Challoner
her terror was at once repugnant and infectious; it gained and
mastered, while it still offended him; and he wailed in spirit and
longed for release.

'Madam,' he said at last, 'I am, of course, charmed to be of use to
any lady; but I confess I was bound in a direction opposite to that
you follow, and a word of explanation--'

'Hush!' she sobbed, 'not here--not here!'

The blood of Challoner ran cold.  He might have thought the lady
mad; but his memory was charged with more perilous stuff; and in
view of the detonation, the smoke and the flight of the ill-
assorted trio, his mind was lost among mysteries.  So they
continued to thread the maze of streets in silence, with the speed
of a guilty flight, and both thrilling with incommunicable terrors.
In time, however, and above all by their quick pace of walking, the
pair began to rise to firmer spirits; the lady ceased to peer about
the corners; and Challoner, emboldened by the resonant tread and
distant figure of a constable, returned to the charge with more of
spirit and directness.

'I thought,' said he, in the tone of conversation, 'that I had
indistinctly perceived you leaving a villa in the company of two

'Oh!' she said, 'you need not fear to wound me by the truth.  You
saw me flee from a common lodging-house, and my companions were not
gentlemen.  In such a case, the best of compliments is to be

'I thought,' resumed Challoner, encouraged as much as he was
surprised by the spirit of her reply, 'to have perceived, besides,
a certain odour.  A noise, too--I do not know to what I should
compare it--'

'Silence!' she cried.  'You do not know the danger you invoke.
Wait, only wait; and as soon as we have left those streets, and got
beyond the reach of listeners, all shall be explained.  Meanwhile,
avoid the topic.  What a sight is this sleeping city!' she
exclaimed; and then, with a most thrilling voice, '"Dear God," she
quoted, "the very houses seem asleep, and all that mighty heart is
lying still."'

'I perceive, madam,' said he, 'you are a reader.'

'I am more than that,' she answered, with a sigh.  'I am a girl
condemned to thoughts beyond her age; and so untoward is my fate,
that this walk upon the arm of a stranger is like an interlude of

They had come by this time to the neighbourhood of the Victoria
Station and here, at a street corner, the young lady paused,
withdrew her arm from Challoner's, and looked up and down as though
in pain or indecision.  Then, with a lovely change of countenance,
and laying her gloved hand upon his arm -

'What you already think of me,' she said, 'I tremble to conceive;
yet I must here condemn myself still further.  Here I must leave
you, and here I beseech you to wait for my return.  Do not attempt
to follow me or spy upon my actions.  Suspend yet awhile your
judgment of a girl as innocent as your own sister; and do not,
above all, desert me.  Stranger as you are, I have none else to
look to.  You see me in sorrow and great fear; you are a gentleman,
courteous and kind:  and when I beg for a few minutes' patience, I
make sure beforehand you will not deny me.'

Challoner grudgingly promised; and the young lady, with a grateful
eye-shot, vanished round the corner.  But the force of her appeal
had been a little blunted; for the young man was not only destitute
of sisters, but of any female relative nearer than a great-aunt in
Wales.  Now he was alone, besides, the spell that he had hitherto
obeyed began to weaken; he considered his behaviour with a sneer;
and plucking up the spirit of revolt, he started in pursuit.  The
reader, if he has ever plied the fascinating trade of the
noctambulist, will not be unaware that, in the neighbourhood of the
great railway centres, certain early taverns inaugurate the
business of the day.  It was into one of these that Challoner,
coming round the corner of the block, beheld his charming companion
disappear.  To say he was surprised were inexact, for he had long
since left that sentiment behind him.  Acute disgust and
disappointment seized upon his soul; and with silent oaths, he
damned this commonplace enchantress.  She had scarce been gone a
second, ere the swing-doors reopened, and she appeared again in
company with a young man of mean and slouching attire.  For some
five or six exchanges they conversed together with an animated air;
then the fellow shouldered again into the tap; and the young lady,
with something swifter than a walk, retraced her steps towards
Challoner.  He saw her coming, a miracle of grace; her ankle, as
she hurried, flashing from her dress; her movements eloquent of
speed and youth; and though he still entertained some thoughts of
flight, they grew miserably fainter as the distance lessened.
Against mere beauty he was proof:  it was her unmistakable
gentility that now robbed him of the courage of his cowardice.
With a proved adventuress he had acted strictly on his right; with
one who, in spite of all, he could not quite deny to be a lady, he
found himself disarmed.  At the very corner from whence he had
spied upon her interview, she came upon him, still transfixed, and-
-'Ah!' she cried, with a bright flush of colour.  'Ah!

The sharpness of the attack somewhat restored the Squire of Dames
to the possession of himself.

'Madam,' he returned, with a fair show of stoutness, 'I do not
think that hitherto you can complain of any lack of generosity; I
have suffered myself to be led over a considerable portion of the
metropolis; and if I now request you to discharge me of my office
of protector, you have friends at hand who will be glad of the

She stood a moment dumb.

'It is well,' she said.  'Go! go, and may God help me!  You have
seen me--me, an innocent girl! fleeing from a dire catastrophe and
haunted by sinister men; and neither pity, curiosity, nor honour
move you to await my explanation or to help in my distress.  Go!'
she repeated.  'I am lost indeed.'  And with a passionate gesture
she turned and fled along the street.

Challoner observed her retreat and disappear, an almost intolerable
sense of guilt contending with the profound sense that he was being
gulled.  She was no sooner gone than the first of these feelings
took the upper hand; he felt, if he had done her less than justice,
that his conduct was a perfect model of the ungracious; the
cultured tone of her voice, her choice of language, and the elegant
decorum of her movements, cried out aloud against a harsh
construction; and between penitence and curiosity he began slowly
to follow in her wake.  At the corner he had her once more full in
view.  Her speed was failing like a stricken bird's.  Even as he
looked, she threw her arm out gropingly, and fell and leaned
against the wall.  At the spectacle, Challoner's fortitude gave
way.  In a few strides he overtook her and, for the first time
removing his hat, assured her in the most moving terms of his
entire respect and firm desire to help her.  He spoke at first
unheeded; but gradually it appeared that she began to comprehend
his words; she moved a little, and drew herself upright; and
finally, as with a sudden movement of forgiveness, turned on the
young man a countenance in which reproach and gratitude were
mingled.  'Ah, madam,' he cried, 'use me as you will!'  And once
more, but now with a great air of deference, he offered her the
conduct of his arm.  She took it with a sigh that struck him to the
heart; and they began once more to trace the deserted streets.  But
now her steps, as though exhausted by emotion, began to linger on
the way; she leaned the more heavily upon his arm; and he, like the
parent bird, stooped fondly above his drooping convoy.  Her
physical distress was not accompanied by any failing of her
spirits; and hearing her strike so soon into a playful and charming
vein of talk, Challoner could not sufficiently admire the
elasticity of his companion's nature.  'Let me forget,' she had
said, 'for one half hour, let me forget;' and sure enough, with the
very word, her sorrows appeared to be forgotten.  Before every
house she paused, invented a name for the proprietor, and sketched
his character:  here lived the old general whom she was to marry on
the fifth of the next month, there was the mansion of the rich
widow who had set her heart on Challoner; and though she still hung
wearily on the young man's arm, her laughter sounded low and
pleasant in his ears.  'Ah,' she sighed, by way of commentary, 'in
such a life as mine I must seize tight hold of any happiness that I
can find.'

When they arrived, in this leisurely manner, at the head of
Grosvenor Place, the gates of the park were opening and the
bedraggled company of night-walkers were being at last admitted
into that paradise of lawns.  Challoner and his companion followed
the movement, and walked for awhile in silence in that
tatterdemalion crowd; but as one after another, weary with the
night's patrolling of the city pavement, sank upon the benches or
wandered into separate paths, the vast extent of the park had soon
utterly swallowed up the last of these intruders; and the pair
proceeded on their way alone in the grateful quiet of the morning.

Presently they came in sight of a bench, standing very open on a
mound of turf.  The young lady looked about her with relief.

'Here,' she said, 'here at last we are secure from listeners.
Here, then, you shall learn and judge my history.  I could not bear
that we should part, and that you should still suppose your
kindness squandered upon one who was unworthy.'

Thereupon she sat down upon the bench, and motioning Challoner to
take a place immediately beside her, began in the following words,
and with the greatest appearance of enjoyment, to narrate the story
of her life.


My father was a native of England, son of a cadet of a great,
ancient, but untitled family; and by some event, fault or
misfortune, he was driven to flee from the land of his birth and to
lay aside the name of his ancestors.  He sought the States; and
instead of lingering in effeminate cities, pushed at once into the
far West with an exploring party of frontiersmen.  He was no
ordinary traveller; for he was not only brave and impetuous by
character, but learned in many sciences, and above all in botany,
which he particularly loved.  Thus it fell that, before many
months, Fremont himself, the nominal leader of the troop, courted
and bowed to his opinion.

They had pushed, as I have said, into the still unknown regions of
the West.  For some time they followed the track of Mormon
caravans, guiding themselves in that vast and melancholy desert by
the skeletons of men and animals.  Then they inclined their route a
little to the north, and, losing even these dire memorials, came
into a country of forbidding stillness.

I have often heard my father dwell upon the features of that ride:
rock, cliff, and barren moor alternated; the streams were very far
between; and neither beast nor bird disturbed the solitude.  On the
fortieth day they had already run so short of food that it was
judged advisable to call a halt and scatter upon all sides to hunt.
A great fire was built, that its smoke might serve to rally them;
and each man of the party mounted and struck off at a venture into
the surrounding desert.

My father rode for many hours with a steep range of cliffs upon the
one hand, very black and horrible; and upon the other an unwatered
vale dotted with boulders like the site of some subverted city.  At
length he found the slot of a great animal, and from the claw-marks
and the hair among the brush, judged that he was on the track of a
cinnamon bear of most unusual size.  He quickened the pace of his
steed, and still following the quarry, came at last to the division
of two watersheds.  On the far side the country was exceeding
intricate and difficult, heaped with boulders, and dotted here and
there with a few pines, which seemed to indicate the neighbourhood
of water.  Here, then, he picketed his horse, and relying on his
trusty rifle, advanced alone into that wilderness.

Presently, in the great silence that reigned, he was aware of the
sound of running water to his right; and leaning in that direction,
was rewarded by a scene of natural wonder and human pathos
strangely intermixed.  The stream ran at the bottom of a narrow and
winding passage, whose wall-like sides of rock were sometimes for
miles together unscalable by man.  The water, when the stream was
swelled with rains, must have filled it from side to side; the
sun's rays only plumbed it in the hour of noon; the wind, in that
narrow and damp funnel, blew tempestuously.  And yet, in the bottom
of this den, immediately below my father's eyes as he leaned over
the margin of the cliff, a party of some half a hundred men, women,
and children lay scattered uneasily among the rocks.  They lay some
upon their backs, some prone, and not one stirring; their upturned
faces seemed all of an extraordinary paleness and emaciation; and
from time to time, above the washing of the stream, a faint sound
of moaning mounted to my father's ears.

While he thus looked, an old man got staggering to his feet,
unwound his blanket, and laid it, with great gentleness, on a young
girl who sat hard by propped against a rock.  The girl did not seem
to be conscious of the act; and the old man, after having looked
upon her with the most engaging pity, returned to his former bed
and lay down again uncovered on the turf.  But the scene had not
passed without observation even in that starving camp.  From the
very outskirts of the party, a man with a white beard and seemingly
of venerable years, rose upon his knees, and came crawling
stealthily among the sleepers towards the girl; and judge of my
father's indignation, when he beheld this cowardly miscreant strip
from her both the coverings and return with them to his original
position.  Here he lay down for a while below his spoils, and, as
my father imagined, feigned to be asleep; but presently he had
raised himself again upon one elbow, looked with sharp scrutiny at
his companions, and then swiftly carried his hand into his bosom
and thence to his mouth.  By the movement of his jaws he must be
eating; in that camp of famine he had reserved a store of
nourishment; and while his companions lay in the stupor of
approaching death, secretly restored his powers.

My father was so incensed at what he saw that he raised his rifle;
and but for an accident, he has often declared, he would have shot
the fellow dead upon the spot.  How different would then have been
my history!  But it was not to be:  even as he raised the barrel,
his eye lighted on the bear, as it crawled along a ledge some way
below him; and ceding to the hunters instinct, it was at the brute,
not at the man, that he discharged his piece.  The bear leaped and
fell into a pool of the river; the canyon re-echoed the report; and
in a moment the camp was afoot.  With cries that were scarce human,
stumbling, falling and throwing each other down, these starving
people rushed upon the quarry; and before my father, climbing down
by the ledge, had time to reach the level of the stream, many were
already satisfying their hunger on the raw flesh, and a fire was
being built by the more dainty.

His arrival was for some time unremarked.  He stood in the midst of
these tottering and clay-faced marionettes; he was surrounded by
their cries; but their whole soul was fixed on the dead carcass;
even those who were too weak to move, lay, half-turned over, with
their eyes riveted upon the bear; and my father, seeing himself
stand as though invisible in the thick of this dreary hubbub, was
seized with a desire to weep.  A touch upon the arm restrained him.
Turning about, he found himself face to face with the old man he
had so nearly killed; and yet, at the second glance, recognised him
for no old man at all, but one in the full strength of his years,
and of a strong, speaking, and intellectual countenance stigmatised
by weariness and famine.  He beckoned my father near the cliff, and
there, in the most private whisper, begged for brandy.  My father
looked at him with scorn:  'You remind me,' he said, 'of a
neglected duty.  Here is my flask; it contains enough, I trust, to
revive the women of your party; and I will begin with her whom I
saw you robbing of her blankets.'  And with that, not heeding his
appeals, my father turned his back upon the egoist.

The girl still lay reclined against the rock; she lay too far sunk
in the first stage of death to have observed the bustle round her
couch; but when my father had raised her head, put the flask to her
lips, and forced or aided her to swallow some drops of the
restorative, she opened her languid eyes and smiled upon him
faintly.  Never was there a smile of a more touching sweetness;
never were eyes more deeply violet, more honestly eloquent of the
soul!  I speak with knowledge, for these were the same eyes that
smiled upon me in the cradle.  From her who was to be his wife, my
father, still jealously watched and followed by the man with the
grey beard, carried his attentions to all the women of the party,
and gave the last drainings of his flask to those among the men who
seemed in the most need.

'Is there none left? not a drop for me?' said the man with the

'Not one drop,' replied my father; 'and if you find yourself in
want, let me counsel you to put your hand into the pocket of your

'Ah!' cried the other, 'you misjudge me.  You think me one who
clings to life for selfish and commonplace considerations.  But let
me tell you, that were all this caravan to perish, the world would
but be lightened of a weight.  These are but human insects,
pullulating, thick as May-flies, in the slums of European cities,
whom I myself have plucked from degradation and misery, from the
dung-heap and gin-palace door.  And you compare their lives with

'You are then a Mormon missionary?' asked my father.

'Oh!' cried the man, with a strange smile, 'a Mormon missionary if
you will!  I value not the title.  Were I no more than that, I
could have died without a murmur.  But with my life as a physician
is bound up the knowledge of great secrets and the future of man.
This it was, when we missed the caravan, tried for a short cut and
wandered to this desolate ravine, that ate into my soul, and, in
five days, has changed my beard from ebony to silver.'

'And you are a physician,' mused my father, looking on his face,
'bound by oath to succour man in his distresses.'

'Sir,' returned the Mormon, 'my name is Grierson:  you will hear
that name again; and you will then understand that my duty was not
to this caravan of paupers, but to mankind at large.'

My father turned to the remainder of the party, who were now
sufficiently revived to hear; told them that he would set off at
once to bring help from his own party; 'and,' he added, 'if you be
again reduced to such extremities, look round you, and you will see
the earth strewn with assistance.  Here, for instance, growing on
the under side of fissures in this cliff, you will perceive a
yellow moss.  Trust me, it is both edible and excellent.'

'Ha!' said Doctor Grierson, 'you know botany!'

'Not I alone,' returned my father, lowering his voice; 'for see
where these have been scraped away.  Am I right?  Was that your
secret store?'

My father's comrades, he found, when he returned to the signal-
fire, had made a good day's hunting.  They were thus the more
easily persuaded to extend assistance to the Mormon caravan; and
the next day beheld both parties on the march for the frontiers of
Utah.  The distance to be traversed was not great; but the nature
of the country, and the difficulty of procuring food, extended the
time to nearly three weeks; and my father had thus ample leisure to
know and appreciate the girl whom he had succoured.  I will call my
mother Lucy.  Her family name I am not at liberty to mention; it is
one you would know well.  By what series of undeserved calamities
this innocent flower of maidenhood, lovely, refined by education,
ennobled by the finest taste, was thus cast among the horrors of a
Mormon caravan, I must not stay to tell you.  Let it suffice, that
even in these untoward circumstances, she found a heart worthy of
her own.  The ardour of attachment which united my father and
mother was perhaps partly due to the strange manner of their
meeting; it knew, at least, no bounds either divine or human; my
father, for her sake, determined to renounce his ambitions and
abjure his faith; and a week had not yet passed upon the march
before he had resigned from his party, accepted the Mormon
doctrine, and received the promise of my mother's hand on the
arrival of the party at Salt Lake.

The marriage took place, and I was its only offspring.  My father
prospered exceedingly in his affairs, remained faithful to my
mother; and though you may wonder to hear it, I believe there were
few happier homes in any country than that in which I saw the light
and grew to girlhood.  We were, indeed, and in spite of all our
wealth, avoided as heretics and half-believers by the more precise
and pious of the faithful:  Young himself, that formidable tyrant,
was known to look askance upon my father's riches; but of this I
had no guess.  I dwelt, indeed, under the Mormon system, with
perfect innocence and faith.  Some of our friends had many wives;
but such was the custom; and why should it surprise me more than
marriage itself?  From time to time one of our rich acquaintances
would disappear, his family be broken up, his wives and houses
shared among the elders of the Church, and his memory only recalled
with bated breath and dreadful headshakings.  When I had been very
still, and my presence perhaps was forgotten, some such topic would
arise among my elders by the evening fire; I would see them draw
the closer together and look behind them with scared eyes; and I
might gather from their whisperings how some one, rich, honoured,
healthy, and in the prime of his days, some one, perhaps, who had
taken me on his knees a week before, had in one hour been spirited
from home and family, and vanished like an image from a mirror,
leaving not a print behind.  It was terrible, indeed; but so was
death, the universal law.  And even if the talk should wax still
bolder, full of ominous silences and nods, and I should hear named
in a whisper the Destroying Angels, how was a child to understand
these mysteries?  I heard of a Destroying Angel as some more happy
child might hear in England of a bishop or a rural dean, with vague
respect and without the wish for further information.  Life
anywhere, in society as in nature, rests upon dread foundations; I
beheld safe roads, a garden blooming in the desert, pious people
crowding to worship; I was aware of my parents' tenderness and all
the harmless luxuries of my existence; and why should I pry beneath
this honest seeming surface for the mysteries on which it stood?

We dwelt originally in the city; but at an early date we moved to a
beautiful house in a green dingle, musical with splashing water,
and surrounded on almost every side by twenty miles of poisonous
and rocky desert.  The city was thirty miles away; there was but
one road, which went no further than my father's door; the rest
were bridle-tracks impassable in winter; and we thus dwelt in a
solitude inconceivable to the European.  Our only neighbour was Dr.
Grierson.  To my young eyes, after the hair-oiled, chin-bearded
elders of the city, and the ill-favoured and mentally stunted women
of their harems, there was something agreeable in the correct
manner, the fine bearing, the thin white hair and beard, and the
piercing looks of the old doctor.  Yet, though he was almost our
only visitor, I never wholly overcame a sense of fear in his
presence; and this disquietude was rather fed by the awful solitude
in which he lived and the obscurity that hung about his
occupations.  His house was but a mile or two from ours, but very
differently placed.  It stood overlooking the road on the summit of
a steep slope, and planted close against a range of overhanging
bluffs.  Nature, you would say, had here desired to imitate the
works of man; for the slope was even, like the glacis of a fort,
and the cliffs of a constant height, like the ramparts of a city.
Not even spring could change one feature of that desolate scene;
and the windows looked down across a plain, snowy with alkali, to
ranges of cold stone sierras on the north.  Twice or thrice I
remember passing within view of this forbidding residence; and
seeing it always shuttered, smokeless, and deserted, I remarked to
my parents that some day it would certainly be robbed.

'Ah, no,' said my father, 'never robbed;' and I observed a strange
conviction in his tone.

At last, and not long before the blow fell on my unhappy family, I
chanced to see the doctor's house in a new light.  My father was
ill; my mother confined to his bedside; and I was suffered to go,
under the charge of our driver, to the lonely house some twenty
miles away, where our packages were left for us.  The horse cast a
shoe; night overtook us halfway home; and it was well on for three
in the morning when the driver and I, alone in a light waggon, came
to that part of the road which ran below the doctor's house.  The
moon swam clear; the cliffs and mountains in this strong light lay
utterly deserted; but the house, from its station on the top of the
long slope and close under the bluff, not only shone abroad from
every window like a place of festival, but from the great chimney
at the west end poured forth a coil of smoke so thick and so
voluminous, that it hung for miles along the windless night air,
and its shadow lay far abroad in the moonlight upon the glittering
alkali.  As we continued to draw near, besides, a regular and
panting throb began to divide the silence.  First it seemed to me
like the beating of a heart; and next it put into my mind the
thought of some giant, smothered under mountains and still, with
incalculable effort, fetching breath.  I had heard of the railway,
though I had not seen it, and I turned to ask the driver if this
resembled it.  But some look in his eye, some pallor, whether of
fear or moonlight on his face, caused the words to die upon my
lips.  We continued, therefore, to advance in silence, till we were
close below the lighted house; when suddenly, without one
premonitory rustle, there burst forth a report of such a bigness
that it shook the earth and set the echoes of the mountains
thundering from cliff to cliff.  A pillar of amber flame leaped
from the chimney-top and fell in multitudes of sparks; and at the
same time the lights in the windows turned for one instant ruby red
and then expired.  The driver had checked his horse instinctively,
and the echoes were still rumbling farther off among the mountains,
when there broke from the now darkened interior a series of yells--
whether of man or woman it was impossible to guess--the door flew
open, and there ran forth into the moonlight, at the top of the
long slope, a figure clad in white, which began to dance and leap
and throw itself down, and roll as if in agony, before the house.
I could no more restrain my cries; the driver laid his lash about
the horse's flank, and we fled up the rough track at the peril of
our lives; and did not draw rein till, turning the corner of the
mountain, we beheld my father's ranch and deep, green groves and
gardens, sleeping in the tranquil light.

This was the one adventure of my life, until my father had climbed
to the very topmost point of material prosperity, and I myself had
reached the age of seventeen.  I was still innocent and merry like
a child; tended my garden or ran upon the hills in glad simplicity;
gave not a thought to coquetry or to material cares; and if my eye
rested on my own image in a mirror or some sylvan spring, it was to
seek and recognise the features of my parents.  But the fears which
had long pressed on others were now to be laid on my youth.  I had
thrown myself, one sultry, cloudy afternoon, on a divan; the
windows stood open on the verandah, where my mother sat with her
embroidery; and when my father joined her from the garden, their
conversation, clearly audible to me, was of so startling a nature
that it held me enthralled where I lay.

'The blow has come,' my father said, after a long pause.

I could hear my mother start and turn, but in words she made no

'Yes,' continued my father, 'I have received to-day a list of all
that I possess; of all, I say; of what I have lent privately to men
whose lips are sealed with terror; of what I have buried with my
own hand on the bare mountain, when there was not a bird in heaven.
Does the air, then, carry secrets?  Are the hills of glass?  Do the
stones we tread upon preserve the footprint to betray us?  Oh,
Lucy, Lucy, that we should have come to such a country!'

'But this,' returned my mother, 'is no very new or very threatening
event.  You are accused of some concealment.  You will pay more
taxes in the future, and be mulcted in a fine.  It is disquieting,
indeed, to find our acts so spied upon, and the most private known.
But is this new?  Have we not long feared and suspected every blade
of grass?'

'Ay, and our shadows!' cried my father.  'But all this is nothing.
Here is the letter that accompanied the list.'

I heard my mother turn the pages, and she was some time silent.

'I see,' she said at last; and then, with the tone of one reading:
'"From a believer so largely blessed by Providence with this
world's goods,"' she continued, '"the Church awaits in confidence
some signal mark of piety."  There lies the sting.  Am I not right?
These are the words you fear?'

'These are the words,' replied my father.  'Lucy, you remember
Priestley?  Two days before he disappeared, he carried me to the
summit of an isolated butte; we could see around us for ten miles;
sure, if in any quarter of this land a man were safe from spies, it
were in such a station; but it was in the very ague-fit of terror
that he told me, and that I heard, his story.  He had received a
letter such as this; and he submitted to my approval an answer, in
which he offered to resign a third of his possessions.  I conjured
him, as he valued life, to raise his offering; and, before we
parted, he had doubled the amount.  Well, two days later he was
gone--gone from the chief street of the city in the hour of noon--
and gone for ever.  O God!' cried my father, 'by what art do they
thus spirit out of life the solid body?  What death do they command
that leaves no traces? that this material structure, these strong
arms, this skeleton that can resist the grave for centuries, should
be thus reft in a moment from the world of sense?  A horror dwells
in that thought more awful than mere death.'

'Is there no hope in Grierson?' asked my mother.

'Dismiss the thought,' replied my father.  'He now knows all that I
can teach, and will do naught to save me.  His power, besides, is
small, his own danger not improbably more imminent than mine; for
he, too, lives apart; he leaves his wives neglected and unwatched;
he is openly cited for an unbeliever; and unless he buys security
at a more awful price--but no; I will not believe it:  I have no
love for him, but I will not believe it.'

'Believe what?' asked my mother; and then, with a change of note,
'But oh, what matters it?' she cried.  'Abimelech, there is but one
way open:  we must fly!'

'It is in vain,' returned my father.  'I should but involve you in
my fate.  To leave this land is hopeless:  we are closed in it as
men are closed in life; and there is no issue but the grave.'

'We can but die then,' replied my mother.  'Let us at least die
together.  Let not Asenath {2} and myself survive you.  Think to
what a fate we should be doomed!'

My father was unable to resist her tender violence; and though I
could see he nourished not one spark of hope, he consented to
desert his whole estate, beyond some hundreds of dollars that he
had by him at the moment, and to flee that night, which promised to
be dark and cloudy.  As soon as the servants were asleep, he was to
load two mules with provisions; two others were to carry my mother
and myself; and, striking through the mountains by an unfrequented
trail, we were to make a fair stroke for liberty and life.  As soon
as they had thus decided, I showed myself at the window, and,
owning that I had heard all, assured them that they could rely on
my prudence and devotion.  I had no fear, indeed, but to show
myself unworthy of my birth; I held my life in my hand without
alarm; and when my father, weeping upon my neck, had blessed Heaven
for the courage of his child, it was with a sentiment of pride and
some of the joy that warriors take in war, that I began to look
forward to the perils of our flight.

Before midnight, under an obscure and starless heaven, we had left
far behind us the plantations of the valley, and were mounting a
certain canyon in the hills, narrow, encumbered with great rocks,
and echoing with the roar of a tumultuous torrent.  Cascade after
cascade thundered and hung up its flag of whiteness in the night,
or fanned our faces with the wet wind of its descent.  The trail
was breakneck, and led to famine-guarded deserts; it had been long
since deserted for more practicable routes; and it was now a part
of the world untrod from year to year by human footing. Judge of
our dismay, when turning suddenly an angle of the cliffs, we found
a bright bonfire blazing by itself under an impending rock; and on
the face of the rock, drawn very rudely with charred wood, the
great Open Eye which is the emblem of the Mormon faith.  We looked
upon each other in the firelight; my mother broke into a passion of
tears; but not a word was said.  The mules were turned about; and
leaving that great eye to guard the lonely canyon, we retraced our
steps in silence.  Day had not yet broken ere we were once more at
home, condemned beyond reprieve.

What answer my father sent I was not told; but two days later, a
little before sundown, I saw a plain, honest-looking man ride
slowly up the road in a great pother of dust.  He was clad in
homespun, with a broad straw hat; wore a patriarchal beard; and had
an air of a simple rustic farmer, that was, in my eyes, very
reassuring.  He was, indeed, a very honest man and pious Mormon;
with no liking for his errand, though neither he nor any one in
Utah dared to disobey; and it was with every mark of diffidence
that he had had himself announced as Mr. Aspinwall, and entered the
room where our unhappy family was gathered.  My mother and me, he
awkwardly enough dismissed; and as soon as he was alone with my
father laid before him a blank signature of President Young's, and
offered him a choice of services:  either to set out as a
missionary to the tribes about the White Sea, or to join the next
day, with a party of Destroying Angels, in the massacre of sixty
German immigrants.  The last, of course, my father could not
entertain, and the first he regarded as a pretext:  even if he
could consent to leave his wife defenceless, and to collect fresh
victims for the tyranny under which he was himself oppressed, he
felt sure he would never be suffered to return.  He refused both;
and Aspinwall, he said, betrayed sincere emotion, part religious,
at the spectacle of such disobedience, but part human, in pity for
my father and his family.  He besought him to reconsider his
decision; and at length, finding he could not prevail, gave him
till the moon rose to settle his affairs, and say farewell to wife
and daughter.  'For,' said he, 'then, at the latest, you must ride
with me.'

I dare not dwell upon the hours that followed:  they fled all too
fast; and presently the moon out-topped the eastern range, and my
father and Mr. Aspinwall set forth, side by side, on their
nocturnal journey.  My mother, though still bearing an heroic
countenance, had hastened to shut herself in her apartment,
thenceforward solitary; and I, alone in the dark house, and
consumed by grief and apprehension, made haste to saddle my Indian
pony, to ride up to the corner of the mountain, and to enjoy one
farewell sight of my departing father.  The two men had set forth
at a deliberate pace; nor was I long behind them, when I reached
the point of view.  I was the more amazed to see no moving creature
in the landscape.  The moon, as the saying is, shone bright as day;
and nowhere, under the whole arch of night, was there a growing
tree, a bush, a farm, a patch of tillage, or any evidence of man,
but one.  From the corner where I stood, a rugged bastion of the
line of bluffs concealed the doctor's house; and across the top of
that projection the soft night wind carried and unwound about the
hills a coil of sable smoke.  What fuel could produce a vapour so
sluggish to dissipate in that dry air, or what furnace pour it
forth so copiously, I was unable to conceive; but I knew well
enough that it came from the doctor's chimney; I saw well enough
that my father had already disappeared; and in despite of reason, I
connected in my mind the loss of that dear protector with the
ribbon of foul smoke that trailed along the mountains.

Days passed, and still my mother and I waited in vain for news; a
week went by, a second followed, but we heard no word of the father
and husband.  As smoke dissipates, as the image glides from the
mirror, so in the ten or twenty minutes that I had spent in getting
my horse and following upon his trail, had that strong and brave
man vanished out of life.  Hope, if any hope we had, fled with
every hour; the worst was now certain for my father, the worst was
to be dreaded for his defenceless family.  Without weakness, with a
desperate calm at which I marvel when I look back upon it, the
widow and the orphan awaited the event.  On the last day of the
third week we rose in the morning to find ourselves alone in the
house, alone, so far as we searched, on the estate; all our
attendants, with one accord, had fled:  and as we knew them to be
gratefully devoted, we drew the darkest intimations from their
flight.  The day passed, indeed, without event; but in the fall of
the evening we were called at last into the verandah by the
approaching clink of horse's hoofs.

The doctor, mounted on an Indian pony, rode into the garden,
dismounted, and saluted us.  He seemed much more bent, and his hair
more silvery than ever; but his demeanour was composed, serious,
and not unkind.

'Madam,' said he, 'I am come upon a weighty errand; and I would
have you recognise it as an effect of kindness in the President,
that he should send as his ambassador your only neighbour and your
husband's oldest friend in Utah.'

'Sir,' said my mother, 'I have but one concern, one thought.  You
know well what it is.  Speak:  my husband?'

'Madam,' returned the doctor, taking a chair on the verandah, 'if
you were a silly child, my position would now be painfully
embarrassing.  You are, on the other hand, a woman of great
intelligence and fortitude:  you have, by my forethought, been
allowed three weeks to draw your own conclusions and to accept the
inevitable.  Farther words from me are, I conceive, superfluous.'

My mother was as pale as death, and trembled like a reed; I gave
her my hand, and she kept it in the folds of her dress and wrung it
till I could have cried aloud.  'Then, sir,' said she at last, 'you
speak to deaf ears.  If this be indeed so, what have I to do with
errands?  What do I ask of Heaven but to die?'

'Come,' said the doctor, 'command yourself.  I bid you dismiss all
thoughts of your late husband, and bring a clear mind to bear upon
your own future and the fate of that young girl.'

'You bid me dismiss--' began my mother.  'Then you know!' she

'I know,' replied the doctor.

'You know?' broke out the poor woman.  'Then it was you who did the
deed!  I tear off the mask, and with dread and loathing see you as
you are--you, whom the poor fugitive beholds in nightmares, and
awakes raving--you, the Destroying Angel!'

'Well, madam, and what then?' returned the doctor.  'Have not my
fate and yours been similar?  Are we not both immured in this
strong prison of Utah?  Have you not tried to flee, and did not the
Open Eye confront you in the canyon?  Who can escape the watch of
that unsleeping eye of Utah?  Not I, at least.  Horrible tasks
have, indeed, been laid upon me; and the most ungrateful was the
last; but had I refused my offices, would that have spared your
husband?  You know well it would not.  I, too, had perished along
with him; nor would I have been able to alleviate his last moments,
nor could I to-day have stood between his family and the hand of
Brigham Young.'

'Ah!' cried I, 'and could you purchase life by such concessions?'

'Young lady,' answered the doctor, 'I both could and did; and you
will live to thank me for that baseness.  You have a spirit,
Asenath, that it pleases me to recognise.  But we waste time.  Mr.
Fonblanque's estate reverts, as you doubtless imagine, to the
Church; but some part of it has been reserved for him who is to
marry the family; and that person, I should perhaps tell you
without more delay, is no other than myself.'

At this odious proposal my mother and I cried out aloud, and clung
together like lost souls.

'It is as I supposed,' resumed the doctor, with the same measured
utterance.  'You recoil from this arrangement.  Do you expect me to
convince you?  You know very well that I have never held the Mormon
view of women.  Absorbed in the most arduous studies, I have left
the slatterns whom they call my wives to scratch and quarrel among
themselves; of me, they have had nothing but my purse; such was not
the union I desired, even if I had the leisure to pursue it.  No:
you need not, madam, and my old friend'--and here the doctor rose
and bowed with something of gallantry--'you need not apprehend my
importunities.  On the contrary, I am rejoiced to read in you a
Roman spirit; and if I am obliged to bid you follow me at once, and
that in the name, not of my wish, but of my orders, I hope it will
be found that we are of a common mind.'

So, bidding us dress for the road, he took a lamp (for the night
had now fallen) and set off to the stable to prepare our horses.

'What does it mean?--what will become of us?' I cried.

'Not that, at least,' replied my mother, shuddering.  'So far we
can trust him.  I seem to read among his words a certain tragic
promise.  Asenath, if I leave you, if I die, you will not forget
your miserable parents?'

Thereupon we fell to cross-purposes:  I beseeching her to explain
her words; she putting me by, and continuing to recommend the
doctor for a friend.  'The doctor!' I cried at last; 'the man who
killed my father?'

'Nay,' said she, 'let us be just.  I do believe before, Heaven, he
played the friendliest part.  And he alone, Asenath, can protect
you in this land of death.'

At this the doctor returned, leading our two horses; and when we
were all in the saddle, he bade me ride on before, as he had matter
to discuss with Mrs. Fonblanque.  They came at a foot's pace,
eagerly conversing in a whisper; and presently after the moon rose
and showed them looking eagerly in each other's faces as they went,
my mother laying her hand upon the doctor's arm, and the doctor
himself, against his usual custom, making vigorous gestures of
protest or asseveration.

At the foot of the track which ascended the talus of the mountain
to his door, the doctor overtook me at a trot.

'Here,' he said, 'we shall dismount; and as your mother prefers to
be alone, you and I shall walk together to my house.'

'Shall I see her again?' I asked.

'I give you my word,' he said, and helped me to alight.  'We leave
the horses here,' he added.  'There are no thieves in this stone

The track mounted gradually, keeping the house in view.  The
windows were once more bright; the chimney once more vomited smoke;
but the most absolute silence reigned, and, but for the figure of
my mother very slowly following in our wake, I felt convinced there
was no human soul within a range of miles.  At the thought, I
looked upon the doctor, gravely walking by my side, with his bowed
shoulders and white hair, and then once more at his house, lit up
and pouring smoke like some industrious factory.  And then my
curiosity broke forth.  'In Heaven's name,' I cried, 'what do you
make in this inhuman desert?'

He looked at me with a peculiar smile, and answered with an evasion

'This is not the first time,' said he, 'that you have seen my
furnaces alight.  One morning, in the small hours, I saw you
driving past; a delicate experiment miscarried; and I cannot acquit
myself of having startled either your driver or the horse that drew

'What!' cried I, beholding again in fancy the antics of the figure,
'could that be you?'

'It was I,' he replied; 'but do not fancy that I was mad.  I was in
agony.  I had been scalded cruelly.'

We were now near the house, which, unlike the ordinary houses of
the country, was built of hewn stone and very solid.  Stone, too,
was its foundation, stone its background.  Not a blade of grass
sprouted among the broken mineral about the walls, not a flower
adorned the windows.  Over the door, by way of sole adornment, the
Mormon Eye was rudely sculptured; I had been brought up to view
that emblem from my childhood; but since the night of our escape,
it had acquired a new significance, and set me shrinking.  The
smoke rolled voluminously from the chimney top, its edges ruddy
with the fire; and from the far corner of the building, near the
ground, angry puffs of steam shone snow-white in the moon and

The doctor opened the door and paused upon the threshold.  'You ask
me what I make here,' he observed.  'Two things:  Life and Death.'
And he motioned me to enter.

'I shall await my mother,' said I.

'Child,' he replied, 'look at me:  am I not old and broken?  Of us
two, which is the stronger, the young maiden or the withered man?'

I bowed, and passing by him, entered a vestibule or kitchen, lit by
a good fire and a shaded reading-lamp.  It was furnished only with
a dresser, a rude table, and some wooden benches; and on one of
these the doctor motioned me to take a seat; and passing by another
door into the interior of the house, he left me to myself.
Presently I heard the jar of iron from the far end of the building;
and this was followed by the same throbbing noise that had startled
me in the valley, but now so near at hand as to be menacing by
loudness, and even to shake the house with every recurrence of the
stroke.  I had scarce time to master my alarm when the doctor
returned, and almost in the same moment my mother appeared upon the
threshold.  But how am I to describe to you the peace and
ravishment of that face?  Years seemed to have passed over her head
during that brief ride, and left her younger and fairer; her eyes
shone, her smile went to my heart; she seemed no more a woman but
the angel of ecstatic tenderness.  I ran to her in a kind of
terror; but she shrank a little back and laid her finger on her
lips, with something arch and yet unearthly.  To the doctor, on the
contrary, she reached out her hand as to a friend and helper; and
so strange was the scene that I forgot to be offended.

'Lucy,' said the doctor, 'all is prepared.  Will you go alone, or
shall your daughter follow us?'

'Let Asenath come,' she answered, 'dear Asenath!  At this hour,
when I am purified of fear and sorrow, and already survive myself
and my affections, it is for your sake, and not for mine, that I
desire her presence.  Were she shut out, dear friend, it is to be
feared she might misjudge your kindness.'

'Mother,' I cried wildly, 'mother, what is this?'

But my mother, with her radiant smile, said only 'Hush!' as though
I were a child again, and tossing in some fever-fit; and the doctor
bade me be silent and trouble her no more.  'You have made a
choice,' he continued, addressing my mother, 'that has often
strangely tempted me.  The two extremes:  all, or else nothing;
never, or this very hour upon the clock--these have been my
incongruous desires.  But to accept the middle term, to be content
with a half-gift, to flicker awhile and to burn out--never for an
hour, never since I was born, has satisfied the appetite of my
ambition.'  He looked upon my mother fixedly, much of admiration
and some touch of envy in his eyes; then, with a profound sigh, he
led the way into the inner room.

It was very long.  From end to end it was lit up by many lamps,
which by the changeful colour of their light, and by the incessant
snapping sounds with which they burned, I have since divined to be
electric.  At the extreme end an open door gave us a glimpse into
what must have been a lean-to shed beside the chimney; and this, in
strong contrast to the room, was painted with a red reverberation
as from furnace-doors.  The walls were lined with books and glazed
cases, the tables crowded with the implements of chemical research;
great glass accumulators glittered in the light; and through a hole
in the gable near the shed door, a heavy driving-belt entered the
apartment and ran overhead upon steel pulleys, with clumsy activity
and many ghostly and fluttering sounds.  In one corner I perceived
a chair resting upon crystal feet, and curiously wreathed with
wire.  To this my mother advanced with a decisive swiftness.

'Is this it?' she asked.

The doctor bowed in silence.

'Asenath,' said my mother, 'in this sad end of my life I have found
one helper.  Look upon him:  it is Doctor Grierson.  Be not, oh my
daughter, be not ungrateful to that friend!'

She sate upon the chair, and took in her hands the globes that
terminated the arms.

'Am I right?' she asked, and looked upon the doctor with such a
radiancy of face that I trembled for her reason.  Once more the
doctor bowed, but this time leaning hard against the wall.  He must
have touched a spring.  The least shock agitated my mother where
she sat; the least passing jar appeared to cross her features; and
she sank back in the chair like one resigned to weariness.  I was
at her knees that moment; but her hands fell loosely in my grasp;
her face, still beatified with the same touching smile, sank
forward on her bosom:  her spirit had for ever fled.

I do not know how long may have elapsed before, raising for a
moment my tearful face, I met the doctor's eyes.  They rested upon
mine with such a depth of scrutiny, pity, and interest, that even
from the freshness of my sorrow, I was startled into attention.

'Enough,' he said, 'to lamentation.  Your mother went to death as
to a bridal, dying where her husband died.  It is time, Asenath, to
think of the survivors.  Follow me to the next room.'

I followed him, like a person in a dream; he made me sit by the
fire, he gave me wine to drink; and then, pacing the stone floor,
he thus began to address me -

'You are now, my child, alone in the world, and under the immediate
watch of Brigham Young.  It would be your lot, in ordinary
circumstances, to become the fiftieth bride of some ignoble elder,
or by particular fortune, as fortune is counted in this land, to
find favour in the eyes of the President himself.  Such a fate for
a girl like you were worse than death; better to die as your mother
died than to sink daily deeper in the mire of this pit of woman's
degradation.  But is escape conceivable?  Your father tried; and
you beheld yourself with what security his jailers acted, and how a
dumb drawing on a rock was counted a sufficient sentry over the
avenues of freedom.  Where your father failed, will you be wiser or
more fortunate? or are you, too, helpless in the toils?'

I had followed his words with changing emotion, but now I believed
I understood.

'I see,' I cried; 'you judge me rightly.  I must follow where my
parents led; and oh! I am not only willing, I am eager!'

'No,' replied the doctor, 'not death for you.  The flawed vessel we
may break, but not the perfect.  No, your mother cherished a
different hope, and so do I.  I see,' he cried, 'the girl develop
to the completed woman, the plan reach fulfilment, the promise--ay,
outdone!  I could not bear to arrest so lively, so comely a
process.  It was your mother's thought,' he added, with a change of
tone, 'that I should marry you myself.'  I fear I must have shown a
perfect horror of aversion from this fate, for he made haste to
quiet me.  'Reassure yourself, Asenath,' he resumed.  'Old as I am,
I have not forgotten the tumultuous fancies of youth.  I have
passed my days, indeed, in laboratories; but in all my vigils I
have not forgotten the tune of a young pulse.  Age asks with
timidity to be spared intolerable pain; youth, taking fortune by
the beard, demands joy like a right.  These things I have not
forgotten; none, rather, has more keenly felt, none more jealously
considered them; I have but postponed them to their day.  See,
then:  you stand without support; the only friend left to you, this
old investigator, old in cunning, young in sympathy.  Answer me but
one question:  Are you free from the entanglement of what the world
calls love?  Do you still command your heart and purposes? or are
you fallen in some bond-slavery of the eye and ear?'

I answered him in broken words; my heart, I think I must have told
him, lay with my dead parents.

'It is enough,' he said.  'It has been my fate to be called on
often, too often, for those services of which we spoke to-night;
none in Utah could carry them so well to a conclusion; hence there
has fallen into my hands a certain share of influence which I now
lay at your service, partly for the sake of my dead friends, your
parents; partly for the interest I bear you in your own right.  I
shall send you to England, to the great city of London, there to
await the bridegroom I have selected.  He shall be a son of mine, a
young man suitable in age and not grossly deficient in that quality
of beauty that your years demand.  Since your heart is free, you
may well pledge me the sole promise that I ask in return for much
expense and still more danger:  to await the arrival of that
bridegroom with the delicacy of a wife.'

I sat awhile stunned.  The doctor's marriages, I remembered to have
heard, had been unfruitful; and this added perplexity to my
distress.  But I was alone, as he had said, alone in that dark
land; the thought of escape, of any equal marriage, was already
enough to revive in me some dawn of hope; and in what words I know
not, I accepted the proposal.

He seemed more moved by my consent than I could reasonably have
looked for.  'You shall see,' he cried; 'you shall judge for
yourself.'  And hurrying to the next room he returned with a small
portrait somewhat coarsely done in oils.  It showed a man in the
dress of nearly forty years before, young indeed, but still
recognisable to be the doctor.  'Do you like it?' he asked.  'That
is myself when I was young.  My--my boy will be like that, like but
nobler; with such health as angels might condescend to envy; and a
man of mind, Asenath, of commanding mind.  That should be a man, I
think; that should be one among ten thousand.  A man like that--one
to combine the passions of youth with the restraint, the force, the
dignity of age--one to fill all the parts and faculties, one to be
man's epitome--say, will that not satisfy the needs of an ambitious
girl?  Say, is not that enough?'  And as he held the picture close
before my eyes, his hands shook.

I told him briefly I would ask no better, for I was transpierced
with this display of fatherly emotion; but even as I said the
words, the most insolent revolt surged through my arteries.  I held
him in horror, him, his portrait, and his son; and had there been
any choice but death or a Mormon marriage, I declare before Heaven
I had embraced it.

'It is well,' he replied, 'and I had rightly counted on your
spirit.  Eat, then, for you have far to go.'  So saying, he set
meat before me; and while I was endeavouring to obey, he left the
room and returned with an armful of coarse raiment.  'There,' said
he, 'is your disguise.  I leave you to your toilet.'

The clothes had probably belonged to a somewhat lubberly boy of
fifteen; and they hung about me like a sack, and cruelly hampered
my movements.  But what filled me with uncontrollable shudderings,
was the problem of their origin and the fate of the lad to whom
they had belonged.  I had scarcely effected the exchange when the
doctor returned, opened a back window, helped me out into the
narrow space between the house and the overhanging bluffs, and
showed me a ladder of iron footholds mortised in the rock.
'Mount,' he said, 'swiftly.  When you are at the summit, walk, so
far as you are able, in the shadow of the smoke.  The smoke will
bring you, sooner or later, to a canyon; follow that down, and you
will find a man with two horses.  Him you will implicitly obey.
And remember, silence!  That machinery, which I now put in motion
for your service, may by one word be turned against you.  Go;
Heaven prosper you!'

The ascent was easy.  Arrived at the top of the cliff, I saw before
me on the other side a vast and gradual declivity of stone, lying
bare to the moon and the surrounding mountains.  Nowhere was any
vantage or concealment; and knowing how these deserts were beset
with spies, I made haste to veil my movements under the blowing
trail of smoke.  Sometimes it swam high, rising on the night wind,
and I had no more substantial curtain than its moon-thrown shadow;
sometimes again it crawled upon the earth, and I would walk in it,
no higher than to my shoulders, like some mountain fog.  But, one
way or another, the smoke of that ill-omened furnace protected the
first steps of my escape, and led me unobserved to the canyon.

There, sure enough, I found a taciturn and sombre man beside a pair
of saddle-horses; and thenceforward, all night long, we wandered in
silence by the most occult and dangerous paths among the mountains.
A little before the dayspring we took refuge in a wet and gusty
cavern at the bottom of a gorge; lay there all day concealed; and
the next night, before the glow had faded out of the west, resumed
our wanderings.  About noon we stopped again, in a lawn upon a
little river, where was a screen of bushes; and here my guide,
handing me a bundle from his pack, bade me change my dress once
more.  The bundle contained clothing of my own, taken from our
house, with such necessaries as a comb and soap.  I made my toilet
by the mirror of a quiet pool; and as I was so doing, and smiling
with some complacency to see myself restored to my own image, the
mountains rang with a scream of far more than human piercingness;
and while I still stood astonished, there sprang up and swiftly
increased a storm of the most awful and earth-rending sounds.
Shall I own to you, that I fell upon my face and shrieked?  And yet
this was but the overland train winding among the near mountains:
the very means of my salvation:  the strong wings that were to
carry me from Utah!

When I was dressed, the guide gave me a bag, which contained, he
said, both money and papers; and telling me that I was already over
the borders in the territory of Wyoming, bade me follow the stream
until I reached the railway station, half a mile below.  'Here,' he
added, 'is your ticket as far as Council Bluffs.  The East express
will pass in a few hours.'  With that, he took both horses, and,
without further words or any salutation, rode off by the way that
we had come.

Three hours afterwards, I was seated on the end platform of the
train as it swept eastward through the gorges and thundered in
tunnels of the mountain.  The change of scene, the sense of escape,
the still throbbing terror of pursuit--above all, the astounding
magic of my new conveyance, kept me from any logical or melancholy
thought.  I had gone to the doctor's house two nights before
prepared to die, prepared for worse than death; what had passed,
terrible although it was, looked almost bright compared to my
anticipations; and it was not till I had slept a full night in the
flying palace car, that I awoke to the sense of my irreparable loss
and to some reasonable alarm about the future.  In this mood, I
examined the contents of the bag.  It was well supplied with gold;
it contained tickets and complete directions for my journey as far
as Liverpool, and a long letter from the doctor, supplying me with
a fictitious name and story, recommending the most guarded silence,
and bidding me to await faithfully the coming of his son.  All then
had been arranged beforehand:  he had counted upon my consent, and
what was tenfold worse, upon my mother's voluntary death.  My
horror of my only friend, my aversion for this son who was to marry
me, my revolt against the whole current and conditions of my life,
were now complete.  I was sitting stupefied by my distress and
helplessness, when, to my joy, a very pleasant lady offered me her
conversation.  I clutched at the relief; and I was soon glibly
telling her the story in the doctor's letter:  how I was a Miss
Gould, of Nevada City, going to England to an uncle, what money I
had, what family, my age, and so forth, until I had exhausted my
instructions, and, as the lady still continued to ply me with
questions, began to embroider on my own account.  This soon carried
one of my inexperience beyond her depth; and I had already remarked
a shadow on the lady's face, when a gentleman drew near and very
civilly addressed me.

'Miss Gould, I believe?' said he; and then, excusing himself to the
lady by the authority of my guardian, drew me to the fore platform
of the Pullman car.  'Miss Gould,' he said in my ear, 'is it
possible that you suppose yourself in safety?  Let me completely
undeceive you.  One more such indiscretion and you return to Utah.
And, in the meanwhile, if this woman should again address you, you
are to reply with these words:  "Madam, I do not like you, and I
will be obliged if you will suffer me to choose my own

Alas, I had to do as I was bid; this lady, to whom I already felt
myself drawn with the strongest cords of sympathy, I dismissed with
insult; and thenceforward, through all that day, I sat in silence,
gazing on the bare plains and swallowing my tears.  Let that
suffice:  it was the pattern of my journey.  Whether on the train,
at the hotels, or on board the ocean steamer, I never exchanged a
friendly word with any fellow-traveller but I was certain to be
interrupted.  In every place, on every side, the most unlikely
persons, man or woman, rich or poor, became protectors to forward
me upon my journey, or spies to observe and regulate my conduct.
Thus I crossed the States, thus passed the ocean, the Mormon Eye
still following my movements; and when at length a cab had set me
down before that London lodging-house from which you saw me flee
this morning, I had already ceased to struggle and ceased to hope.

The landlady, like every one else through all that journey, was
expecting my arrival.  A fire was lighted in my room, which looked
upon the garden; there were books on the table, clothes in the
drawers; and there (I had almost said with contentment, and
certainly with resignation) I saw month follow month over my head.
At times my landlady took me for a walk or an excursion, but she
would never suffer me to leave the house alone; and I, seeing that
she also lived under the shadow of that widespread Mormon terror,
felt too much pity to resist.  To the child born on Mormon soil, as
to the man who accepts the engagements of a secret order, no escape
is possible; so I had clearly read, and I was thankful even for
this respite.  Meanwhile, I tried honestly to prepare my mind for
my approaching nuptials.  The day drew near when my bridegroom was
to visit me, and gratitude and fear alike obliged me to consent.  A
son of Doctor Grierson's, be he what he pleased, must still be
young, and it was even probable he should be handsome; on more than
that, I felt I dared not reckon; and in moulding my mind towards
consent I dwelt the more carefully on these physical attractions
which I felt I might expect, and averted my eyes from moral or
intellectual considerations.  We have a great power upon our
spirits; and as time passed I worked myself into a frame of
acquiescence, nay, and I began to grow impatient for the hour.  At
night sleep forsook me; I sat all day by the fire, absorbed in
dreams, conjuring up the features of my husband, and anticipating
in fancy the touch of his hand and the sound of his voice.  In the
dead level and solitude of my existence, this was the one eastern
window and the one door of hope.  At last, I had so cultivated and
prepared my will, that I began to be besieged with fears upon the
other side.  How if it was I that did not please?  How if this
unseen lover should turn from me with disaffection?  And now I
spent hours before the glass, studying and judging my attractions,
and was never weary of changing my dress or ordering my hair.

When the day came I was long about my toilet; but at last, with a
sort of hopeful desperation, I had to own that I could do no more,
and must now stand or fall by nature.  My occupation ended, I fell
a prey to the most sickening impatience, mingled with alarms;
giving ear to the swelling rumour of the streets, and at each
change of sound or silence, starting, shrinking, and colouring to
the brow.  Love is not to be prepared, I know, without some
knowledge of the object; and yet, when the cab at last rattled to
the door and I heard my visitor mount the stairs, such was the
tumult of hopes in my poor bosom that love itself might have been
proud to own their parentage.  The door opened, and it was Doctor
Grierson that appeared.  I believe I must have screamed aloud, and
I know, at least, that I fell fainting to the floor.

When I came to myself he was standing over me, counting my pulse.
'I have startled you,' he said.  'A difficulty unforeseen--the
impossibility of obtaining a certain drug in its full purity--has
forced me to resort to London unprepared.  I regret that I should
have shown myself once more without those poor attractions which
are much, perhaps, to you, but to me are no more considerable than
rain that falls into the sea.  Youth is but a state, as passing as
that syncope from which you are but just awakened, and, if there be
truth in science, as easy to recall; for I find, Asenath, that I
must now take you for my confidant.  Since my first years, I have
devoted every hour and act of life to one ambitious task; and the
time of my success is at hand.  In these new countries, where I was
so long content to stay, I collected indispensable ingredients; I
have fortified myself on every side from the possibility of error;
what was a dream now takes the substance of reality; and when I
offered you a son of mine I did so in a figure.  That son--that
husband, Asenath, is myself--not as you now behold me, but restored
to the first energy of youth.  You think me mad?  It is the
customary attitude of ignorance.  I will not argue; I will leave
facts to speak.  When you behold me purified, invigorated, renewed,
restamped in the original image--when you recognise in me (what I
shall be) the first perfect expression of the powers of mankind--I
shall be able to laugh with a better grace at your passing and
natural incredulity.  To what can you aspire--fame, riches, power,
the charm of youth, the dear-bought wisdom of age--that I shall not
be able to afford you in perfection?  Do not deceive yourself.  I
already excel you in every human gift but one:  when that gift also
has been restored to me you will recognise your master.'

Hereupon, consulting his watch, he told me he must now leave me to
myself; and bidding me consult reason, and not girlish fancies, he
withdrew.  I had not the courage to move; the night fell and found
me still where he had laid me during my faint, my face buried in my
hands, my soul drowned in the darkest apprehensions.  Late in the
evening he returned, carrying a candle, and, with a certain
irritable tremor, bade me rise and sup.  'Is it possible,' he
added, 'that I have been deceived in your courage?  A cowardly girl
is no fit mate for me.'

I flung myself before him on my knees, and with floods of tears
besought him to release me from this engagement, assuring him that
my cowardice was abject, and that in every point of intellect and
character I was his hopeless and derisible inferior.

'Why, certainly,' he replied.  'I know you better than yourself;
and I am well enough acquainted with human nature to understand
this scene.  It is addressed to me,' he added with a smile, 'in my
character of the still untransformed.  But do not alarm yourself
about the future.  Let me but attain my end, and not you only,
Asenath, but every woman on the face of the earth becomes my
willing slave.'

Thereupon he obliged me to rise and eat; sat down with me to table;
helped and entertained me with the attentions of a fashionable
host; and it was not till a late hour, that, bidding me courteously
good-night, he once more left me alone to my misery.

In all this talk of an elixir and the restoration of his youth, I
scarce knew from which hypothesis I should the more eagerly recoil.
If his hopes reposed on any base of fact, if indeed, by some
abhorrent miracle, he should discard his age, death were my only
refuge from that most unnatural, that most ungodly union.  If, on
the other hand, these dreams were merely lunatic, the madness of a
life waxed suddenly acute, my pity would become a load almost as
heavy to bear as my revolt against the marriage.  So passed the
night, in alternations of rebellion and despair, of hate and pity;
and with the next morning I was only to comprehend more fully my
enslaved position.  For though he appeared with a very tranquil
countenance, he had no sooner observed the marks of grief upon my
brow than an answering darkness gathered on his own.  'Asenath.' he
said, 'you owe me much already; with one finger I still hold you
suspended over death; my life is full of labour and anxiety; and I
choose,' said he, with a remarkable accent of command, 'that you
shall greet me with a pleasant face.'  He never needed to repeat
the recommendation; from that day forward I was always ready to
receive him with apparent cheerfulness; and he rewarded me with a
good deal of his company, and almost more than I could bear of his
confidence.  He had set up a laboratory in the back part of the
house, where he toiled day and night at his elixir, and he would
come thence to visit me in my parlour:  now with passing humours of
discouragement; now, and far more often, radiant with hope.  It was
impossible to see so much of him, and not to recognise that the
sands of his life were running low; and yet all the time he would
be laying out vast fields of future, and planning, with all the
confidence of youth, the most unbounded schemes of pleasure and
ambition.  How I replied I know not; but I found a voice and words
to answer, even while I wept and raged to hear him.

A week ago the doctor entered my room with the marks of great
exhilaration contending with pitiful bodily weakness.  'Asenath,'
said he, 'I have now obtained the last ingredient.  In one week
from now the perilous moment of the last projection will draw nigh.
You have once before assisted, although unconsciously, at the
failure of a similar experiment.  It was the elixir which so
terribly exploded one night when you were passing my house; and it
is idle to deny that the conduct of so delicate a process, among
the million jars and trepidations of so great a city, presents a
certain element of danger.  From this point of view, I cannot but
regret the perfect stillness of my house among the deserts; but, on
the other hand, I have succeeded in proving that the singularly
unstable equilibrium of the elixir, at the moment of projection, is
due rather to the impurity than to the nature of the ingredients;
and as all are now of an equal and exquisite nicety, I have little
fear for the result.  In a week then from to-day, my dear Asenath,
this period of trial will be ended.'  And he smiled upon me in a
manner unusually paternal.

I smiled back with my lips, but at my heart there raged the
blackest and most unbridled terror.  What if he failed?  And oh,
tenfold worse! what if he succeeded?  What detested and unnatural
changeling would appear before me to claim my hand?  And could
there, I asked myself with a dreadful sinking, be any truth in his
boasts of an assured victory over my reluctance?  I knew him,
indeed, to be masterful, to lead my life at a sign.  Suppose, then,
this experiment to succeed; suppose him to return to me, hideously
restored, like a vampire in a legend; and suppose that, by some
devilish fascination . . . My head turned; all former fears
deserted me:  and I felt I could embrace the worst in preference to

My mind was instantly made up.  The doctor's presence in London was
justified by the affairs of the Mormon polity.  Often, in our
conversation, he would gloat over the details of that great
organisation, which he feared even while yet he wielded it; and
would remind me, that even in the humming labyrinth of London, we
were still visible to that unsleeping eye in Utah.  His visitors,
indeed, who were of every sort, from the missionary to the
destroying angel, and seemed to belong to every rank of life, had,
up to that moment, filled me with unmixed repulsion and alarm.  I
knew that if my secret were to reach the ear of any leader my fate
were sealed beyond redemption; and yet in my present pass of horror
and despair, it was to these very men that I turned for help.  I
waylaid upon the stair one of the Mormon missionaries, a man of a
low class, but not inaccessible to pity; told him I scarce remember
what elaborate fable to explain my application; and by his
intermediacy entered into correspondence with my father's family.
They recognised my claim for help, and on this very day I was to
begin my escape.

Last night I sat up fully dressed, awaiting the result of the
doctor's labours, and prepared against the worst.  The nights at
this season and in this northern latitude are short; and I had soon
the company of the returning daylight.  The silence in and around
the house was only broken by the movements of the doctor in the
laboratory; to these I listened, watch in hand, awaiting the hour
of my escape, and yet consumed by anxiety about the strange
experiment that was going forward overhead.  Indeed, now that I was
conscious of some protection for myself, my sympathies had turned
more directly to the doctor's side; I caught myself even praying
for his success; and when some hours ago a low, peculiar cry
reached my ears from the laboratory, I could no longer control my
impatience, but mounted the stairs and opened the door.

The doctor was standing in the middle of the room; in his hand a
large, round-bellied, crystal flask, some three parts full of a
bright amber-coloured liquid; on his face a rapture of gratitude
and joy unspeakable.  As he saw me he raised the flask at arm's
length.  'Victory!' he cried.  'Victory, Asenath!'  And then--
whether the flask escaped his trembling fingers, or whether the
explosion were spontaneous, I cannot tell--enough that we were
thrown, I against the door-post, the doctor into the corner of the
room; enough that we were shaken to the soul by the same explosion
that must have startled you upon the street; and that, in the brief
space of an indistinguishable instant, there remained nothing of
the labours of the doctor's lifetime but a few shards of broken
crystal and those voluminous and ill-smelling vapours that pursued
me in my flight.


What with the lady's animated manner and dramatic conduct of her
voice, Challoner had thrilled to every incident with genuine
emotion.  His fancy, which was not perhaps of a very lively
character, applauded both the matter and the style; but the more
judicial functions of his mind refused assent.  It was an excellent
story; and it might be true, but he believed it was not.  Miss
Fonblanque was a lady, and it was doubtless possible for a lady to
wander from the truth; but how was a gentleman to tell her so?  His
spirits for some time had been sinking, but they now fell to zero;
and long after her voice had died away he still sat with a troubled
and averted countenance, and could find no form of words to thank
her for her narrative.  His mind, indeed, was empty of everything
beyond a dull longing for escape.  From this pause, which grew the
more embarrassing with every second, he was roused by the sudden
laughter of the lady.  His vanity was alarmed; he turned and faced
her; their eyes met; and he caught from hers a spark of such frank
merriment as put him instantly at ease.

'You certainly,' he said, 'appear to bear your calamities with
excellent spirit.'

'Do I not?' she cried, and fell once more into delicious laughter.
But from this access she more speedily recovered.  'This is all
very well,' said she, nodding at him gravely, 'but I am still in a
most distressing situation, from which, if you deny me your help, I
shall find it difficult indeed to free myself.'

At this mention of help Challoner fell back to his original gloom.

'My sympathies are much engaged with you,' he said, 'and I should
be delighted, I am sure.  But our position is most unusual; and
circumstances over which I have, I can assure you, no control,
deprive me of the power--the pleasure--Unless, indeed,' he added,
somewhat brightening at the thought, 'I were to recommend you to
the care of the police?'

She laid her hand upon his arm and looked hard into his eyes; and
he saw with wonder that, for the first time since the moment of
their meeting, every trace of colour had faded from her cheek.

'Do so,' she said, 'and--weigh my words well--you kill me as
certainly as with a knife.'

'God bless me!' exclaimed Challoner.

'Oh,' she cried, 'I can see you disbelieve my story and make light
of the perils that surround me; but who are you to judge?  My
family share my apprehensions; they help me in secret; and you saw
yourself by what an emissary, and in what a place, they have chosen
to supply me with the funds for my escape.  I admit that you are
brave and clever and have impressed me most favourably; but how are
you to prefer your opinion before that of my uncle, an ex-minister
of state, a man with the ear of the Queen, and of a long political
experience?  If I am mad, is he?  And you must allow me, besides, a
special claim upon your help.  Strange as you may think my story,
you know that much of it is true; and if you who heard the
explosion and saw the Mormon at Victoria, refuse to credit and
assist me, to whom am I to turn?'

'He gave you money then?' asked Challoner, who had been dwelling
singly on that fact.

'I begin to interest you,' she cried.  'But, frankly, you are
condemned to help me.  If the service I had to ask of you were
serious, were suspicious, were even unusual, I should say no more.
But what is it?  To take a pleasure trip (for which, if you will
suffer me, I propose to pay) and to carry from one lady to another
a sum of money!  What can be more simple?'

'Is the sum,' asked Challoner, 'considerable?'

She produced a packet from her bosom; and observing that she had
not yet found time to make the count, tore open the cover and
spread upon her knees a considerable number of Bank of England
notes.  It took some time to make the reckoning, for the notes were
of every degree of value; but at last, and counting a few loose
sovereigns, she made out the sum to be a little under 710 pounds
sterling.  The sight of so much money worked an immediate
revolution in the mind of Challoner.

'And you propose, madam,' he cried, 'to intrust that money to a
perfect stranger?'

'Ah!' said she, with a charming smile, 'but I no longer regard you
as a stranger.'

'Madam,' said Challoner, 'I perceive I must make you a confession.
Although of a very good family--through my mother, indeed, a lineal
descendant of the patriot Bruce--I dare not conceal from you that
my affairs are deeply, very deeply involved.  I am in debt; my
pockets are practically empty; and, in short, I am fallen to that
state when a considerable sum of money would prove to many men an
irresistible temptation.'

'Do you not see,' returned the young lady, 'that by these words you
have removed my last hesitation?  Take them.'  And she thrust the
notes into the young man's hand.

He sat so long, holding them, like a baby at the font, that Miss
Fonblanque once more bubbled into laughter.

'Pray,' she said, 'hesitate no further; put them in your pocket;
and to relieve our position of any shadow of embarrassment, tell me
by what name I am to address my knight-errant, for I find myself
reduced to the awkwardness of the pronoun.'

Had borrowing been in question, the wisdom of our ancestors had
come lightly to the young man's aid; but upon what pretext could he
refuse so generous a trust?  Upon none he saw, that was not
unpardonably wounding; and the bright eyes and the high spirits of
his companion had already made a breach in the rampart of
Challoner's caution.  The whole thing, he reasoned, might be a mere
mystification, which it were the height of solemn folly to resent.
On the other hand, the explosion, the interview at the public-
house, and the very money in his hands, seemed to prove beyond
denial the existence of some serious danger; and if that were so,
could he desert her?  There was a choice of risks:  the risk of
behaving with extraordinary incivility and unhandsomeness to a
lady, and the risk of going on a fool's errand.  The story seemed
false; but then the money was undeniable.  The whole circumstances
were questionable and obscure; but the lady was charming, and had
the speech and manners of society.  While he still hung in the
wind, a recollection returned upon his mind with some of the
dignity of prophecy.  Had he not promised Somerset to break with
the traditions of the commonplace, and to accept the first
adventure offered?  Well, here was the adventure.

He thrust the money into his pocket.

'My name is Challoner,' said he.

'Mr. Challoner,' she replied, 'you have come very generously to my
aid when all was against me.  Though I am myself a very humble
person, my family commands great interest; and I do not think you
will repent this handsome action.'

Challoner flushed with pleasure.

'I imagine that, perhaps, a consulship,' she added, her eyes
dwelling on him with a judicial admiration, 'a consulship in some
great town or capital--or else--But we waste time; let us set about
the work of my delivery.'

She took his arm with a frank confidence that went to his heart;
and once more laying by all serious thoughts, she entertained him,
as they crossed the park, with her agreeable gaiety of mind.  Near
the Marble Arch they found a hansom, which rapidly conveyed them to
the terminus at Euston Square; and here, in the hotel, they sat
down to an excellent breakfast.  The young lady's first step was to
call for writing materials and write, upon one corner of the table,
a hasty note; still, as she did so, glancing with smiles at her
companion.  'Here,' said she, 'here is the letter which will
introduce you to my cousin.'  She began to fold the paper.  'My
cousin, although I have never seen her, has the character of a very
charming woman and a recognised beauty; of that I know nothing, but
at least she has been very kind to me; so has my lord her father;
so have you--kinder than all--kinder than I can bear to think of.'
She said this with unusual emotion; and, at the same time, sealed
the envelope.  'Ah!' she cried, 'I have shut my letter!  It is not
quite courteous; and yet, as between friends, it is perhaps better
so.  I introduce you, after all, into a family secret; and though
you and I are already old comrades, you are still unknown to my
uncle.  You go then to this address, Richard Street, Glasgow; go,
please, as soon as you arrive; and give this letter with your own
hands into those of Miss Fonblanque, for that is the name by which
she is to pass.  When we next meet, you will tell me what you think
of her,' she added, with a touch of the provocative.

'Ah,' said Challoner, almost tenderly, 'she can be nothing to me.'

'You do not know,' replied the young lady, with a sigh.  'By-the-
bye, I had forgotten--it is very childish, and I am almost ashamed
to mention it--but when you see Miss Fonblanque, you will have to
make yourself a little ridiculous; and I am sure the part in no way
suits you.  We had agreed upon a watchword.  You will have to
address an earl's daughter in these words:  "NIGGER, NIGGER, NEVER
DIE;" but reassure yourself,' she added, laughing, 'for the fair
patrician will at once finish the quotation.  Come now, say your

'"Nigger, nigger, never die,"' repeated Challoner, with undisguised

Miss Fonblanque went into fits of laughter.  'Excellent,' said she,
'it will be the most humorous scene.'  And she laughed again.

'And what will be the counterword?' asked Challoner stiffly.

'I will not tell you till the last moment,' said she; 'for I
perceive you are growing too imperious.'

Breakfast over, she accompanied the young man to the platform,
bought him the Graphic, the Athenaeum, and a paper-cutter, and
stood on the step conversing till the whistle sounded.  Then she
put her head into the carriage.  'BLACK FACE AND SHINING EYE!' she
whispered, and instantly leaped down upon the platform, with a
thrill of gay and musical laughter.  As the train steamed out of
the great arch of glass, the sound of that laughter still rang in
the young man's ears.

Challoner's position was too unusual to be long welcome to his
mind.  He found himself projected the whole length of England, on a
mission beset with obscure and ridiculous circumstances, and yet,
by the trust he had accepted, irrevocably bound to persevere.  How
easy it appeared, in the retrospect, to have refused the whole
proposal, returned the money, and gone forth again upon his own
affairs, a free and happy man!  And it was now impossible:  the
enchantress who had held him with her eye had now disappeared,
taking his honour in pledge; and as she had failed to leave him an
address, he was denied even the inglorious safety of retreat.  To
use the paper-knife, or even to read the periodicals with which she
had presented him, was to renew the bitterness of his remorse; and
as he was alone in the compartment, he passed the day staring at
the landscape in impotent repentance, and long before he was landed
on the platform of St. Enoch's, had fallen to the lowest and
coldest zones of self-contempt.

As he was hungry, and elegant in his habits, he would have
preferred to dine and to remove the stains of travel; but the words
of the young lady, and his own impatient eagerness, would suffer no
delay.  In the late, luminous, and lamp-starred dusk of the summer
evening, he accordingly set forward with brisk steps.

The street to which he was directed had first seen the day in the
character of a row of small suburban villas on a hillside; but the
extension of the city had long since, and on every hand, surrounded
it with miles of streets.  From the top of the hill a range of very
tall buildings, densely inhabited by the poorest classes of the
population and variegated by drying-poles from every second window,
overplumbed the villas and their little gardens like a sea-board
cliff.  But still, under the grime of years of city smoke, these
antiquated cottages, with their venetian blinds and rural
porticoes, retained a somewhat melancholy savour of the past.

The street when Challoner entered it was perfectly deserted.  From
hard by, indeed, the sound of a thousand footfalls filled the ear;
but in Richard Street itself there was neither light nor sound of
human habitation.  The appearance of the neighbourhood weighed
heavily on the mind of the young man; once more, as in the streets
of London, he was impressed with the sense of city deserts; and as
he approached the number indicated, and somewhat falteringly rang
the bell, his heart sank within him.

The bell was ancient, like the house; it had a thin and garrulous
note; and it was some time before it ceased to sound from the rear
quarters of the building.  Following upon this an inner door was
stealthily opened, and careful and catlike steps drew near along
the hall.  Challoner, supposing he was to be instantly admitted,
produced his letter, and, as well as he was able, prepared a
smiling face.  To his indescribable surprise, however, the
footsteps ceased, and then, after a pause and with the like
stealthiness, withdrew once more, and died away in the interior of
the house.  A second time the young man rang violently at the bell;
a second time, to his keen hearkening, a certain bustle of discreet
footing moved upon the hollow boards of the old villa; and again
the fainthearted garrison only drew near to retreat.  The cup of
the visitor's endurance was now full to overflowing; and,
committing the whole family of Fonblanque to every mood and shade
of condemnation, he turned upon his heel and redescended the steps.
Perhaps the mover in the house was watching from a window, and
plucked up courage at the sight of this desistance; or perhaps,
where he lurked trembling in the back parts of the villa, reason in
its own right had conquered his alarms.  Challoner, at least, had
scarce set foot upon the pavement when he was arrested by the sound
of the withdrawal of an inner bolt; one followed another, rattling
in their sockets; the key turned harshly in the lock; the door
opened; and there appeared upon the threshold a man of a very
stalwart figure in his shirt sleeves.  He was a person neither of
great manly beauty nor of a refined exterior; he was not the man,
in ordinary moods, to attract the eyes of the observer; but as he
now stood in the doorway, he was marked so legibly with the extreme
passion of terror that Challoner stood wonder-struck.  For a
fraction of a minute they gazed upon each other in silence; and
then the man of the house, with ashen lips and gasping voice,
inquired the business of his visitor.  Challoner replied, in tones
from which he strove to banish his surprise, that he was the bearer
of a letter to a certain Miss Fonblanque.  At this name, as at a
talisman, the man fell back and impatiently invited him to enter;
and no sooner had the adventurer crossed the threshold, than the
door was closed behind him and his retreat cut off.

It was already long past eight at night; and though the late
twilight of the north still lingered in the streets, in the passage
it was already groping dark.  The man led Challoner directly to a
parlour looking on the garden to the back.  Here he had apparently
been supping; for by the light of a tallow dip the table was seen
to be covered with a napkin, and set out with a quart of bottled
ale and the heel of a Gouda cheese.  The room, on the other hand,
was furnished with faded solidity, and the walls were lined with
scholarly and costly volumes in glazed cases.  The house must have
been taken furnished; for it had no congruity with this man of the
shirt sleeves and the mean supper.  As for the earl's daughter, the
earl and the visionary consulships in foreign cities, they had long
ago begun to fade in Challoner's imagination.  Like Doctor Grierson
and the Mormon angels, they were plainly woven of the stuff of
dreams.  Not an illusion remained to the knight-errant; not a hope
was left him, but to be speedily relieved from this disreputable

The man had continued to regard his visitor with undisguised
anxiety, and began once more to press him for his errand.

'I am here,' said Challoner, 'simply to do a service between two
ladies; and I must ask you, without further delay, to summon Miss
Fonblanque, into whose hands alone I am authorised to deliver the
letter that I bear.'

A growing wonder began to mingle on the man's face with the lines
of solicitude.  'I am Miss Fonblanque,' he said; and then,
perceiving the effect of this communication, 'Good God!' he cried,
'what are you staring at?  I tell you, I am Miss Fonblanque.'

Seeing the speaker wore a chin-beard of considerable length, and
the remainder of his face was blue with shaving, Challoner could
only suppose himself the subject of a jest.  He was no longer under
the spell of the young lady's presence; and with men, and above all
with his inferiors, he was capable of some display of spirit.

'Sir,' said he, pretty roundly, 'I have put myself to great
inconvenience for persons of whom I know too little, and I begin to
be weary of the business.  Either you shall immediately summon Miss
Fonblanque, or I leave this house and put myself under the
direction of the police.'

'This is horrible!' exclaimed the man.  'I declare before Heaven I
am the person meant, but how shall I convince you?  It must have
been Clara, I perceive, that sent you on this errand--a madwoman,
who jests with the most deadly interests; and here we are
incapable, perhaps, of an agreement, and Heaven knows what may
depend on our delay!'

He spoke with a really startling earnestness; and at the same time
there flashed upon the mind of Challoner the ridiculous jingle
which was to serve as password.  'This may, perhaps, assist you,'
he said, and then, with some embarrassment, '"Nigger, nigger, never

A light of relief broke upon the troubled countenance of the man
with the chin-beard.  '"Black face and shining eye"--give me the
letter,' he panted, in one gasp.

'Well,' said Challoner, though still with some reluctance, 'I
suppose I must regard you as the proper recipient; and though I may
justly complain of the spirit in which I have been treated, I am
only too glad to be done with all responsibility.  Here it is,' and
he produced the envelope.

The man leaped upon it like a beast, and with hands that trembled
in a manner painful to behold, tore it open and unfolded the
letter.  As he read, terror seemed to mount upon him to the pitch
of nightmare.  He struck one hand upon his brow, while with the
other, as if unconsciously, he crumpled the paper to a ball.  'My
gracious powers!' he cried; and then, dashing to the window, which
stood open on the garden, he clapped forth his head and shoulders,
and whistled long and shrill.  Challoner fell back into a corner,
and resolutely grasping his staff, prepared for the most desperate
events; but the thoughts of the man with the chin-beard were far
removed from violence.  Turning again into the room, and once more
beholding his visitor, whom he appeared to have forgotten, he
fairly danced with trepidation.  'Impossible!' he cried.  'Oh,
quite impossible!  O Lord, I have lost my head.'  And then, once
more striking his hand upon his brow, 'The money!' he exclaimed.
'Give me the money.'

'My good friend,' replied Challoner, 'this is a very painful
exhibition; and until I see you reasonably master of yourself, I
decline to proceed with any business.'

'You are quite right,' said the man.  'I am of a very nervous
habit; a long course of the dumb ague has undermined my
constitution.  But I know you have money; it may be still the
saving of me; and oh, dear young gentleman, in pity's name be
expeditious!'  Challoner, sincerely uneasy as he was, could scarce
refrain from laughter; but he was himself in a hurry to be gone,
and without more delay produced the money.  'You will find the sum,
I trust, correct,' he observed 'and let me ask you to give me a

But the man heeded him not.  He seized the money, and disregarding
the sovereigns that rolled loose upon the floor, thrust the bundle
of notes into his pocket.

'A receipt,' repeated Challoner, with some asperity.  'I insist on
a receipt.'

'Receipt?' repeated the man, a little wildly.  'A receipt?
Immediately!  Await me here.'

Challoner, in reply, begged the gentleman to lose no unnecessary
time, as he was himself desirous of catching a particular train.

'Ah, by God, and so am I!' exclaimed the man with the chin-beard;
and with that he was gone out of the room, and had rattled
upstairs, four at a time, to the upper story of the villa.

'This is certainly a most amazing business,' thought Challoner;
'certainly a most disquieting affair; and I cannot conceal from
myself that I have become mixed up with either lunatics or
malefactors.  I may truly thank my stars that I am so nearly and so
creditably done with it.'  Thus thinking, and perhaps remembering
the episode of the whistle, he turned to the open window.  The
garden was still faintly clear; he could distinguish the stairs and
terraces with which the small domain had been adorned by former
owners, and the blackened bushes and dead trees that had once
afforded shelter to the country birds; beyond these he saw the
strong retaining wall, some thirty feet in height, which enclosed
the garden to the back; and again above that, the pile of dingy
buildings rearing its frontage high into the night.  A peculiar
object lying stretched upon the lawn for some time baffled his
eyesight; but at length he had made it out to be a long ladder, or
series of ladders bound into one; and he was still wondering of
what service so great an instrument could be in such a scant
enclosure, when he was recalled to himself by the noise of some one
running violently down the stairs.  This was followed by the
sudden, clamorous banging of the house door; and that again, by
rapid and retreating footsteps in the street.

Challoner sprang into the passage.  He ran from room to room,
upstairs and downstairs; and in that old dingy and worm-eaten
house, he found himself alone.  Only in one apartment, looking to
the front, were there any traces of the late inhabitant:  a bed
that had been recently slept in and not made, a chest of drawers
disordered by a hasty search, and on the floor a roll of crumpled
paper.  This he picked up.  The light in this upper story looking
to the front was considerably brighter than in the parlour; and he
was able to make out that the paper bore the mark of the hotel at
Euston, and even, by peering closely, to decipher the following
lines in a very elegant and careful female hand:

'DEAR M'GUIRE,--It is certain your retreat is known.  We have just
had another failure, clockwork thirty hours too soon, with the
usual humiliating result.  Zero is quite disheartened.  We are all
scattered, and I could find no one but the SOLEMN ASS who brings
you this and the money.  I would love to see your meeting.--Ever


Challoner was stricken to the heart.  He perceived by what
facility, by what unmanly fear of ridicule, he had been brought
down to be the gull of this intriguer; and his wrath flowed forth
in almost equal measure against himself, against the woman, and
against Somerset, whose idle counsels had impelled him to embark on
that adventure.  At the same time a great and troubled curiosity,
and a certain chill of fear, possessed his spirit.  The conduct of
the man with the chin-beard, the terms of the letter, and the
explosion of the early morning, fitted together like parts in some
obscure and mischievous imbroglio.  Evil was certainly afoot; evil,
secrecy, terror, and falsehood were the conditions and the passions
of the people among whom he had begun to move, like a blind puppet;
and he who began as a puppet, his experience told him, was often
doomed to perish as a victim.

From the stupor of deep thought into which he had glided with the
letter in his hand, he was awakened by the clatter of the bell.  He
glanced from the window; and, conceive his horror and surprise when
he beheld, clustered on the steps, in the front garden and on the
pavement of the street, a formidable posse of police!  He started
to the full possession of his powers and courage.  Escape, and
escape at any cost, was the one idea that possessed him.  Swiftly
and silently he redescended the creaking stairs; he was already in
the passage when a second and more imperious summons from the door
awoke the echoes of the empty house; nor had the bell ceased to
jangle before he had bestridden the window-sill of the parlour and
was lowering himself into the garden.  His coat was hooked upon the
iron flower-basket; for a moment he hung dependent heels and head
below; and then, with the noise of rending cloth, and followed by
several pots, he dropped upon the sod.  Once more the bell was
rung, and now with furious and repeated peals.  The desperate
Challoner turned his eyes on every side.  They fell upon the
ladder, and he ran to it, and with strenuous but unavailing effort
sought to raise it from the ground.  Suddenly the weight, which was
thus resisting his whole strength, began to lighten in his hands;
the ladder, like a thing of life, reared its bulk from off the sod;
and Challoner, leaping back with a cry of almost superstitious
terror, beheld the whole structure mount, foot by foot, against the
face of the retaining wall.  At the same time, two heads were dimly
visible above the parapet, and he was hailed by a guarded whistle.
Something in its modulation recalled, like an echo, the whistle of
the man with the chin-beard,

Had he chanced upon a means of escape prepared beforehand by those
very miscreants whose messenger and gull he had become?  Was this,
indeed, a means of safety, or but the starting-point of further
complication and disaster?  He paused not to reflect.  Scarce was
the ladder reared to its full length than he had sprung already on
the rounds; hand over hand, swift as an ape, he scaled the
tottering stairway.  Strong arms received, embraced, and helped
him; he was lifted and set once more upon the earth; and with the
spasm of his alarm yet unsubsided, found himself in the company of
two rough-looking men, in the paved back yard of one of the tall
houses that crowned the summit of the hill.  Meanwhile, from below,
the note of the bell had been succeeded by the sound of vigorous
and redoubling blows.

'Are you all out?' asked one of his companions; and, as soon as he
had babbled an answer in the affirmative, the rope was cut from the
top round, and the ladder thrust roughly back into the garden,
where it fell and broke with clattering reverberations.  Its fall
was hailed with many broken cries; for the whole of Richard Street
was now in high emotion, the people crowding to the windows or
clambering on the garden walls.  The same man who had already
addressed Challoner seized him by the arm; whisked him through the
basement of the house and across the street upon the other side;
and before the unfortunate adventurer had time to realise his
situation, a door was opened, and he was thrust into a low and dark

'Bedad,' observed his guide, 'there was no time to lose.  Is
M'Guire gone, or was it you that whistled?

'M'Guire is gone,' said Challoner.

The guide now struck a light.  'Ah,' said he, 'this will never do.
You dare not go upon the streets in such a figure.  Wait quietly
here and I will bring you something decent.'

With that the man was gone, and Challoner, his attention thus
rudely awakened, began ruefully to consider the havoc that had been
worked in his attire.  His hat was gone; his trousers were cruelly
ripped; and the best part of one tail of his very elegant frockcoat
had been left hanging from the iron crockets of the window.  He had
scarce had time to measure these disasters when his host re-entered
the apartment and proceeded, without a word, to envelop the refined
and urbane Challoner in a long ulster of the cheapest material, and
of a pattern so gross and vulgar that his spirit sickened at the
sight.  This calumnious disguise was crowned and completed by a
soft felt hat of the Tyrolese design, and several sizes too small.
At another moment Challoner would simply have refused to issue
forth upon the world thus travestied; but the desire to escape from
Glasgow was now too strongly and too exclusively impressed upon his
mind.  With one haggard glance at the spotted tails of his new
coat, he inquired what was to pay for this accoutrement.  The man
assured him that the whole expense was easily met from funds in his
possession, and begged him, instead of wasting time, to make his
best speed out of the neighbourhood.

The young man was not loath to take the hint.  True to his usual
courtesy, he thanked the speaker and complimented him upon his
taste in greatcoats; and leaving the man somewhat abashed by these
remarks and the manner of their delivery, he hurried forth into the
lamplit city.  The last train was gone ere, after many deviations,
he had reached the terminus.  Attired as he was he dared not
present himself at any reputable inn; and he felt keenly that the
unassuming dignity of his demeanour would serve to attract
attention, perhaps mirth and possibly suspicion, in any humbler
hostelry.  He was thus condemned to pass the solemn and uneventful
hours of a whole night in pacing the streets of Glasgow;
supperless; a figure of fun for all beholders; waiting the dawn,
with hope indeed, but with unconquerable shrinkings; and above all
things, filled with a profound sense of the folly and weakness of
his conduct.  It may be conceived with what curses he assailed the
memory of the fair narrator of Hyde Park; her parting laughter rang
in his ears all night with damning mockery and iteration; and when
he could spare a thought from this chief artificer of his
confusion, it was to expend his wrath on Somerset and the career of
the amateur detective.  With the coming of day, he found in a shy
milk-shop the means to appease his hunger.  There were still many
hours to wait before the departure of the South express; these he
passed wandering with indescribable fatigue in the obscurer by-
streets of the city; and at length slipped quietly into the station
and took his place in the darkest corner of a third-class carriage.
Here, all day long, he jolted on the bare boards, distressed by
heat and continually reawakened from uneasy slumbers.  By the half
return ticket in his purse, he was entitled to make the journey on
the easy cushions and with the ample space of the first-class; but
alas! in his absurd attire, he durst not, for decency, commingle
with his equals; and this small annoyance, coming last in such a
series of disasters, cut him to the heart.

That night, when, in his Putney lodging, he reviewed the expense,
anxiety, and weariness of his adventure; when he beheld the ruins
of his last good trousers and his last presentable coat; and above
all, when his eye by any chance alighted on the Tyrolese hat or the
degrading ulster, his heart would overflow with bitterness, and it
was only by a serious call on his philosophy that he maintained the
dignity of his demeanour.


Mr. Paul Somerset was a young gentleman of a lively and fiery
imagination, with very small capacity for action.  He was one who
lived exclusively in dreams and in the future:  the creature of his
own theories, and an actor in his own romances.  From the cigar
divan he proceeded to parade the streets, still heated with the
fire of his eloquence, and scouting upon every side for the offer
of some fortunate adventure.  In the continual stream of passers-
by, on the sealed fronts of houses, on the posters that covered the
hoardings, and in every lineament and throb of the great city, he
saw a mysterious and hopeful hieroglyph.  But although the elements
of adventure were streaming by him as thick as drops of water in
the Thames, it was in vain that, now with a beseeching, now with
something of a braggadocio air, he courted and provoked the notice
of the passengers; in vain that, putting fortune to the touch, he
even thrust himself into the way and came into direct collision
with those of the more promising demeanour.  Persons brimful of
secrets, persons pining for affection, persons perishing for lack
of help or counsel, he was sure he could perceive on every side;
but by some contrariety of fortune, each passed upon his way
without remarking the young gentleman, and went farther (surely to
fare worse!) in quest of the confidant, the friend, or the adviser.
To thousands he must have turned an appealing countenance, and yet
not one regarded him.

A light dinner, eaten to the accompaniment of his impetuous
aspirations, broke in upon the series of his attempts on fortune;
and when he returned to the task, the lamps were already lighted,
and the nocturnal crowd was dense upon the pavement.  Before a
certain restaurant, whose name will readily occur to any student of
our Babylon, people were already packed so closely that passage had
grown difficult; and Somerset, standing in the kennel, watched,
with a hope that was beginning to grow somewhat weary, the faces
and the manners of the crowd.  Suddenly he was startled by a gentle
touch upon the shoulder, and facing about, he was aware of a very
plain and elegant brougham, drawn by a pair of powerful horses, and
driven by a man in sober livery.  There were no arms upon the
panel; the window was open, but the interior was obscure; the
driver yawned behind his palm; and the young man was already
beginning to suppose himself the dupe of his own fancy, when a
hand, no larger than a child's and smoothly gloved in white,
appeared in a corner of the window and privily beckoned him to
approach.  He did so, and looked in.  The carriage was occupied by
a single small and very dainty figure, swathed head and shoulders
in impenetrable folds of white lace; and a voice, speaking low and
silvery, addressed him in these words -

'Open the door and get in.'

'It must be,' thought the young man with an almost unbearable
thrill, 'it must be that duchess at last!'  Yet, although the
moment was one to which he had long looked forward, it was with a
certain share of alarm that he opened the door, and, mounting into
the brougham, took his seat beside the lady of the lace.  Whether
or no she had touched a spring, or given some other signal, the
young man had hardly closed the door before the carriage, with
considerable swiftness, and with a very luxurious and easy movement
on its springs, turned and began to drive towards the west.

Somerset, as I have written, was not unprepared; it had long been
his particular pleasure to rehearse his conduct in the most
unlikely situations; and this, among others, of the patrician
ravisher, was one he had familiarly studied.  Strange as it may
seem, however, he could find no apposite remark; and as the lady,
on her side, vouchsafed no further sign, they continued to drive in
silence through the streets.  Except for alternate flashes from the
passing lamps, the carriage was plunged in obscurity; and beyond
the fact that the fittings were luxurious, and that the lady was
singularly small and slender in person, and, all but one gloved
hand, still swathed in her costly veil, the young man could
decipher no detail of an inspiring nature.  The suspense began to
grow unbearable.  Twice he cleared his throat, and twice the whole
resources of the language failed him.  In similar scenes, when he
had forecast them on the theatre of fancy, his presence of mind had
always been complete, his eloquence remarkable; and at this
disparity between the rehearsal and the performance, he began to be
seized with a panic of apprehension.  Here, on the very threshold
of adventure, suppose him ignominiously to fail; suppose that after
ten, twenty, or sixty seconds of still uninterrupted silence, the
lady should touch the check-string and re-deposit him, weighed and
found wanting, on the common street!  Thousands of persons of no
mind at all, he reasoned, would be found more equal to the part;
could, that very instant, by some decisive step, prove the lady's
choice to have been well inspired, and put a stop to this
intolerable silence.

His eye, at this point, lighted on the hand.  It was better to fall
by desperate councils than to continue as he was; and with one
tremulous swoop he pounced on the gloved fingers and drew them to
himself.  One overt step, it had appeared to him, would dissolve
the spell of his embarrassment; in act, he found it otherwise:  he
found himself no less incapable of speech or further progress; and
with the lady's hand in his, sat helpless.  But worse was in store.
A peculiar quivering began to agitate the form of his companion;
the hand that lay unresistingly in Somerset's trembled as with
ague; and presently there broke forth, in the shadow of the
carriage, the bubbling and musical sound of laughter, resisted but
triumphant.  The young man dropped his prize; had it been possible,
he would have bounded from the carriage.  The lady, meanwhile,
lying back upon the cushions, passed on from trill to trill of the
most heartfelt, high-pitched, clear and fairy-sounding merriment.

'You must not be offended,' she said at last, catching an
opportunity between two paroxysms.  'If you have been mistaken in
the warmth of your attentions, the fault is solely mine; it does
not flow from your presumption, but from my eccentric manner of
recruiting friends; and, believe me, I am the last person in the
world to think the worse of a young man for showing spirit.  As for
to-night, it is my intention to entertain you to a little supper;
and if I shall continue to be as much pleased with your manners as
I was taken with your face, I may perhaps end by making you an
advantageous offer.'

Somerset sought in vain to find some form of answer, but his
discomfiture had been too recent and complete.

'Come,' returned the lady, 'we must have no display of temper; that
is for me the one disqualifying fault; and as I perceive we are
drawing near our destination, I shall ask you to descend and offer
me your arm.'

Indeed, at that very moment the carriage drew up before a stately
and severe mansion in a spacious square; and Somerset, who was
possessed of an excellent temper, with the best grace in the world
assisted the lady to alight.  The door was opened by an old woman
of a grim appearance, who ushered the pair into a dining-room
somewhat dimly lighted, but already laid for supper, and occupied
by a prodigious company of large and valuable cats.  Here, as soon
as they were alone, the lady divested herself of the lace in which
she was enfolded; and Somerset was relieved to find, that although
still bearing the traces of great beauty, and still distinguished
by the fire and colour of her eye, her hair was of a silvery
whiteness and her face lined with years.

'And now, mon preux,' said the old lady, nodding at him with a
quaint gaiety, 'you perceive that I am no longer in my first youth.
You will soon find that I am all the better company for that.'

As she spoke, the maid re-entered the apartment with a light but
tasteful supper.  They sat down, accordingly, to table, the cats
with savage pantomime surrounding the old lady's chair; and what
with the excellence of the meal and the gaiety of his entertainer,
Somerset was soon completely at his ease.  When they had well eaten
and drunk, the old lady leaned back in her chair, and taking a cat
upon her lap, subjected her guest to a prolonged but evidently
mirthful scrutiny.

'I fear, madam,' said Somerset, 'that my manners have not risen to
the height of your preconceived opinion.'

'My dear young man,' she replied, 'you were never more mistaken in
your life.  I find you charming, and you may very well have lighted
on a fairy godmother.  I am not one of those who are given to
change their opinions, and short of substantial demerit, those who
have once gained my favour continue to enjoy it; but I have a
singular swiftness of decision, read my fellow men and women with a
glance, and have acted throughout life on first impressions.
Yours, as I tell you, has been favourable; and if, as I suppose,
you are a young fellow of somewhat idle habits, I think it not
improbable that we may strike a bargain.'

'Ah, madam,' returned Somerset, 'you have divined my situation.  I
am a man of birth, parts, and breeding; excellent company, or at
least so I find myself; but by a peculiar iniquity of fate,
destitute alike of trade or money.  I was, indeed, this evening
upon the quest of an adventure, resolved to close with any offer of
interest, emolument, or pleasure; and your summons, which I profess
I am still at some loss to understand, jumped naturally with the
inclination of my mind.  Call it, if you will, impudence; I am
here, at least, prepared for any proposition you can find it in
your heart to make, and resolutely determined to accept.'

'You express yourself very well,' replied the old lady, 'and are
certainly a droll and curious young man.  I should not care to
affirm that you were sane, for I have never found any one entirely
so besides myself; but at least the nature of your madness
entertains me, and I will reward you with some description of my
character and life.'

Thereupon the old lady, still fondling the cat upon her lap,
proceeded to narrate the following particulars.


I was the eldest daughter of the Reverend Bernard Fanshawe, who
held a valuable living in the diocese of Bath and Wells.  Our
family, a very large one, was noted for a sprightly and incisive
wit, and came of a good old stock where beauty was an heirloom.  In
Christian grace of character we were unhappily deficient.  From my
earliest years I saw and deplored the defects of those relatives
whose age and position should have enabled them to conquer my
esteem; and while I was yet a child, my father married a second
wife, in whom (strange to say) the Fanshawe failings were
exaggerated to a monstrous and almost laughable degree.  Whatever
may be said against me, it cannot be denied I was a pattern
daughter; but it was in vain that, with the most touching patience,
I submitted to my stepmother's demands; and from the hour she
entered my father's house, I may say that I met with nothing but
injustice and ingratitude.

I stood not alone, however, in the sweetness of my disposition; for
one other of the family besides myself was free from any violence
of character.  Before I had reached the age of sixteen, this
cousin, John by name, had conceived for me a sincere but silent
passion; and although the poor lad was too timid to hint at the
nature of his feelings, I had soon divined and begun to share them.
For some days I pondered on the odd situation created for me by the
bashfulness of my admirer; and at length, perceiving that he began,
in his distress, rather to avoid than seek my company, I determined
to take the matter into my own hands.  Finding him alone in a
retired part of the rectory garden, I told him that I had divined
his amiable secret, that I knew with what disfavour our union was
sure to be regarded; and that, under the circumstances, I was
prepared to flee with him at once.  Poor John was literally
paralysed with joy; such was the force of his emotions, that he
could find no words in which to thank me; and that I, seeing him
thus helpless, was obliged to arrange, myself, the details of our
flight, and of the stolen marriage which was immediately to crown
it.  John had been at that time projecting a visit to the
metropolis.  In this I bade him persevere, and promised on the
following day to join him at the Tavistock Hotel.

True, on my side, to every detail of our arrangement, I arose, on
the day in question, before the servants, packed a few necessaries
in a bag, took with me the little money I possessed, and bade
farewell for ever to the rectory.  I walked with good spirits to a
town some thirty miles from home, and was set down the next morning
in this great city of London.  As I walked from the coach-office to
the hotel, I could not help exulting in the pleasant change that
had befallen me; beholding, meanwhile, with innocent delight, the
traffic of the streets, and depicting, in all the colours of fancy,
the reception that awaited me from John.  But alas! when I inquired
for Mr. Fanshawe, the porter assured me there was no such gentleman
among the guests.  By what channel our secret had leaked out, or
what pressure had been brought to bear on the too facile John, I
could never fathom.  Enough that my family had triumphed; that I
found myself alone in London, tender in years, smarting under the
most sensible mortification, and by every sentiment of pride and
self-respect debarred for ever from my father's house.

I rose under the blow, and found lodgings in the neighbourhood of
Euston Road, where, for the first time in my life, I tasted the
joys of independence.  Three days afterwards, an advertisement in
the Times directed me to the office of a solicitor whom I knew to
be in my father's confidence.  There I was given the promise of a
very moderate allowance, and a distinct intimation that I must
never look to be received at home.  I could not but resent so cruel
a desertion, and I told the lawyer it was a meeting I desired as
little as themselves.  He smiled at my courageous spirit, paid me
the first quarter of my income, and gave me the remainder of my
personal effects, which had been sent to me, under his care, in a
couple of rather ponderous boxes.  With these I returned in triumph
to my lodgings, more content with my position than I should have
thought possible a week before, and fully determined to make the
best of the future.

All went well for several months; and, indeed, it was my own fault
alone that ended this pleasant and secluded episode of life.  I
have, I must confess, the fatal trick of spoiling my inferiors.  My
landlady, to whom I had as usual been overkind, impertinently
called me in fault for some particular too small to mention; and I,
annoyed that I had allowed her the freedom upon which she thus
presumed, ordered her to leave my presence.  She stood a moment
dumb, and then, recalling her self-possession, 'Your bill,' said
she, 'shall be ready this evening, and to-morrow, madam, you shall
leave my house.  See,' she added, 'that you are able to pay what
you owe me; for if I do not receive the uttermost farthing, no box
of yours shall pass my threshold.'

I was confounded at her audacity, but as a whole quarter's income
was due to me, not otherwise affected by the threat.  That
afternoon, as I left the solicitor's door, carrying in one hand,
and done up in a paper parcel, the whole amount of my fortune,
there befell me one of those decisive incidents that sometimes
shape a life.  The lawyer's office was situate in a street that
opened at the upper end upon the Strand, and was closed at the
lower, at the time of which I speak, by a row of iron railings
looking on the Thames.  Down this street, then, I beheld my
stepmother advancing to meet me, and doubtless bound to the very
house I had just left.  She was attended by a maid whose face was
new to me, but her own was too clearly printed on my memory; and
the sight of it, even from a distance, filled me with generous
indignation.  Flight was impossible.  There was nothing left but to
retreat against the railing, and with my back turned to the street,
pretend to be admiring the barges on the river or the chimneys of
transpontine London.

I was still so standing, and had not yet fully mastered the
turbulence of my emotions, when a voice at my elbow addressed me
with a trivial question.  It was the maid whom my stepmother, with
characteristic hardness, had left to await her on the street, while
she transacted her business with the family solicitor.  The girl
did not know who I was; the opportunity too golden to be lost; and
I was soon hearing the latest news of my father's rectory and
parish.  It did not surprise me to find that she detested her
employers; and yet the terms in which she spoke of them were hard
to bear, hard to let pass unchallenged.  I heard them, however,
without dissent, for my self-command is wonderful; and we might
have parted as we met, had she not proceeded, in an evil hour, to
criticise the rector's missing daughter, and with the most shocking
perversions, to narrate the story of her flight.  My nature is so
essentially generous that I can never pause to reason.  I flung up
my hand sharply, by way, as well as I remember, of indignant
protest; and, in the act, the packet slipped from my fingers,
glanced between the railings, and fell and sunk in the river.  I
stood a moment petrified, and then, struck by the drollery of the
incident, gave way to peals of laughter.  I was still laughing when
my stepmother reappeared, and the maid, who doubtless considered me
insane, ran off to join her; nor had I yet recovered my gravity
when I presented myself before the lawyer to solicit a fresh
advance.  His answer made me serious enough, for it was a flat
refusal; and it was not until I had besought him even with tears,
that he consented to lend me ten pounds from his own pocket.  'I am
a poor man,' said he, 'and you must look for nothing farther at my

The landlady met me at the door.  'Here, madam,' said she, with a
curtsey insolently low, 'here is my bill.  Would it inconvenience
you to settle it at once?'

'You shall be paid, madam,' said I, 'in the morning, in the proper
course.'  And I took the paper with a very high air, but inwardly

I had no sooner looked at it than I perceived myself to be lost.  I
had been short of money and had allowed my debt to mount; and it
had now reached the sum, which I shall never forget, of twelve
pounds thirteen and fourpence halfpenny.  All evening I sat by the
fire considering my situation.  I could not pay the bill; my
landlady would not suffer me to remove my boxes; and without either
baggage or money, how was I to find another lodging?  For three
months, unless I could invent some remedy, I was condemned to be
without a roof and without a penny.  It can surprise no one that I
decided on immediate flight; but even here I was confronted by a
difficulty, for I had no sooner packed my boxes than I found I was
not strong enough to move, far less to carry them.

In this strait I did not hesitate a moment, but throwing on a shawl
and bonnet, and covering my face with a thick veil, I betook myself
to that great bazaar of dangerous and smiling chances, the pavement
of the city.  It was already late at night, and the weather being
wet and windy, there were few abroad besides policemen.  These, on
my present mission, I had wit enough to know for enemies; and
wherever I perceived their moving lanterns, I made haste to turn
aside and choose another thoroughfare.  A few miserable women still
walked the pavement; here and there were young fellows returning
drunk, or ruffians of the lowest class lurking in the mouths of
alleys; but of any one to whom I might appeal in my distress, I
began almost to despair.

At last, at the corner of a street, I ran into the arms of one who
was evidently a gentleman, and who, in all his appointments, from
his furred great-coat to the fine cigar which he was smoking,
comfortably breathed of wealth.  Much as my face has changed from
its original beauty, I still retain (or so I tell myself) some
traces of the youthful lightness of my figure.  Even veiled as I
then was, I could perceive the gentleman was struck by my
appearance:  and this emboldened me for my adventure.

'Sir,' said I, with a quickly beating heart, 'sir, are you one in
whom a lady can confide?'

'Why, my dear,' said he, removing his cigar, 'that depends on
circumstances.  If you will raise your veil--'

'Sir,' I interrupted, 'let there be no mistake.  I ask you, as a
gentleman, to serve me, but I offer no reward.'

'That is frank,' said he; 'but hardly tempting.  And what, may I
inquire, is the nature of the service?'

But I knew well enough it was not my interest to tell him on so
short an interview.  'If you will accompany me,' said I, 'to a
house not far from here, you can see for yourself.'

He looked at me awhile with hesitating eyes; and then, tossing away
his cigar, which was not yet a quarter smoked, 'Here goes!' said
he, and with perfect politeness offered me his arm.  I was wise
enough to take it; to prolong our walk as far as possible, by more
than one excursion from the shortest line; and to beguile the way
with that sort of conversation which should prove to him
indubitably from what station in society I sprang.  By the time we
reached the door of my lodging, I felt sure I had confirmed his
interest, and might venture, before I turned the pass-key, to
beseech him to moderate his voice and to tread softly.  He promised
to obey me:  and I admitted him into the passage and thence into my
sitting-room, which was fortunately next the door.

'And now,' said he, when with trembling fingers I had lighted a
candle, 'what is the meaning of all this?'

'I wish you,' said I, speaking with great difficulty, 'to help me
out with these boxes--and I wish nobody to know.'

He took up the candle.  'And I wish to see your face,' said he.

I turned back my veil without a word, and looked at him with every
appearance of resolve that I could summon up.  For some time he
gazed into my face, still holding up the candle.  'Well,' said he
at last, 'and where do you wish them taken?'

I knew that I had gained my point; and it was with a tremor in my
voice that I replied.  'I had thought we might carry them between
us to the corner of Euston Road,' said I, 'where, even at this late
hour, we may still find a cab.'

'Very good,' was his reply; and he immediately hoisted the heavier
of my trunks upon his shoulder, and taking one handle of the
second, signed to me to help him at the other end.  In this order
we made good our retreat from the house, and without the least
adventure, drew pretty near to the corner of Euston Road.  Before a
house, where there was a light still burning, my companion paused.
'Let us here,' said he, 'set down our boxes, while we go forward to
the end of the street in quest of a cab.  By doing so, we can still
keep an eye upon their safety, and we avoid the very extraordinary
figure we should otherwise present--a young man, a young lady, and
a mass of baggage, standing castaway at midnight on the streets of
London.'  So it was done, and the event proved him to be wise; for
long before there was any word of a cab, a policeman appeared upon
the scene, turned upon us the full glare of his lantern, and hung
suspiciously behind us in a doorway.

'There seem to be no cabs about, policeman,' said my champion, with
affected cheerfulness.  But the constable's answer was ungracious;
and as for the offer of a cigar, with which this rebuff was most
unwisely followed up, he refused it point-blank, and without the
least civility.  The young gentleman looked at me with a warning
grimace, and there we continued to stand, on the edge of the
pavement, in the beating rain, and with the policeman still
silently watching our movements from the doorway.

At last, and after a delay that seemed interminable, a four-wheeler
appeared lumbering along in the mud, and was instantly hailed by my
companion.  'Just pull up here, will you?' he cried.  'We have some
baggage up the street.'

And now came the hitch of our adventure; for when the policeman,
still closely following us, beheld my two boxes lying in the rain,
he arose from mere suspicion to a kind of certitude of something
evil.  The light in the house had been extinguished; the whole
frontage of the street was dark; there was nothing to explain the
presence of these unguarded trunks; and no two innocent people were
ever, I believe, detected in such questionable circumstances.

'Where have these things come from?' asked the policeman, flashing
his light full into my champion's face.

'Why, from that house, of course,' replied the young gentleman,
hastily shouldering a trunk.

The policeman whistled and turned to look at the dark windows; he
then took a step towards the door, as though to knock, a course
which had infallibly proved our ruin; but seeing us already
hurrying down the street under our double burthen, thought better
or worse of it, and followed in our wake.

'For God's sake,' whispered my companion, 'tell me where to drive

'Anywhere,' I replied with anguish.  'I have no idea.  Anywhere you

Thus it befell that, when the boxes had been stowed, and I had
already entered the cab, my deliverer called out in clear tones the
address of the house in which we are now seated.  The policeman, I
could see, was staggered.  This neighbourhood, so retired, so
aristocratic, was far from what he had expected.  For all that, he
took the number of the cab, and spoke for a few seconds and with a
decided manner in the cabman's ear.

'What can he have said?' I gasped, as soon as the cab had rolled

'I can very well imagine,' replied my champion; 'and I can assure
you that you are now condemned to go where I have said; for, should
we attempt to change our destination by the way, the jarvey will
drive us straight to a police-office.  Let me compliment you on
your nerves,' he added.  'I have had, I believe, the most horrible
fright of my existence.'

But my nerves, which he so much misjudged, were in so strange a
disarray that speech was now become impossible; and we made the
drive thenceforward in unbroken silence.  When we arrived before
the door of our destination, the young gentleman alighted, opened
it with a pass-key like one who was at home, bade the driver carry
the trunks into the hall, and dismissed him with a handsome fee.
He then led me into this dining-room, looking nearly as you behold
it, but with certain marks of bachelor occupancy, and hastened to
pour out a glass of wine, which he insisted on my drinking.  As
soon as I could find my voice, 'In God's name,' I cried, 'where am

He told me I was in his house, where I was very welcome, and had no
more urgent business than to rest myself and recover my spirits.
As he spoke he offered me another glass of wine, of which, indeed,
I stood in great want, for I was faint, and inclined to be
hysterical.  Then he sat down beside the fire, lit another cigar,
and for some time observed me curiously in silence.

'And now,' said he, 'that you have somewhat restored yourself, will
you be kind enough to tell me in what sort of crime I have become a
partner?  Are you murderer, smuggler, thief, or only the harmless
and domestic moonlight flitter?'

I had been already shocked by his lighting a cigar without
permission, for I had not forgotten the one he threw away on our
first meeting; and now, at these explicit insults, I resolved at
once to reconquer his esteem.  The judgment of the world I have
consistently despised, but I had already begun to set a certain
value on the good opinion of my entertainer.  Beginning with a note
of pathos, but soon brightening into my habitual vivacity and
humour, I rapidly narrated the circumstances of my birth, my
flight, and subsequent misfortunes.  He heard me to an end in
silence, gravely smoking.  'Miss Fanshawe,' said he, when I had
done, 'you are a very comical and most enchanting creature; and I
can see nothing for it but that I should return to-morrow morning
and satisfy your landlady's demands.'

'You strangely misinterpret my confidence,' was my reply; 'and if
you had at all appreciated my character, you would understand that
I can take no money at your hands.'

'Your landlady will doubtless not be so particular,' he returned;
'nor do I at all despair of persuading even your unconquerable
self.  I desire you to examine me with critical indulgence.  My
name is Henry Luxmore, Lord Southwark's second son.  I possess nine
thousand a year, the house in which we are now sitting, and seven
others in the best neighbourhoods in town.  I do not believe I am
repulsive to the eye, and as for my character, you have seen me
under trial.  I think you simply the most original of created
beings; I need not tell you what you know very well, that you are
ravishingly pretty; and I have nothing more to add, except that,
foolish as it may appear, I am already head over heels in love with

'Sir,' said I, 'I am prepared to be misjudged; but while I continue
to accept your hospitality that fact alone should be enough to
protect me from insult.'

'Pardon me,' said he:  'I offer you marriage.'  And leaning back in
his chair he replaced his cigar between his lips.

I own I was confounded by an offer, not only so unprepared, but
couched in terms so singular.  But he knew very well how to obtain
his purposes, for he was not only handsome in person, but his very
coolness had a charm; and to make a long story short, a fortnight
later I became the wife of the Honourable Henry Luxmore.

For nearly twenty years I now led a life of almost perfect quiet.
My Henry had his weaknesses; I was twice driven to flee from his
roof, but not for long; for though he was easily over-excited, his
nature was placable below the surface, and with all his faults, I
loved him tenderly.  At last he was taken from me; and such is the
power of self-deception, and so strange are the whims of the dying,
he actually assured me, with his latest breath, that he forgave the
violence of my temper!

There was but one pledge of the marriage, my daughter Clara.  She
had, indeed, inherited a shadow of her father's failing; but in all
things else, unless my partial eyes deceived me, she derived her
qualities from me, and might be called my moral image.  On my side,
whatever else I may have done amiss, as a mother I was above
reproach.  Here, then, was surely every promise for the future;
here, at last, was a relation in which I might hope to taste
repose.  But it was not to be.  You will hardly credit me when I
inform you that she ran away from home; yet such was the case.
Some whim about oppressed nationalities--Ireland, Poland, and the
like--has turned her brain; and if you should anywhere encounter a
young lady (I must say, of remarkable attractions) answering to the
name of Luxmore, Lake, or Fonblanque (for I am told she uses these
indifferently, as well as many others), tell her, from me, that I
forgive her cruelty, and though I will never more behold her face,
I am at any time prepared to make her a liberal allowance.

On the death of Mr. Luxmore, I sought oblivion in the details of
business.  I believe I have mentioned that seven mansions, besides
this, formed part of Mr. Luxmore's property:  I have found them
seven white elephants.  The greed of tenants, the dishonesty of
solicitors, and the incapacity that sits upon the bench, have
combined together to make these houses the burthen of my life.  I
had no sooner, indeed, begun to look into these matters for myself,
than I discovered so many injustices and met with so much studied
incivility, that I was plunged into a long series of lawsuits, some
of which are pending to this day.  You must have heard my name
already; I am the Mrs. Luxmore of the Law Reports:  a strange
destiny, indeed, for one born with an almost cowardly desire for
peace!  But I am of the stamp of those who, when they have once
begun a task, will rather die than leave their duty unfulfilled.  I
have met with every obstacle:  insolence and ingratitude from my
own lawyers; in my adversaries, that fault of obstinacy which is to
me perhaps the most distasteful in the calendar; from the bench,
civility indeed--always, I must allow, civility--but never a spark
of independence, never that knowledge of the law and love of
justice which we have a right to look for in a judge, the most
august of human officers.  And still, against all these odds, I
have undissuadably persevered.

It was after the loss of one of my innumerable cases (a subject on
which I will not dwell) that it occurred to me to make a melancholy
pilgrimage to my various houses.  Four were at that time tenantless
and closed, like pillars of salt, commemorating the corruption of
the age and the decline of private virtue.  Three were occupied by
persons who had wearied me by every conceivable unjust demand and
legal subterfuge--persons whom, at that very hour, I was moving
heaven and earth to turn into the street.  This was perhaps the
sadder spectacle of the two; and my heart grew hot within me to
behold them occupying, in my very teeth, and with an insolent
ostentation, these handsome structures which were as much mine as
the flesh upon my body.

One more house remained for me to visit, that in which we now are.
I had let it (for at that period I lodged in a hotel, the life that
I have always preferred) to a Colonel Geraldine, a gentleman
attached to Prince Florizel of Bohemia, whom you must certainly
have heard of; and I had supposed, from the character and position
of my tenant, that here, at least, I was safe against annoyance.
What was my surprise to find this house also shuttered and
apparently deserted!  I will not deny that I was offended; I
conceived that a house, like a yacht, was better to be kept in
commission; and I promised myself to bring the matter before my
solicitor the following morning.  Meanwhile the sight recalled my
fancy naturally to the past; and yielding to the tender influence
of sentiment, I sat down opposite the door upon the garden parapet.
It was August, and a sultry afternoon, but that spot is sheltered,
as you may observe by daylight, under the branches of a spreading
chestnut; the square, too, was deserted; there was a sound of
distant music in the air; and all combined to plunge me into that
most agreeable of states, which is neither happiness nor sorrow,
but shares the poignancy of both.

From this I was recalled by the arrival of a large van, very
handsomely appointed, drawn by valuable horses, mounted by several
men of an appearance more than decent, and bearing on its panels,
instead of a trader's name, a coat-of-arms too modest to be
deciphered from where I sat.  It drew up before my house, the door
of which was immediately opened by one of the men.  His companions-
-I counted seven of them in all--proceeded, with disciplined
activity, to take from the van and carry into the house a variety
of hampers, bottle-baskets, and boxes, such as are designed for
plate and napery.  The windows of the dining-room were thrown
widely open, as though to air it; and I saw some of those within
laying the table for a meal.  Plainly, I concluded, my tenant was
about to return; and while still determined to submit to no
aggression on my rights, I was gratified by the number and
discipline of his attendants, and the quiet profusion that appeared
to reign in his establishment.  I was still so thinking when, to my
extreme surprise, the windows and shutters of the dining-room were
once more closed; the men began to reappear from the interior and
resume their stations on the van; the last closed the door behind
his exit; the van drove away; and the house was once more left to
itself, looking blindly on the square with shuttered windows, as
though the whole affair had been a vision.

It was no vision, however; for, as I rose to my feet, and thus
brought my eyes a little nearer to the level of the fanlight over
the door, I saw that, though the day had still some hours to run,
the hall lamps had been lighted and left burning.  Plainly, then,
guests were expected, and were not expected before night.  For
whom, I asked myself with indignation, were such secret
preparations likely to be made?  Although no prude, I am a woman of
decided views upon morality; if my house, to which my husband had
brought me, was to serve in the character of a petite maison, I saw
myself forced, however unwillingly, into a new course of
litigation; and, determined to return and know the worst, I
hastened to my hotel for dinner.

I was at my post by ten.  The night was clear and quiet; the moon
rode very high and put the lamps to shame; and the shadow below the
chestnut was black as ink.  Here, then, I ensconced myself on the
low parapet, with my back against the railings, face to face with
the moonlit front of my old home, and ruminating gently on the
past.  Time fled; eleven struck on all the city clocks; and
presently after I was aware of the approach of a gentleman of
stately and agreeable demeanour.  He was smoking as he walked; his
light paletot, which was open, did not conceal his evening clothes;
and he bore himself with a serious grace that immediately awakened
my attention.  Before the door of this house he took a pass-key
from his pocket, quietly admitted himself, and disappeared into the
lamplit hall.

He was scarcely gone when I observed another and a much younger man
approaching hastily from the opposite side of the square.
Considering the season of the year and the genial mildness of the
night, he was somewhat closely muffled up; and as he came, for all
his hurry, he kept looking nervously behind him.  Arrived before my
door, he halted and set one foot upon the step, as though about to
enter; then, with a sudden change, he turned and began to hurry
away; halted a second time, as if in painful indecision; and
lastly, with a violent gesture, wheeled about, returned straight to
the door, and rapped upon the knocker.  He was almost immediately
admitted by the first arrival.

My curiosity was now broad awake.  I made myself as small as I
could in the very densest of the shadow, and waited for the sequel.
Nor had I long to wait.  From the same side of the square a second
young man made his appearance, walking slowly and softly, and like
the first, muffled to the nose.  Before the house he paused, looked
all about him with a swift and comprehensive glance; and seeing the
square lie empty in the moon and lamplight, leaned far across the
area railings and appeared to listen to what was passing in the
house.  From the dining-room there came the report of a champagne
cork, and following upon that, the sound of rich and manly
laughter.  The listener took heart of grace, produced a key,
unlocked the area gate, shut it noiselessly behind him, and
descended the stair.  Just when his head had reached the level of
the pavement, he turned half round and once more raked the square
with a suspicious eyeshot.  The mufflings had fallen lower round
his neck; the moon shone full upon him; and I was startled to
observe the pallor and passionate agitation of his face.

I could remain no longer passive.  Persuaded that something deadly
was afoot, I crossed the roadway and drew near the area railings.
There was no one below; the man must therefore have entered the
house, with what purpose I dreaded to imagine.  I have at no part
of my career lacked courage; and now, finding the area gate was
merely laid to, I pushed it gently open and descended the stairs.
The kitchen door of the house, like the area gate, was closed but
not fastened.  It flashed upon me that the criminal was thus
preparing his escape; and the thought, as it confirmed the worst of
my suspicions, lent me new resolve.  I entered the house; and being
now quite reckless of my life, I shut and locked the door.

From the dining-room above I could hear the pleasant tones of a
voice in easy conversation.  On the ground floor all was not only
profoundly silent, but the darkness seemed to weigh upon my eyes.
Here, then, I stood for some time, having thrust myself uncalled
into the utmost peril, and being destitute of any power to help or
interfere.  Nor will I deny that fear had begun already to assail
me, when I became aware, all at once and as though by some
immediate but silent incandescence, of a certain glimmering of
light upon the passage floor.  Towards this I groped my way with
infinite precaution; and having come at length as far as the angle
of the corridor, beheld the door of the butler's pantry standing
just ajar and a narrow thread of brightness falling from the chink.
Creeping still closer, I put my eye to the aperture.  The man sat
within upon a chair, listening, I could see, with the most rapt
attention.  On a table before him he had laid a watch, a pair of
steel revolvers, and a bull's-eye lantern.  For one second many
contradictory theories and projects whirled together in my head;
the next, I had slammed the door and turned the key upon the
malefactor.  Surprised at my own decision, I stood and panted,
leaning on the wall.  From within the pantry not a sound was to be
heard; the man, whatever he was, had accepted his fate without a
struggle, and now, as I hugged myself to fancy, sat frozen with
terror and looking for the worst to follow.  I promised myself that
he should not be disappointed; and the better to complete my task,
I turned to ascend the stairs.

The situation, as I groped my way to the first floor, appealed to
me suddenly by my strong sense of humour.  Here was I, the owner of
the house, burglariously present in its walls; and there, in the
dining-room, were two gentlemen, unknown to me, seated complacently
at supper, and only saved by my promptitude from some surprising or
deadly interruption.  It were strange if I could not manage to
extract the matter of amusement from so unusual a situation.

Behind this dining-room, there is a small apartment intended for a
library.  It was to this that I cautiously groped my way; and you
will see how fortune had exactly served me.  The weather, I have
said, was sultry; in order to ventilate the dining-room and yet
preserve the uninhabited appearance of the mansion to the front,
the window of the library had been widely opened, and the door of
communication between the two apartments left ajar.  To this
interval I now applied my eye.

Wax tapers, set in silver candlesticks, shed their chastened
brightness on the damask of the tablecloth and the remains of a
cold collation of the rarest delicacy.  The two gentlemen had
finished supper, and were now trifling with cigars and maraschino;
while in a silver spirit lamp, coffee of the most captivating
fragrance was preparing in the fashion of the East.  The elder of
the two, he who had first arrived, was placed directly facing me;
the other was set on his left hand.  Both, like the man in the
butler's pantry, seemed to be intently listening; and on the face
of the second I thought I could perceive the marks of fear.  Oddly
enough, however, when they came to speak, the parts were found to
be reversed.

'I assure you,' said the elder gentleman, 'I not only heard the
slamming of a door, but the sound of very guarded footsteps.'

'Your highness was certainly deceived,' replied the other.  'I am
endowed with the acutest hearing, and I can swear that not a mouse
has rustled.'  Yet the pallor and contraction of his features were
in total discord with the tenor of his words.

His highness (whom, of course, I readily divined to be Prince
Florizel) looked at his companion for the least fraction of a
second; and though nothing shook the easy quiet of his attitude, I
could see that he was far from being duped.  'It is well,' said he;
'let us dismiss the topic.  And now, sir, that I have very freely
explained the sentiments by which I am directed, let me ask you,
according to your promise, to imitate my frankness.'

'I have heard you,' replied the other, 'with great interest.'

'With singular patience,' said the prince politely.

'Ay, your highness, and with unlooked-for sympathy,' returned the
young man.  'I know not how to tell the change that has befallen
me.  You have, I must suppose, a charm, to which even your enemies
are subject.'  He looked at the clock on the mantelpiece and
visibly blanched.  'So late!' he cried.  'Your highness--God knows
I am now speaking from the heart--before it be too late, leave this

The prince glanced once more at his companion, and then very
deliberately shook the ash from his cigar.  'That is a strange
remark,' said he; 'and a propos de bottes, I never continue a cigar
when once the ash is fallen; the spell breaks, the soul of the
flavour flies away, and there remains but the dead body of tobacco;
and I make it a rule to throw away that husk and choose another.'
He suited the action to the words.

'Do not trifle with my appeal,' resumed the young man, in tones
that trembled with emotion.  'It is made at the price of my honour
and to the peril of my life.  Go--go now! lose not a moment; and if
you have any kindness for a young man, miserably deceived indeed,
but not devoid of better sentiments, look not behind you as you

'Sir,' said the prince, 'I am here upon your honour; assure you
upon mine that I shall continue to rely upon that safeguard.  The
coffee is ready; I must again trouble you, I fear.'  And with a
courteous movement of the hand, he seemed to invite his companion
to pour out the coffee.

The unhappy young man rose from his seat.  'I appeal to you,' he
cried, 'by every holy sentiment, in mercy to me, if not in pity to
yourself, begone before it is too late.'

'Sir,' replied the prince, 'I am not readily accessible to fear;
and if there is one defect to which I must plead guilty, it is that
of a curious disposition.  You go the wrong way about to make me
leave this house, in which I play the part of your entertainer;
and, suffer me to add, young man, if any peril threaten us, it was
of your contriving, not of mine.'

'Alas, you do not know to what you condemn me,' cried the other.
'But I at least will have no hand in it.'  With these words he
carried his hand to his pocket, hastily swallowed the contents of a
phial, and, with the very act, reeled back and fell across his
chair upon the floor.  The prince left his place and came and stood
above him, where he lay convulsed upon the carpet.  'Poor moth!' I
heard his highness murmur.  'Alas, poor moth! must we again inquire
which is the more fatal--weakness or wickedness?  And can a
sympathy with ideas, surely not ignoble in themselves, conduct a
man to this dishonourable death?'

By this time I had pushed the door open and walked into the room.
'Your highness,' said I, 'this is no time for moralising; with a
little promptness we may save this creature's life; and as for the
other, he need cause you no concern, for I have him safely under
lock and key.'

The prince had turned about upon my entrance, and regarded me
certainly with no alarm, but with a profundity of wonder which
almost robbed me of my self-possession.  'My dear madam,' he cried
at last, 'and who the devil are you?'

I was already on the floor beside the dying man.  I had, of course,
no idea with what drug he had attempted his life, and I was forced
to try him with a variety of antidotes.  Here were both oil and
vinegar, for the prince had done the young man the honour of
compounding for him one of his celebrated salads; and of each of
these I administered from a quarter to half a pint, with no
apparent efficacy.  I next plied him with the hot coffee, of which
there may have been near upon a quart.

'Have you no milk?' I inquired.

'I fear, madam, that milk has been omitted,' returned the prince.

'Salt, then,' said I; 'salt is a revulsive.  Pass the salt.'

'And possibly the mustard?' asked his highness, as he offered me
the contents of the various salt-cellars poured together on a

'Ah,' cried I, 'the thought is excellent!  Mix me about half a pint
of mustard, drinkably dilute.'

Whether it was the salt or the mustard, or the mere combination of
so many subversive agents, as soon as the last had been poured over
his throat, the young sufferer obtained relief.

'There!' I exclaimed, with natural triumph, 'I have saved a life!'

'And yet, madam,' returned the prince, 'your mercy may be cruelty
disguised.  Where the honour is lost, it is, at least, superfluous
to prolong the life.'

'If you had led a life as changeable as mine, your highness,' I
replied, 'you would hold a very different opinion.  For my part,
and after whatever extremity of misfortune or disgrace, I should
still count to-morrow worth a trial.'

'You speak as a lady, madam,' said the prince; 'and for such you
speak the truth.  But to men there is permitted such a field of
license, and the good behaviour asked of them is at once so easy
and so little, that to fail in that is to fall beyond the reach of
pardon.  But will you suffer me to repeat a question, put to you at
first, I am afraid, with some defect of courtesy; and to ask you
once more, who you are and how I have the honour of your company?'

'I am the proprietor of the house in which we stand,' said I.

'And still I am at fault,' returned the prince.

But at that moment the timepiece on the mantel-shelf began to
strike the hour of twelve; and the young man, raising himself upon
one elbow, with an expression of despair and horror that I have
never seen excelled, cried lamentably, 'Midnight! oh, just God!'
We stood frozen to our places, while the tingling hammer of the
timepiece measured the remaining strokes; nor had we yet stirred,
so tragic had been the tones of the young man, when the various
bells of London began in turn to declare the hour.  The timepiece
was inaudible beyond the walls of the chamber where we stood; but
the second pulsation of Big Ben had scarcely throbbed into the
night, before a sharp detonation rang about the house.  The prince
sprang for the door by which I had entered; but quick as he was, I
yet contrived to intercept him.

'Are you armed?' I cried.

'No, madam,' replied he.  'You remind me appositely; I will take
the poker.'

'The man below,' said I, 'has two revolvers.  Would you confront
him at such odds?'

He paused, as though staggered in his purpose.

'And yet, madam,' said he, 'we cannot continue to remain in
ignorance of what has passed.'

'No!' cried I.  'And who proposes it?  I am as curious as yourself,
but let us rather send for the police; or, if your highness dreads
a scandal, for some of your own servants.'

'Nay, madam,' he replied, smiling, 'for so brave a lady, you
surprise me.  Would you have me, then, send others where I fear to
go myself?'

'You are perfectly right,' said I, 'and I was entirely wrong.  Go,
in God's name, and I will hold the candle!'

Together, therefore, we descended to the lower story, he carrying
the poker, I the light; and together we approached and opened the
door of the butler's pantry.  In some sort, I believe, I was
prepared for the spectacle that met our eyes; I was prepared, that
is, to find the villain dead, but the rude details of such a
violent suicide I was unable to endure.  The prince, unshaken by
horror as he had remained unshaken by alarm, assisted me with the
most respectful gallantry to regain the dining-room.

There we found our patient, still, indeed, deadly pale, but vastly
recovered and already seated on a chair.  He held out both his
hands with a most pitiful gesture of interrogation.

'He is dead,' said the prince.

'Alas!' cried the young man, 'and it should be I!  What do I do,
thus lingering on the stage I have disgraced, while he, my sure
comrade, blameworthy indeed for much, but yet the soul of fidelity,
has judged and slain himself for an involuntary fault?  Ah, sir,'
said he, 'and you too, madam, without whose cruel help I should be
now beyond the reach of my accusing conscience, you behold in me
the victim equally of my own faults and virtues.  I was born a
hater of injustice; from my most tender years my blood boiled
against heaven when I beheld the sick, and against men when I
witnessed the sorrows of the poor; the pauper's crust stuck in my
throat when I sat down to eat my dainties, and the cripple child
has set me weeping.  What was there in that but what was noble? and
yet observe to what a fall these thoughts have led me!  Year after
year this passion for the lost besieged me closer.  What hope was
there in kings? what hope in these well-feathered classes that now
roll in money?  I had observed the course of history; I knew the
burgess, our ruler of to-day, to be base, cowardly, and dull; I saw
him, in every age, combine to pull down that which was immediately
above and to prey upon those that were below; his dulness, I knew,
would ultimately bring about his ruin; I knew his days were
numbered, and yet how was I to wait? how was I to let the poor
child shiver in the rain?  The better days, indeed, were coming,
but the child would die before that.  Alas, your highness, in
surely no ungenerous impatience I enrolled myself among the enemies
of this unjust and doomed society; in surely no unnatural desire to
keep the fires of my philanthropy alight, I bound myself by an
irrevocable oath.

'That oath is all my history.  To give freedom to posterity I had
forsworn my own.  I must attend upon every signal; and soon my
father complained of my irregular hours and turned me from his
house.  I was engaged in betrothal to an honest girl; from her also
I had to part, for she was too shrewd to credit my inventions and
too innocent to be entrusted with the truth.  Behold me, then,
alone with conspirators!  Alas! as the years went on, my illusions
left me.  Surrounded as I was by the fervent disciples and
apologists of revolution, I beheld them daily advance in confidence
and desperation; I beheld myself, upon the other hand, and with an
almost equal regularity, decline in faith.  I had sacrificed all to
further that cause in which I still believed; and daily I began to
grow in doubts if we were advancing it indeed.  Horrible was the
society with which we warred, but our own means were not less

'I will not dwell upon my sufferings; I will not pause to tell you
how, when I beheld young men still free and happy, married, fathers
of children, cheerfully toiling at their work, my heart reproached
me with the greatness and vanity of my unhappy sacrifice.  I will
not describe to you how, worn by poverty, poor lodging, scanty
food, and an unquiet conscience, my health began to fail, and in
the long nights, as I wandered bedless in the rainy streets, the
most cruel sufferings of the body were added to the tortures of my
mind.  These things are not personal to me; they are common to all
unfortunates in my position.  An oath, so light a thing to swear,
so grave a thing to break:  an oath, taken in the heat of youth,
repented with what sobbings of the heart, but yet in vain repented,
as the years go on:  an oath, that was once the very utterance of
the truth of God, but that falls to be the symbol of a meaningless
and empty slavery; such is the yoke that many young men joyfully
assume, and under whose dead weight they live to suffer worse than

'It is not that I was patient.  I have begged to be released; but I
knew too much, and I was still refused.  I have fled; ay, and for
the time successfully.  I reached Paris.  I found a lodging in the
Rue St. Jacques, almost opposite the Val de Grace.  My room was
mean and bare, but the sun looked into it towards evening; it
commanded a peep of a green garden; a bird hung by a neighbour's
window and made the morning beautiful; and I, who was sick, might
lie in bed and rest myself:  I, who was in full revolt against the
principles that I had served, was now no longer at the beck of the
council, and was no longer charged with shameful and revolting
tasks.  Oh! what an interval of peace was that!  I still dream, at
times, that I can hear the note of my neighbour's bird.

'My money was running out, and it became necessary that I should
find employment.  Scarcely had I been three days upon the search,
ere I thought that I was being followed.  I made certain of the
features of the man, which were quite strange to me, and turned
into a small cafe, where I whiled away an hour, pretending to read
the papers, but inwardly convulsed with terror.  When I came forth
again into the street, it was quite empty, and I breathed again;
but alas, I had not turned three corners, when I once more observed
the human hound pursuing me.  Not an hour was to be lost; timely
submission might yet preserve a life which otherwise was forfeit
and dishonoured; and I fled, with what speed you may conceive, to
the Paris agency of the society I served.

'My submission was accepted.  I took up once more the hated burthen
of that life; once more I was at the call of men whom I despised
and hated, while yet I envied and admired them.  They at least were
wholehearted in the things they purposed; but I, who had once been
such as they, had fallen from the brightness of my faith, and now
laboured, like a hireling, for the wages of a loathed existence.
Ay, sir, to that I was condemned; I obeyed to continue to live, and
lived but to obey.

'The last charge that was laid upon me was the one which has to-
night so tragically ended.  Boldly telling who I was, I was to
request from your highness, on behalf of my society, a private
audience, where it was designed to murder you.  If one thing
remained to me of my old convictions, it was the hate of kings; and
when this task was offered me, I took it gladly.  Alas, sir, you
triumphed.  As we supped, you gained upon my heart.  Your
character, your talents, your designs for our unhappy country, all
had been misrepresented.  I began to forget you were a prince; I
began, all too feelingly, to remember that you were a man.  As I
saw the hour approach, I suffered agonies untold; and when, at
last, we heard the slamming of the door which announced in my
unwilling ears the arrival of the partner of my crime, you will
bear me out with what instancy I besought you to depart.  You would
not, alas! and what could I?  Kill you, I could not; my heart
revolted, my hand turned back from such a deed.  Yet it was
impossible that I should suffer you to stay; for when the hour
struck and my companion came, true to his appointment, and he, at
least, true to our design, I could neither suffer you to be killed
nor yet him to be arrested.  From such a tragic passage, death, and
death alone, could save me; and it is no fault of mine if I
continue to exist.

'But you, madam,' continued the young man, addressing himself more
directly to myself, 'were doubtless born to save the prince and to
confound our purposes.  My life you have prolonged; and by turning
the key on my companion, you have made me the author of his death.
He heard the hour strike; he was impotent to help; and thinking
himself forfeit to honour, thinking that I should fall alone upon
his highness and perish for lack of his support, he has turned his
pistol on himself.'

'You are right,' said Prince Florizel:  'it was in no ungenerous
spirit that you brought these burthens on yourself; and when I see
you so nobly to blame, so tragically punished, I stand like one
reproved.  For is it not strange, madam, that you and I, by
practising accepted and inconsiderable virtues, and commonplace but
still unpardonable faults, should stand here, in the sight of God,
with what we call clean hands and quiet consciences; while this
poor youth, for an error that I could almost envy him, should be
sunk beyond the reach of hope?

'Sir,' resumed the prince, turning to the young man, 'I cannot help
you; my help would but unchain the thunderbolt that overhangs you;
and I can but leave you free.'

'And, sir,' said I, 'as this house belongs to me, I will ask you to
have the kindness to remove the body.  You and your conspirators,
it appears to me, can hardly in civility do less.'

'It shall be done,' said the young man, with a dismal accent.

'And you, dear madam,' said the prince, 'you, to whom I owe my
life, how can I serve you?'

'Your highness,' I said, 'to be very plain, this is my favourite
house, being not only a valuable property, but endeared to me by
various associations.  I have endless troubles with tenants of the
ordinary class:  and at first applauded my good fortune when I
found one of the station of your Master of the Horse.  I now begin
to think otherwise:  dangers set a siege about great personages;
and I do not wish my tenement to share these risks.  Procure me the
resiliation of the lease, and I shall feel myself your debtor.'

'I must tell you, madam,' replied his highness, 'that Colonel
Geraldine is but a cloak for myself; and I should be sorry indeed
to think myself so unacceptable a tenant.'

'Your highness,' said I, 'I have conceived a sincere admiration for
your character; but on the subject of house property, I cannot
allow the interference of my feelings.  I will, however, to prove
to you that there is nothing personal in my request, here solemnly
engage my word that I will never put another tenant in this house.'

'Madam,' said Florizel, 'you plead your cause too charmingly to be

Thereupon we all three withdrew.  The young man, still reeling in
his walk, departed by himself to seek the assistance of his fellow-
conspirators; and the prince, with the most attentive gallantry,
lent me his escort to the door of my hotel.  The next day, the
lease was cancelled; nor from that hour to this, though sometimes
regretting my engagement, have I suffered a tenant in this house.


As soon as the old lady had finished her relation, Somerset made
haste to offer her his compliments.

'Madam,' said he, 'your story is not only entertaining but
instructive; and you have told it with infinite vivacity.  I was
much affected towards the end, as I held at one time very liberal
opinions, and should certainly have joined a secret society if I
had been able to find one.  But the whole tale came home to me; and
I was the better able to feel for you in your various perplexities,
as I am myself of somewhat hasty temper.'

'I do not understand you,' said Mrs. Luxmore, with some marks of
irritation.  'You must have strangely misinterpreted what I have
told you.  You fill me with surprise.'

Somerset, alarmed by the old lady's change of tone and manner,
hurried to recant.

'Dear Mrs. Luxmore,' said he, 'you certainly misconstrue my remark.
As a man of somewhat fiery humour, my conscience repeatedly pricked
me when I heard what you had suffered at the hands of persons
similarly constituted.'

'Oh, very well indeed,' replied the old lady; 'and a very proper
spirit.  I regret that I have met with it so rarely.'

'But in all this,' resumed the young man, 'I perceive nothing that
concerns myself.'

'I am about to come to that,' she returned.  'And you have already
before you, in the pledge I gave Prince Florizel, one of the
elements of the affair.  I am a woman of the nomadic sort, and when
I have no case before the courts I make it a habit to visit
continental spas:  not that I have ever been ill; but then I am no
longer young, and I am always happy in a crowd.  Well, to come more
shortly to the point, I am now on the wing for Evian; this incubus
of a house, which I must leave behind and dare not let, hangs
heavily upon my hands; and I propose to rid myself of that concern,
and do you a very good turn into the bargain, by lending you the
mansion, with all its fittings, as it stands.  The idea was sudden;
it appealed to me as humorous:  and I am sure it will cause my
relatives, if they should ever hear of it, the keenest possible
chagrin.  Here, then, is the key; and when you return at two to-
morrow afternoon, you will find neither me nor my cats to disturb
you in your new possession.'

So saying, the old lady arose, as if to dismiss her visitor; but
Somerset, looking somewhat blankly on the key, began to protest.

'Dear Mrs. Luxmore,' said he, 'this is a most unusual proposal.
You know nothing of me, beyond the fact that I displayed both
impudence and timidity.  I may be the worst kind of scoundrel; I
may sell your furniture--'

'You may blow up the house with gunpowder, for what I care!' cried
Mrs. Luxmore.  'It is in vain to reason.  Such is the force of my
character that, when I have one idea clearly in my head, I do not
care two straws for any side consideration.  It amuses me to do it,
and let that suffice.  On your side, you may do what you please--
let apartments, or keep a private hotel; on mine, I promise you a
full month's warning before I return, and I never fail religiously
to keep my promises.'

The young man was about to renew his protest, when he observed a
sudden and significant change in the old lady's countenance.

'If I thought you capable of disrespect!' she cried.

'Madam,' said Somerset, with the extreme fervour of asseveration,
'madam, I accept.  I beg you to understand that I accept with joy
and gratitude.'

'Ah well,' returned Mrs. Luxmore, 'if I am mistaken, let it pass.
And now, since all is comfortably settled, I wish you a good-

Thereupon, as if to leave him no room for repentance, she hurried
Somerset out of the front door, and left him standing, key in hand,
upon the pavement.

The next day, about the hour appointed, the young man found his way
to the square, which I will here call Golden Square, though that
was not its name.  What to expect, he knew not; for a man may live
in dreams, and yet be unprepared for their realisation.  It was
already with a certain pang of surprise that he beheld the mansion,
standing in the eye of day, a solid among solids.  The key, upon
trial, readily opened the front door; he entered that great house,
a privileged burglar; and, escorted by the echoes of desertion,
rapidly reviewed the empty chambers.  Cats, servant, old lady, the
very marks of habitation, like writing on a slate, had been in
these few hours obliterated.  He wandered from floor to floor, and
found the house of great extent; the kitchen offices commodious and
well appointed; the rooms many and large; and the drawing-room, in
particular, an apartment of princely size and tasteful decoration.
Although the day without was warm, genial, and sunny, with a
ruffling wind from the quarter of Torquay, a chill, as it were, of
suspended animation inhabited the house.  Dust and shadows met the
eye; and but for the ominous procession of the echoes, and the
rumour of the wind among the garden trees, the ear of the young man
was stretched in vain.

Behind the dining-room, that pleasant library, referred to by the
old lady in her tale, looked upon the flat roofs and netted cupolas
of the kitchen quarters; and on a second visit, this room appeared
to greet him with a smiling countenance.  He might as well, he
thought, avoid the expense of lodging:  the library, fitted with an
iron bedstead which he had remarked, in one of the upper chambers,
would serve his purpose for the night; while in the dining-room,
which was large, airy, and lightsome, looking on the square and
garden, he might very agreeably pass his days, cook his meals, and
study to bring himself to some proficiency in that art of painting
which he had recently determined to adopt.  It did not take him
long to make the change:  he had soon returned to the mansion with
his modest kit; and the cabman who brought him was readily induced,
by the young man's pleasant manner and a small gratuity, to assist
him in the installation of the iron bed.  By six in the evening,
when Somerset went forth to dine, he was able to look back upon the
mansion with a sense of pride and property.  Four-square it stood,
of an imposing frontage, and flanked on either side by family
hatchments.  His eye, from where he stood whistling in the key,
with his back to the garden railings, reposed on every feature of
reality; and yet his own possession seemed as flimsy as a dream.

In the course of a few days, the genteel inhabitants of the square
began to remark the customs of their neighbour.  The sight of a
young gentleman discussing a clay pipe, about four o'clock of the
afternoon, in the drawing-room balcony of so discreet a mansion;
and perhaps still more, his periodical excursion to a decent tavern
in the neighbourhood, and his unabashed return, nursing the full
tankard:  had presently raised to a high pitch the interest and
indignation of the liveried servants of the square.  The disfavour
of some of these gentlemen at first proceeded to the length of
insult; but Somerset knew how to be affable with any class of men;
and a few rude words merrily accepted, and a few glasses amicably
shared, gained for him the right of toleration.

The young man had embraced the art of Raphael, partly from a notion
of its ease, partly from an inborn distrust of offices.  He scorned
to bear the yoke of any regular schooling; and proceeded to turn
one half of the dining-room into a studio for the reproduction of
still life.  There he amassed a variety of objects,
indiscriminately chosen from the kitchen, the drawing-room, and the
back garden; and there spent his days in smiling assiduity.
Meantime, the great bulk of empty building overhead lay, like a
load, upon his imagination.  To hold so great a stake and to do
nothing, argued some defect of energy; and he at length determined
to act upon the hint given by Mrs. Luxmore herself, and to stick,
with wafers, in the window of the dining-room, a small handbill
announcing furnished lodgings.  At half-past six of a fine July
morning, he affixed the bill, and went forth into the square to
study the result.  It seemed, to his eye, promising and
unpretentious; and he returned to the drawing-room balcony, to
consider, over a studious pipe, the knotty problem of how much he
was to charge.

Thereupon he somewhat relaxed in his devotion to the art of
painting.  Indeed, from that time forth, he would spend the best
part of the day in the front balcony, like the attentive angler
poring on his float; and the better to support the tedium, he would
frequently console himself with his clay pipe.  On several
occasions, passers-by appeared to be arrested by the ticket, and on
several others ladies and gentlemen drove to the very doorstep by
the carriageful; but it appeared there was something repulsive in
the appearance of the house; for with one accord, they would cast
but one look upward, and hastily resume their onward progress or
direct the driver to proceed.  Somerset had thus the mortification
of actually meeting the eye of a large number of lodging-seekers;
and though he hastened to withdraw his pipe, and to compose his
features to an air of invitation, he was never rewarded by so much
as an inquiry.  'Can there,' he thought, 'be anything repellent in
myself?'  But a candid examination in one of the pier-glasses of
the drawing-room led him to dismiss the fear.

Something, however, was amiss.  His vast and accurate calculations
on the fly-leaves of books, or on the backs of playbills, appeared
to have been an idle sacrifice of time.  By these, he had variously
computed the weekly takings of the house, from sums as modest as
five-and-twenty shillings, up to the more majestic figure of a
hundred pounds; and yet, in despite of the very elements of
arithmetic, here he was making literally nothing.

This incongruity impressed him deeply and occupied his thoughtful
leisure on the balcony; and at last it seemed to him that he had
detected the error of his method.  'This,' he reflected, 'is an age
of generous display:  the age of the sandwich-man, of Griffiths, of
Pears' legendary soap, and of Eno's fruit salt, which, by sheer
brass and notoriety, and the most disgusting pictures I ever
remember to have seen, has overlaid that comforter of my childhood,
Lamplough's pyretic saline.  Lamplough was genteel, Eno was
omnipresent; Lamplough was trite, Eno original and abominably
vulgar; and here have I, a man of some pretensions to knowledge of
the world, contented myself with half a sheet of note-paper, a few
cold words which do not directly address the imagination, and the
adornment (if adornment it may be called) of four red wafers!  Am
I, then, to sink with Lamplough, or to soar with Eno?  Am I to
adopt that modesty which is doubtless becoming in a duke? or to
take hold of the red facts of life with the emphasis of the
tradesman and the poet?'

Pursuant upon these meditations, he procured several sheets of the
very largest size of drawing-paper; and laying forth his paints,
proceeded to compose an ensign that might attract the eye, and at
the same time, in his own phrase, directly address the imagination
of the passenger.  Something taking in the way of colour, a good,
savoury choice of words, and a realistic design setting forth the
life a lodger might expect to lead within the walls of that palace
of delight:  these, he perceived, must be the elements of his
advertisement.  It was possible, upon the one hand, to depict the
sober pleasures of domestic life, the evening fire, blond-headed
urchins and the hissing urn; but on the other, it was possible (and
he almost felt as if it were more suited to his muse) to set forth
the charms of an existence somewhat wider in its range or, boldly
say, the paradise of the Mohammedan.  So long did the artist waver
between these two views, that, before he arrived at a conclusion,
he had finally conceived and completed both designs.  With the
proverbially tender heart of the parent, he found himself unable to
sacrifice either of these offsprings of his art; and decided to
expose them on alternate days.  'In this way,' he thought, 'I shall
address myself indifferently to all classes of the world.'

The tossing of a penny decided the only remaining point; and the
more imaginative canvas received the suffrages of fortune, and
appeared first in the window of the mansion.  It was of a high
fancy, the legend eloquently writ, the scheme of colour taking and
bold; and but for the imperfection of the artist's drawing, it
might have been taken for a model of its kind.  As it was, however,
when viewed from his favourite point against the garden railings,
and with some touch of distance, it caused a pleasurable rising of
the artist's heart.  'I have thrown away,' he ejaculated, 'an
invaluable motive; and this shall be the subject of my first
academy picture.'

The fate of neither of these works was equal to its merit.  A crowd
would certainly, from time to time, collect before the area-
railings; but they came to jeer and not to speculate; and those who
pushed their inquiries further, were too plainly animated by the
spirit of derision.  The racier of the two cartoons displayed,
indeed, no symptom of attractive merit; and though it had a certain
share of that success called scandalous, failed utterly of its
effect.  On the day, however, of the second appearance of the
companion work, a real inquirer did actually present himself before
the eyes of Somerset.

This was a gentlemanly man, with some marks of recent merriment,
and his voice under inadequate control.

'I beg your pardon,' said he, 'but what is the meaning of your
extraordinary bill?'

'I beg yours,' returned Somerset hotly.  'Its meaning is
sufficiently explicit.'  And being now, from dire experience,
fearful of ridicule, he was preparing to close the door, when the
gentleman thrust his cane into the aperture.

'Not so fast, I beg of you,' said he.  'If you really let
apartments, here is a possible tenant at your door; and nothing
would give me greater pleasure than to see the accommodation and to
learn your terms.'

His heart joyously beating, Somerset admitted the visitor, showed
him over the various apartments, and, with some return of his
persuasive eloquence, expounded their attractions.  The gentleman
was particularly pleased by the elegant proportions of the drawing-

'This,' he said, 'would suit me very well.  What, may I ask, would
be your terms a week, for this floor and the one above it?'

'I was thinking,' returned Somerset, 'of a hundred pounds.'

'Surely not,' exclaimed the gentleman.

'Well, then,' returned Somerset, 'fifty.'

The gentleman regarded him with an air of some amazement.  'You
seem to be strangely elastic in your demands,' said he.  'What if I
were to proceed on your own principle of division, and offer

'Done!' cried Somerset; and then, overcome by a sudden
embarrassment, 'You see,' he added apologetically, 'it is all found
money for me.'

'Really?' said the stranger, looking at him all the while with
growing wonder.  'Without extras, then?'

'I--I suppose so,' stammered the keeper of the lodging-house.

'Service included?' pursued the gentleman.

'Service?' cried Somerset.  'Do you mean that you expect me to
empty your slops?'

The gentleman regarded him with a very friendly interest.  'My dear
fellow,' said he, 'if you take my advice, you will give up this
business.'  And thereupon he resumed his hat and took himself away.

This smarting disappointment produced a strong effect on the artist
of the cartoons; and he began with shame to eat up his rosier
illusions.  First one and then the other of his great works was
condemned, withdrawn from exhibition, and relegated, as a mere
wall-picture, to the decoration of the dining-room.  Their place
was taken by a replica of the original wafered announcement, to
which, in particularly large letters, he had added the pithy
rubric:  'NO SERVICE.'  Meanwhile he had fallen into something as
nearly bordering on low spirits as was consistent with his
disposition; depressed, at once by the failure of his scheme, the
laughable turn of his late interview, and the judicial blindness of
the public to the merit of the twin cartoons.

Perhaps a week had passed before he was again startled by the note
of the knocker.  A gentleman of a somewhat foreign and somewhat
military air, yet closely shaven and wearing a soft hat, desired in
the politest terms to visit the apartments.  He had (he explained)
a friend, a gentleman in tender health, desirous of a sedate and
solitary life, apart from interruptions and the noises of the
common lodging-house.  'The unusual clause,' he continued, 'in your
announcement, particularly struck me.  "This," I said, "is the
place for Mr. Jones."  You are yourself, sir, a professional
gentleman?' concluded the visitor, looking keenly in Somerset's

'I am an artist,' replied the young man lightly.

'And these,' observed the other, taking a side glance through the
open door of the dining-room, which they were then passing, 'these
are some of your works.  Very remarkable.'  And he again and still
more sharply peered into the countenance of the young man.

Somerset, unable to suppress a blush, made the more haste to lead
his visitor upstairs and to display the apartments.

'Excellent,' observed the stranger, as he looked from one of the
back windows.  'Is that a mews behind, sir?  Very good.  Well, sir:
see here.  My friend will take your drawing-room floor; he will
sleep in the back drawing-room; his nurse, an excellent Irish
widow, will attend on all his wants and occupy a garret; he will
pay you the round sum of ten dollars a week; and you, on your part,
will engage to receive no other lodger?  I think that fair.'

Somerset had scarcely words in which to clothe his gratitude and

'Agreed,' said the other; 'and to spare you trouble, my friend will
bring some men with him to make the changes.  You will find him a
retiring inmate, sir; receives but few, and rarely leaves the
house, except at night.'

'Since I have been in this house,' returned Somerset, 'I have
myself, unless it were to fetch beer, rarely gone abroad except in
the evening.  But a man,' he added, 'must have some amusement.'

An hour was then agreed on; the gentleman departed; and Somerset
sat down to compute in English money the value of the figure named.
The result of this investigation filled him with amazement and
disgust; but it was now too late; nothing remained but to endure;
and he awaited the arrival of his tenant, still trying, by various
arithmetical expedients, to obtain a more favourable quotation for
the dollar.  With the approach of dusk, however, his impatience
drove him once more to the front balcony.  The night fell, mild and
airless; the lamps shone around the central darkness of the garden;
and through the tall grove of trees that intervened, many warmly
illuminated windows on the farther side of the square, told their
tale of white napery, choice wine, and genial hospitality.  The
stars were already thickening overhead, when the young man's eyes
alighted on a procession of three four-wheelers, coasting round the
garden railing and bound for the Superfluous Mansion.  They were
laden with formidable boxes; moved in a military order, one
following another; and, by the extreme slowness of their advance,
inspired Somerset with the most serious ideas of his tenant's

By the time he had the door open, the cabs had drawn up beside the
pavement; and from the two first, there had alighted the military
gentleman of the morning and two very stalwart porters.  These
proceeded instantly to take possession of the house; with their own
hands, and firmly rejecting Somerset's assistance, they carried in
the various crates and boxes; with their own hands dismounted and
transferred to the back drawing-room the bed in which the tenant
was to sleep; and it was not until the bustle of arrival had
subsided, and the arrangements were complete, that there descended,
from the third of the three vehicles, a gentleman of great stature
and broad shoulders, leaning on the shoulder of a woman in a
widow's dress, and himself covered by a long cloak and muffled in a
coloured comforter.

Somerset had but a glimpse of him in passing; he was soon shut into
the back drawing-room; the other men departed; silence redescended
on the house; and had not the nurse appeared a little before half-
past ten, and, with a strong brogue, asked if there were a decent
public-house in the neighbourhood, Somerset might have still
supposed himself to be alone in the Superfluous Mansion.

Day followed day; and still the young man had never come by speech
or sight of his mysterious lodger.  The doors of the drawing-room
flat were never open; and although Somerset could hear him moving
to and fro, the tall man had never quitted the privacy of his
apartments.  Visitors, indeed, arrived; sometimes in the dusk,
sometimes at intempestuous hours of night or morning; men, for the
most part; some meanly attired, some decently; some loud, some
cringing; and yet all, in the eyes of Somerset, displeasing.  A
certain air of fear and secrecy was common to them all; they were
all voluble, he thought, and ill at ease; even the military
gentleman proved, on a closer inspection, to be no gentleman at
all; and as for the doctor who attended the sick man, his manners
were not suggestive of a university career.  The nurse, again, was
scarcely a desirable house-fellow.  Since her arrival, the fall of
whisky in the young man's private bottle was much accelerated; and
though never communicative, she was at times unpleasantly familiar.
When asked about the patient's health, she would dolorously shake
her head, and declare that the poor gentleman was in a pitiful

Yet somehow Somerset had early begun to entertain the notion that
his complaint was other than bodily.  The ill-looking birds that
gathered to the house, the strange noises that sounded from the
drawing-room in the dead hours of night, the careless attendance
and intemperate habits of the nurse, the entire absence of
correspondence, the entire seclusion of Mr. Jones himself, whose
face, up to that hour, he could not have sworn to in a court of
justice--all weighed unpleasantly upon the young man's mind.  A
sense of something evil, irregular and underhand, haunted and
depressed him; and this uneasy sentiment was the more firmly rooted
in his mind, when, in the fulness of time, he had an opportunity of
observing the features of his tenant.  It fell in this way.  The
young landlord was awakened about four in the morning by a noise in
the hall.  Leaping to his feet, and opening the door of the
library, he saw the tall man, candle in hand, in earnest
conversation with the gentleman who had taken the rooms.  The faces
of both were strongly illuminated; and in that of his tenant,
Somerset could perceive none of the marks of disease, but every
sign of health, energy, and resolution.  While he was still
looking, the visitor took his departure; and the invalid, having
carefully fastened the front door, sprang upstairs without a trace
of lassitude.

That night upon his pillow, Somerset began to kindle once more into
the hot fit of the detective fever; and the next morning resumed
the practice of his art with careless hand and an abstracted mind.
The day was destined to be fertile in surprises; nor had he long
been seated at the easel ere the first of these occurred.  A cab
laden with baggage drew up before the door; and Mrs. Luxmore in
person rapidly mounted the steps and began to pound upon the
knocker.  Somerset hastened to attend the summons.

'My dear fellow,' she said, with the utmost gaiety, 'here I come
dropping from the moon.  I am delighted to find you faithful; and I
have no doubt you will be equally pleased to be restored to

Somerset could find no words, whether of protest or welcome; and
the spirited old lady pushed briskly by him and paused on the
threshold of the dining-room.  The sight that met her eyes was one
well calculated to inspire astonishment.  The mantelpiece was
arrayed with saucepans and empty bottles; on the fire some chops
were frying; the floor was littered from end to end with books,
clothes, walking-canes and the materials of the painter's craft;
but what far outstripped the other wonders of the place was the
corner which had been arranged for the study of still-life.  This
formed a sort of rockery; conspicuous upon which, according to the
principles of the art of composition, a cabbage was relieved
against a copper kettle, and both contrasted with the mail of a
boiled lobster.

'My gracious goodness!' cried the lady of the house; and then,
turning in wrath on the young man, 'From what rank in life are you
sprung?' she demanded.  'You have the exterior of a gentleman; but
from the astonishing evidences before me, I should say you can only
be a greengrocer's man.  Pray, gather up your vegetables, and let
me see no more of you.'

'Madam,' babbled Somerset, 'you promised me a month's warning.'

'That was under a misapprehension,' returned the old lady.  'I now
give you warning to leave at once.'

'Madam,' said the young man, 'I wish I could; and indeed, as far as
I am concerned, it might be done.  But then, my lodger!'

'Your lodger?' echoed Mrs. Luxmore.

'My lodger:  why should I deny it?' returned Somerset.  'He is only
by the week.'

The old lady sat down upon a chair.  'You have a lodger?--you?' she
cried.  'And pray, how did you get him?'

'By advertisement,' replied the young man. 'O madam, I have not
lived unobservantly.  I adopted'--his eyes involuntarily shifted to
the cartoons--'I adopted every method.'

Her eyes had followed his; for the first time in Somerset's
experience, she produced a double eye-glass; and as soon as the
full merit of the works had flashed upon her, she gave way to peal
after peal of her trilling and soprano laughter.

'Oh, I think you are perfectly delicious!' she cried.  'I do hope
you had them in the window.  M'Pherson,' she continued, crying to
her maid, who had been all this time grimly waiting in the hall, 'I
lunch with Mr. Somerset.  Take the cellar key and bring some wine.'

In this gay humour she continued throughout the luncheon; presented
Somerset with a couple of dozen of wine, which she made M'Pherson
bring up from the cellar--'as a present, my dear,' she said, with
another burst of tearful merriment, 'for your charming pictures,
which you must be sure to leave me when you go;' and finally,
protesting that she dared not spoil the absurdest houseful of
madmen in the whole of London, departed (as she vaguely phrased it)
for the continent of Europe.

She was no sooner gone, than Somerset encountered in the corridor
the Irish nurse; sober, to all appearance, and yet a prey to
singularly strong emotion.  It was made to appear, from her
account, that Mr. Jones had already suffered acutely in his health
from Mrs. Luxmore's visit, and that nothing short of a full
explanation could allay the invalid's uneasiness.  Somerset,
somewhat staring, told what he thought fit of the affair.

'Is that all?' cried the woman.  'As God sees you, is that all?'

'My good woman,' said the young man, 'I have no idea what you can
be driving at.  Suppose the lady were my friend's wife, suppose she
were my fairy godmother, suppose she were the Queen of Portugal;
and how should that affect yourself or Mr. Jones?'

'Blessed Mary!' cried the nurse, 'it's he that will be glad to hear

And immediately she fled upstairs.

Somerset, on his part, returned to the dining-room, and with a very
thoughtful brow and ruminating many theories, disposed of the
remainder of the bottle.  It was port; and port is a wine, sole
among its equals and superiors, that can in some degree support the
competition of tobacco.  Sipping, smoking, and theorising, Somerset
moved on from suspicion to suspicion, from resolve to resolve,
still growing braver and rosier as the bottle ebbed.  He was a
sceptic, none prouder of the name; he had no horror at command,
whether for crimes or vices, but beheld and embraced the world,
with an immoral approbation, the frequent consequence of youth and
health.  At the same time, he felt convinced that he dwelt under
the same roof with secret malefactors; and the unregenerate
instinct of the chase impelled him to severity.  The bottle had run
low; the summer sun had finally withdrawn; and at the same moment,
night and the pangs of hunger recalled him from his dreams.

He went forth, and dined in the Criterion:  a dinner in consonance,
not so much with his purse, as with the admirable wine he had
discussed.  What with one thing and another, it was long past
midnight when he returned home.  A cab was at the door; and
entering the hall, Somerset found himself face to face with one of
the most regular of the few who visited Mr. Jones:  a man of
powerful figure, strong lineaments, and a chin-beard in the
American fashion.  This person was carrying on one shoulder a black
portmanteau, seemingly of considerable weight.  That he should find
a visitor removing baggage in the dead of night, recalled some odd
stories to the young man's memory; he had heard of lodgers who thus
gradually drained away, not only their own effects, but the very
furniture and fittings of the house that sheltered them; and now,
in a mood between pleasantry and suspicion, and aping the manner of
a drunkard, he roughly bumped against the man with the chin-beard
and knocked the portmanteau from his shoulder to the floor.  With a
face struck suddenly as white as paper, the man with the chin-beard
called lamentably on the name of his maker, and fell in a mere heap
on the mat at the foot of the stairs.  At the same time, though
only for a single instant, the heads of the sick lodger and the
Irish nurse popped out like rabbits over the banisters of the first
floor; and on both the same scare and pallor were apparent.

The sight of this incredible emotion turned Somerset to stone, and
he continued speechless, while the man gathered himself together,
and, with the help of the handrail and audibly thanking God,
scrambled once more upon his feet.

'What in Heaven's name ails you?' gasped the young man as soon as
he could find words and utterance.

'Have you a drop of brandy?' returned the other.  'I am sick.'

Somerset administered two drams, one after the other, to the man
with the chin-beard; who then, somewhat restored, began to confound
himself in apologies for what he called his miserable nervousness,
the result, he said, of a long course of dumb ague; and having
taken leave with a hand that still sweated and trembled, he
gingerly resumed his burthen and departed.

Somerset retired to bed but not to sleep.  What, he asked himself,
had been the contents of the black portmanteau?  Stolen goods? the
carcase of one murdered? or--and at the thought he sat upright in
bed--an infernal machine?  He took a solemn vow that he would set
these doubts at rest; and with the next morning, installed himself
beside the dining-room window, vigilant with eye; and ear, to await
and profit by the earliest opportunity.

The hours went heavily by.  Within the house there was no
circumstance of novelty; unless it might be that the nurse more
frequently made little journeys round the corner of the square, and
before afternoon was somewhat loose of speech and gait.  A little
after six, however, there came round the corner of the gardens a
very handsome and elegantly dressed young woman, who paused a
little way off, and for some time, and with frequent sighs,
contemplated the front of the Superfluous Mansion.  It was not the
first time that she had thus stood afar and looked upon it, like
our common parents at the gates of Eden; and the young man had
already had occasion to remark the lively slimness of her carriage,
and had already been the butt of a chance arrow from her eye.  He
hailed her coming, then, with pleasant feelings, and moved a little
nearer to the window to enjoy the sight.  What was his surprise,
however, when, as if with a sensible effort, she drew near, mounted
the steps and tapped discreetly at the door!  He made haste to get
before the Irish nurse, who was not improbably asleep, and had the
satisfaction to receive this gracious visitor in person.

She inquired for Mr. Jones; and then, without transition, asked the
young man if he were the person of the house (and at the words, he
thought he could perceive her to be smiling), 'because,' she added,
'if you are, I should like to see some of the other rooms.'
Somerset told her he was under an engagement to receive no other
lodgers; but she assured him that would be no matter, as these were
friends of Mr. Jones's.  'And,' she continued, moving suddenly to
the dining-room door, 'let us begin here.'  Somerset was too late
to prevent her entering, and perhaps he lacked the courage to
essay.  'Ah!' she cried, 'how changed it is!'

'Madam,' cried the young man, 'since your entrance, it is I who
have the right to say so.'

She received this inane compliment with a demure and conscious
droop of the eyelids, and gracefully steering her dress among the
mingled litter, now with a smile, now with a sigh, reviewed the
wonders of the two apartments.  She gazed upon the cartoons with
sparkling eyes, and a heightened colour, and in a somewhat
breathless voice, expressed a high opinion of their merits.  She
praised the effective disposition of the rockery, and in the
bedroom, of which Somerset had vainly endeavoured to defend the
entry, she fairly broke forth in admiration.  'How simple and
manly!' she cried:  'none of that effeminacy of neatness, which is
so detestable in a man!'  Hard upon this, telling him, before he
had time to reply, that she very well knew her way, and would
trouble him no further, she took her leave with an engaging smile,
and ascended the staircase alone.

For more than an hour the young lady remained closeted with Mr.
Jones; and at the end of that time, the night being now come
completely, they left the house in company.  This was the first
time since the arrival of his lodger, that Somerset had found
himself alone with the Irish widow; and without the loss of any
more time than was required by decency, he stepped to the foot of
the stairs and hailed her by her name.  She came instantly,
wreathed in weak smiles and with a nodding head; and when the young
man politely offered to introduce her to the treasures of his art,
she swore that nothing could afford her greater pleasure, for,
though she had never crossed the threshold, she had frequently
observed his beautiful pictures through the door.  On entering the
dining-room, the sight of a bottle and two glasses prepared her to
be a gentle critic; and as soon as the pictures had been viewed and
praised, she was easily persuaded to join the painter in a single
glass.  'Here,' she said, 'are my respects; and a pleasure it is,
in this horrible house, to see a gentleman like yourself, so
affable and free, and a very nice painter, I am sure.'  One glass
so agreeably prefaced, was sure to lead to the acceptance of a
second; at the third, Somerset was free to cease from the
affectation of keeping her company; and as for the fourth, she
asked it of her own accord.  'For indeed,' said she, 'what with all
these clocks and chemicals, without a drop of the creature life
would be impossible entirely.  And you seen yourself that even
M'Guire was glad to beg for it.  And even himself, when he is
downhearted with all these cruel disappointments, though as
temperate a man as any child, will be sometimes crying for a glass
of it.  And I'll thank you for a thimbleful to settle what I got.'
Soon after, she began with tears to narrate the deathbed
dispositions and lament the trifling assets of her husband.  Then
she declared she heard 'the master' calling her, rose to her feet,
made but one lurch of it into the still-life rockery, and with her
head upon the lobster, fell into stertorous slumbers.

Somerset mounted at once to the first story, and opened the door of
the drawing-room, which was brilliantly lit by several lamps.  It
was a great apartment; looking on the square with three tall
windows, and joined by a pair of ample folding-doors to the next
room; elegant in proportion, papered in sea-green, furnished in
velvet of a delicate blue, and adorned with a majestic mantelpiece
of variously tinted marbles.  Such was the room that Somerset
remembered; that which he now beheld was changed in almost every
feature:  the furniture covered with a figured chintz; the walls
hung with a rhubarb-coloured paper, and diversified by the
curtained recesses for no less than seven windows.  It seemed to
himself that he must have entered, without observing the
transition, into the adjoining house.  Presently from these more
specious changes, his eye condescended to the many curious objects
with which the floor was littered.  Here were the locks of
dismounted pistols; clocks and clockwork in every stage of
demolition, some still busily ticking, some reduced to their dainty
elements; a great company of carboys, jars and bottles; a
carpenter's bench and a laboratory-table.

The back drawing-room, to which Somerset proceeded, had likewise
undergone a change.  It was transformed to the exact appearance of
a common lodging-house bedroom; a bed with green curtains occupied
one corner; and the window was blocked by the regulation table and
mirror.  The door of a small closet here attracted the young man's
attention; and striking a vesta, he opened it and entered.  On a
table several wigs and beards were lying spread; about the walls
hung an incongruous display of suits and overcoats; and conspicuous
among the last the young man observed a large overall of the most
costly sealskin.  In a flash his mind reverted to the advertisement
in the Standard newspaper.  The great height of his lodger, the
disproportionate breadth of his shoulders, and the strange
particulars of his instalment, all pointed to the same conclusion.

The vesta had now burned to his fingers; and taking the coat upon
his arm, Somerset hastily returned to the lighted drawing-room.
There, with a mixture of fear and admiration, he pored upon its
goodly proportions and the regularity and softness of the pile.
The sight of a large pier-glass put another fancy in his head.  He
donned the fur-coat; and standing before the mirror in an attitude
suggestive of a Russian prince, he thrust his hands into the ample
pockets.  There his fingers encountered a folded journal.  He drew
it out, and recognised the type and paper of the Standard; and at
the same instant, his eyes alighted on the offer of two hundred
pounds.  Plainly then, his lodger, now no longer mysterious, had
laid aside his coat on the very day of the appearance of the

He was thus standing, the tell-tale coat upon his back, the
incriminating paper in his hand, when the door opened and the tall
lodger, with a firm but somewhat pallid face, stepped into the room
and closed the door again behind him.  For some time, the two
looked upon each other in perfect silence; then Mr. Jones moved
forward to the table, took a seat, and still without once changing
the direction of his eyes, addressed the young man.

'You are right,' he said.  'It is for me the blood money is
offered.  And now what will you do?'

It was a question to which Somerset was far from being able to
reply.  Taken as he was at unawares, masquerading in the man's own
coat, and surrounded by a whole arsenal of diabolical explosives,
the keeper of the lodging-house was silenced.

'Yes,' resumed the other, 'I am he.  I am that man, whom with
impotent hate and fear, they still hunt from den to den, from
disguise to disguise.  Yes, my landlord, you have it in your power,
if you be poor, to lay the basis of your fortune; if you be
unknown, to capture honour at one snatch.  You have hocussed an
innocent widow; and I find you here in my apartment, for whose use
I pay you in stamped money, searching my wardrobe, and your hand--
shame, sir!--your hand in my very pocket.  You can now complete the
cycle of your ignominious acts, by what will be at once the
simplest, the safest, and the most remunerative.'  The speaker
paused as if to emphasise his words; and then, with a great change
of tone and manner, thus resumed:  'And yet, sir, when I look upon
your face, I feel certain that I cannot be deceived:  certain that
in spite of all, I have the honour and pleasure of speaking to a
gentleman.  Take off my coat, sir--which but cumbers you.  Divest
yourself of this confusion:  that which is but thought upon, thank
God, need be no burthen to the conscience; we have all harboured
guilty thoughts:  and if it flashed into your mind to sell my flesh
and blood, my anguish in the dock, and the sweat of my death agony-
-it was a thought, dear sir, you were as incapable of acting on, as
I of any further question of your honour.'  At these words, the
speaker, with a very open, smiling countenance, like a forgiving
father, offered Somerset his hand.

It was not in the young man's nature to refuse forgiveness or
dissect generosity.  He instantly, and almost without thought,
accepted the proffered grasp.

'And now,' resumed the lodger, 'now that I hold in mine your loyal
hand, I lay by my apprehensions, I dismiss suspicion, I go further-
-by an effort of will, I banish the memory of what is past.  How
you came here, I care not:  enough that you are here--as my guest.
Sit ye down; and let us, with your good permission, improve
acquaintance over a glass of excellent whisky.'

So speaking, he produced glasses and a bottle:  and the pair
pledged each other in silence.

'Confess,' observed the smiling host, 'you were surprised at the
appearance of the room.'

'I was indeed,' said Somerset; 'nor can I imagine the purpose of
these changes.'

'These,' replied the conspirator, 'are the devices by which I
continue to exist.  Conceive me now, accused before one of your
unjust tribunals; conceive the various witnesses appearing, and the
singular variety of their reports!  One will have visited me in
this drawing-room as it originally stood; a second finds it as it
is to-night; and to-morrow or next day, all may have been changed.
If you love romance (as artists do), few lives are more romantic
than that of the obscure individual now addressing you.  Obscure
yet famous.  Mine is an anonymous, infernal glory.  By infamous
means, I work towards my bright purpose.  I found the liberty and
peace of a poor country, desperately abused; the future smiles upon
that land; yet, in the meantime, I lead the existence of a hunted
brute, work towards appalling ends, and practice hell's

Somerset, glass in hand, contemplated the strange fanatic before
him, and listened to his heated rhapsody, with indescribable
bewilderment.  He looked him in the face with curious
particularity; saw there the marks of education; and wondered the
more profoundly.

'Sir,' he said--'for I know not whether I should still address you
as Mr. Jones--'

'Jones, Breitman, Higginbotham, Pumpernickel, Daviot, Henderland,
by all or any of these you may address me,' said the plotter; 'for
all I have at some time borne.  Yet that which I most prize, that
which is most feared, hated, and obeyed, is not a name to be found
in your directories; it is not a name current in post-offices or
banks; and, indeed, like the celebrated clan M'Gregor, I may justly
describe myself as being nameless by day.  But,' he continued,
rising to his feet, 'by night, and among my desperate followers, I
am the redoubted Zero.'

Somerset was unacquainted with the name, but he politely expressed
surprise and gratification.  'I am to understand,' he continued,
'that, under this alias, you follow the profession of a dynamiter?'

The plotter had resumed his seat and now replenished the glasses.

'I do,' he said.  'In this dark period of time, a star--the star of
dynamite--has risen for the oppressed; and among those who practise
its use, so thick beset with dangers and attended by such
incredible difficulties and disappointments, few have been more
assiduous, and not many--'  He paused, and a shade of embarrassment
appeared upon his face--'not many have been more successful than

'I can imagine,' observed Somerset, 'that, from the sweeping
consequences looked for, the career is not devoid of interest.  You
have, besides, some of the entertainment of the game of hide and
seek.  But it would still seem to me--I speak as a layman--that
nothing could be simpler or safer than to deposit an infernal
machine and retire to an adjacent county to await the painful

'You speak, indeed,' returned the plotter, with some evidence of
warmth, 'you speak, indeed, most ignorantly.  Do you make nothing,
then, of such a peril as we share this moment?  Do you think it
nothing to occupy a house like this one, mined, menaced, and, in a
word, literally tottering to its fall?'

'Good God!' ejaculated Somerset.

'And when you speak of ease,' pursued Zero, 'in this age of
scientific studies, you fill me with surprise.  Are you not aware
that chemicals are proverbially fickle as woman, and clockwork as
capricious as the very devil?  Do you see upon my brow these
furrows of anxiety?  Do you observe the silver threads that mingle
with my hair?  Clockwork, clockwork has stamped them on my brow--
chemicals have sprinkled them upon my locks!  No, Mr. Somerset,' he
resumed, after a moment's pause, his voice still quivering with
sensibility, 'you must not suppose the dynamiter's life to be all
gold.  On the contrary, you cannot picture to yourself the
bloodshot vigils and the staggering disappointments of a life like
mine.  I have toiled (let us say) for months, up early and down
late; my bag is ready, my clock set; a daring agent has hurried
with white face to deposit the instrument of ruin; we await the
fall of England, the massacre of thousands, the yell of fear and
execration; and lo! a snap like that of a child's pistol, an
offensive smell, and the entire loss of so much time and plant!
If,' he concluded, musingly, 'we had been merely able to recover
the lost bags, I believe with but a touch or two, I could have
remedied the peccant engine.  But what with the loss of plant and
the almost insuperable scientific difficulties of the task, our
friends in France are almost ready to desert the chosen medium.
They propose, instead, to break up the drainage system of cities
and sweep off whole populations with the devastating typhoid
pestilence:  a tempting and a scientific project:  a process,
indiscriminate indeed, but of idyllical simplicity.  I recognise
its elegance; but, sir, I have something of the poet in my nature;
something, possibly, of the tribune.  And, for my small part, I
shall remain devoted to that more emphatic, more striking, and (if
you please) more popular method, of the explosive bomb.  Yes,' he
cried, with unshaken hope, 'I will still continue, and, I feel it
in my bosom, I shall yet succeed.'

'Two things I remark,' said Somerset.  'The first somewhat staggers
me.  Have you, then--in all this course of life, which you have
sketched so vividly--have you not once succeeded?'

'Pardon me,' said Zero.  'I have had one success.  You behold in me
the author of the outrage of Red Lion Court.'

'But if I remember right,' objected Somerset, 'the thing was a
fiasco.  A scavenger's barrow and some copies of the Weekly Budget-
-these were the only victims.'

'You will pardon me again,' returned Zero with positive asperity:
'a child was injured.'

'And that fitly brings me to my second point,' said Somerset.  'For
I observed you to employ the word "indiscriminate."  Now, surely, a
scavenger's barrow and a child (if child there were) represent the
very acme and top pin-point of indiscriminate, and, pardon me, of
ineffectual reprisal.'

'Did I employ the word?' asked Zero.  'Well, I will not defend it.
But for efficiency, you touch on graver matters; and before
entering upon so vast a subject, permit me once more to fill our
glasses.  Disputation is dry work,' he added, with a charming
gaiety of manner.

Once more accordingly the pair pledged each other in a stalwart
grog; and Zero, leaning back with an air of some complacency,
proceeded more largely to develop his opinions.

'The indiscriminate?' he began.  'War, my dear sir, is
indiscriminate.  War spares not the child; it spares not the barrow
of the harmless scavenger.  No more,' he concluded, beaming, 'no
more do I.  Whatever may strike fear, whatever may confound or
paralyse the activities of the guilty nation, barrow or child,
imperial Parliament or excursion steamer, is welcome to my simple
plans.  You are not,' he inquired, with a shade of sympathetic
interest, 'you are not, I trust, a believer?'

'Sir, I believe in nothing,' said the young man.

'You are then,' replied Zero, 'in a position to grasp my argument.
We agree that humanity is the object, the glorious triumph of
humanity; and being pledged to labour for that end, and face to
face with the banded opposition of kings, parliaments, churches,
and the members of the force, who am I--who are we, dear sir--to
affect a nicety about the tools employed?  You might, perhaps,
expect us to attack the Queen, the sinister Gladstone, the rigid
Derby, or the dexterous Granville; but there you would be in error.
Our appeal is to the body of the people; it is these that we would
touch and interest.  Now, sir, have you observed the English

'I should think I had,' cried Somerset.

'From a man of taste and a votary of art, I had expected it,'
returned the conspirator politely.  'A type apart; a very charming
figure; and thoroughly adapted to our ends.  The neat cap, the
clean print, the comely person, the engaging manner; her position
between classes, parents in one, employers in another; the
probability that she will have at least one sweet-heart, whose
feelings we shall address: --yes, I have a leaning--call it, if you
will, a weakness--for the housemaid.  Not that I would be
understood to despise the nurse.  For the child is a very
interesting feature:  I have long since marked out the child as the
sensitive point in society.'  He wagged his head, with a wise,
pensive smile.  'And talking, sir, of children and of the perils of
our trade, let me now narrate to you a little incident of an
explosive bomb, that fell out some weeks ago under my own
observation.  It fell out thus.'

And Zero, leaning back in his chair, narrated the following simple


I dined by appointment with one of our most trusted agents, in a
private chamber at St. James's Hall.  You have seen the man:  it
was M'Guire, the most chivalrous of creatures, but not himself
expert in our contrivances.  Hence the necessity of our meeting;
for I need not remind you what enormous issues depend upon the nice
adjustment of the engine.  I set our little petard for half an
hour, the scene of action being hard by; and the better to avert
miscarriage, employed a device, a recent invention of my own, by
which the opening of the Gladstone bag in which the bomb was
carried, should instantly determine the explosion.  M'Guire was
somewhat dashed by this arrangement, which was new to him:  and
pointed out, with excellent, clear good sense, that should he be
arrested, it would probably involve him in the fall of our
opponents.  But I was not to be moved, made a strong appeal to his
patriotism, gave him a good glass of whisky, and despatched him on
his glorious errand.

Our objective was the effigy of Shakespeare in Leicester Square:  a
spot, I think, admirably chosen; not only for the sake of the
dramatist, still very foolishly claimed as a glory by the English
race, in spite of his disgusting political opinions; but from the
fact that the seats in the immediate neighbourhood are often
thronged by children, errand-boys, unfortunate young ladies of the
poorer class and infirm old men--all classes making a direct appeal
to public pity, and therefore suitable with our designs.  As
M'Guire drew near his heart was inflamed by the most noble
sentiment of triumph.  Never had he seen the garden so crowded;
children, still stumbling in the impotence of youth, ran to and
fro, shouting and playing, round the pedestal; an old, sick
pensioner sat upon the nearest bench, a medal on his breast, a
stick with which he walked (for he was disabled by wounds)
reclining on his knee.  Guilty England would thus be stabbed in the
most delicate quarters; the moment had, indeed, been well selected;
and M'Guire, with a radiant provision of the event, drew merrily
nearer.  Suddenly his eye alighted on the burly form of a
policeman, standing hard by the effigy in an attitude of watch.  My
bold companion paused; he looked about him closely; here and there,
at different points of the enclosure, other men stood or loitered,
affecting an abstraction, feigning to gaze upon the shrubs,
feigning to talk, feigning to be weary and to rest upon the
benches.  M'Guire was no child in these affairs; he instantly
divined one of the plots of the Machiavellian Gladstone.

A chief difficulty with which we have to deal, is a certain
nervousness in the subaltern branches of the corps; as the hour of
some design draws near, these chicken-souled conspirators appear to
suffer some revulsion of intent; and frequently despatch to the
authorities, not indeed specific denunciations, but vague anonymous
warnings.  But for this purely accidental circumstance, England had
long ago been an historical expression.  On the receipt of such a
letter, the Government lay a trap for their adversaries, and
surround the threatened spot with hirelings.  My blood sometimes
boils in my veins, when I consider the case of those who sell
themselves for money in such a cause.  True, thanks to the
generosity of our supporters, we patriots receive a very
comfortable stipend; I myself, of course, touch a salary which puts
me quite beyond the reach of any peddling, mercenary thoughts;
M'Guire, again, ere he joined our ranks, was on the brink of
starving, and now, thank God! receives a decent income.  That is as
it should be; the patriot must not be diverted from his task by any
base consideration; and the distinction between our position and
that of the police is too obvious to be stated.

Plainly, however, our Leicester Square design had been divulged;
the Government had craftily filled the place with minions; even the
pensioner was not improbably a hireling in disguise; and our
emissary, without other aid or protection than the simple apparatus
in his bag, found himself confronted by force; brutal force; that
strong hand which was a character of the ages of oppression.
Should he venture to deposit the machine, it was almost certain
that he would be observed and arrested; a cry would arise; and
there was just a fear that the police might not be present in
sufficient force, to protect him from the savagery of the mob.  The
scheme must be delayed.  He stood with his bag on his arm,
pretending to survey the front of the Alhambra, when there flashed
into his mind a thought to appal the bravest.  The machine was set;
at the appointed hour, it must explode; and how, in the interval,
was he to be rid of it?

Put yourself, I beseech you, into the body of that patriot.  There
he was, friendless and helpless; a man in the very flower of life,
for he is not yet forty; with long years of happiness before him;
and now condemned, in one moment, to a cruel and revolting death by
dynamite!  The square, he said, went round him like a thaumatrope;
he saw the Alhambra leap into the air like a balloon; and reeled
against the railing.  It is probable he fainted.

When he came to himself, a constable had him by the arm.

'My God!' he cried.

'You seem to be unwell, sir,' said the hireling.

'I feel better now,' cried poor M'Guire:  and with uneven steps,
for the pavement of the square seemed to lurch and reel under his
footing, he fled from the scene of this disaster.  Fled?  Alas,
from what was he fleeing?  Did he not carry that from which he fled
along with him? and had he the wings of the eagle, had he the
swiftness of the ocean winds, could he have been rapt into the
uttermost quarters of the earth, how should he escape the ruin that
he carried?  We have heard of living men who have been fettered to
the dead; the grievance, soberly considered, is no more than
sentimental; the case is but a flea-bite to that of him who should
be linked, like poor M'Guire, to an explosive bomb.

A thought struck him in Green Street, like a dart through his
liver:  suppose it were the hour already.  He stopped as though he
had been shot, and plucked his watch out.  There was a howling in
his ears, as loud as a winter tempest; his sight was now obscured
as if by a cloud, now, as by a lightning flash, would show him the
very dust upon the street.  But so brief were these intervals of
vision, and so violently did the watch vibrate in his hands, that
it was impossible to distinguish the numbers on the dial.  He
covered his eyes for a few seconds; and in that space, it seemed to
him that he had fallen to be a man of ninety.  When he looked
again, the watch-plate had grown legible:  he had twenty minutes.
Twenty minutes, and no plan!

Green Street, at that time, was very empty; and he now observed a
little girl of about six drawing near to him, and as she came,
kicking in front of her, as children will, a piece of wood.  She
sang, too; and something in her accent recalling him to the past,
produced a sudden clearness in his mind.  Here was a God-sent

'My dear,' said he, 'would you like a present of a pretty bag?'

The child cried aloud with joy and put out her hands to take it.
She had looked first at the bag, like a true child; but most
unfortunately, before she had yet received the fatal gift, her eyes
fell directly on M'Guire; and no sooner had she seen the poor
gentleman's face, than she screamed out and leaped backward, as
though she had seen the devil.  Almost at the same moment a woman
appeared upon the threshold of a neighbouring shop, and called upon
the child in anger.  'Come here, colleen,' she said, 'and don't be
plaguing the poor old gentleman!'  With that she re-entered the
house, and the child followed her, sobbing aloud.

With the loss of this hope M'Guire's reason swooned within him.
When next he awoke to consciousness, he was standing before St.
Martin's-in-the-Fields, wavering like a drunken man; the passers-by
regarding him with eyes in which he read, as in a glass, an image
of the terror and horror that dwelt within his own.

'I am afraid you are very ill, sir,' observed a woman, stopping and
gazing hard in his face.  'Can I do anything to help you?'

'Ill?' said M'Guire.  'O God!'  And then, recovering some shadow of
his self-command, 'Chronic, madam,' said he:  'a long course of the
dumb ague.  But since you are so compassionate--an errand that I
lack the strength to carry out,' he gasped--'this bag to Portman
Square.  Oh, compassionate woman, as you hope to be saved, as you
are a mother, in the name of your babes that wait to welcome you at
home, oh, take this bag to Portman Square!  I have a mother, too,'
he added, with a broken voice.  'Number 19, Portman Square.'

I suppose he had expressed himself with too much energy of voice;
for the woman was plainly taken with a certain fear of him.  'Poor
gentleman!' said she.  'If I were you, I would go home.'  And she
left him standing there in his distress.

'Home!' thought M'Guire, 'what a derision!'  What home was there
for him, the victim of philanthropy?  He thought of his old mother,
of his happy youth; of the hideous, rending pang of the explosion;
of the possibility that he might not be killed, that he might be
cruelly mangled, crippled for life, condemned to lifelong pains,
blinded perhaps, and almost surely deafened.  Ah, you spoke lightly
of the dynamiter's peril; but even waiving death, have you realised
what it is for a fine, brave young man of forty, to be smitten
suddenly with deafness, cut off from all the music of life, and
from the voice of friendship, and love?  How little do we realise
the sufferings of others!  Even your brutal Government, in the
heyday of its lust for cruelty, though it scruples not to hound the
patriot with spies, to pack the corrupt jury, to bribe the hangman,
and to erect the infamous gallows, would hesitate to inflict so
horrible a doom:  not, I am well aware, from virtue, not from
philanthropy, but with the fear before it of the withering scorn of
the good.

But I wander from M'Guire.  From this dread glance into the past
and future, his thoughts returned at a bound upon the present.  How
had he wandered there? and how long--oh, heavens! how long had he
been about it?  He pulled out his watch; and found that but three
minutes had elapsed.  It seemed too bright a thing to be believed.
He glanced at the church clock; and sure enough, it marked an hour
four minutes faster than the watch.

Of all that he endured, M'Guire declares that pang was the most
desolate.  Till then, he had had one friend, one counsellor, in
whom he plenarily trusted; by whose advertisement, he numbered the
minutes that remained to him of life; on whose sure testimony, he
could tell when the time was come to risk the last adventure, to
cast the bag away from him, and take to flight.  And now in what
was he to place reliance?  His watch was slow; it might be losing
time; if so, in what degree?  What limit could he set to its
derangement? and how much was it possible for a watch to lose in
thirty minutes?  Five? ten? fifteen?  It might be so; already, it
seemed years since he had left St. James's Hall on this so
promising enterprise; at any moment, then, the blow was to be
looked for.

In the face of this new distress, the wild disorder of his pulses
settled down; and a broken weariness succeeded, as though he had
lived for centuries and for centuries been dead.  The buildings and
the people in the street became incredibly small, and far-away, and
bright; London sounded in his ears stilly, like a whisper; and the
rattle of the cab that nearly charged him down, was like a sound
from Africa.  Meanwhile, he was conscious of a strange abstraction
from himself; and heard and felt his footfalls on the ground, as
those of a very old, small, debile and tragically fortuned man,
whom he sincerely pitied.

As he was thus moving forward past the National Gallery, in a
medium, it seemed, of greater rarity and quiet than ordinary air,
there slipped into his mind the recollection of a certain entry in
Whitcomb Street hard by, where he might perhaps lay down his tragic
cargo unremarked.  Thither, then, he bent his steps, seeming, as he
went, to float above the pavement; and there, in the mouth of the
entry, he found a man in a sleeved waistcoat, gravely chewing a
straw.  He passed him by, and twice patrolled the entry, scouting
for the barest chance; but the man had faced about and continued to
observe him curiously.

Another hope was gone.  M'Guire reissued from the entry, still
followed by the wondering eyes of the man in the sleeved waistcoat.
He once more consulted his watch:  there were but fourteen minutes
left to him.  At that, it seemed as if a sudden, genial heat were
spread about his brain; for a second or two, he saw the world as
red as blood; and thereafter entered into a complete possession of
himself, with an incredible cheerfulness of spirits, prompting him
to sing and chuckle as he walked.  And yet this mirth seemed to
belong to things external; and within, like a black and leaden-
heavy kernel, he was conscious of the weight upon his soul.

I care for nobody, no, not I,
And nobody cares for me,

he sang, and laughed at the appropriate burthen, so that the
passengers stared upon him on the street.  And still the warmth
seemed to increase and to become more genial.  What was life? he
considered, and what he, M'Guire?  What even Erin, our green Erin?
All seemed so incalculably little that he smiled as he looked down
upon it.  He would have given years, had he possessed them, for a
glass of spirits; but time failed, and he must deny himself this
last indulgence.

At the corner of the Haymarket, he very jauntily hailed a hansom
cab; jumped in; bade the fellow drive him to a part of the
Embankment, which he named; and as soon as the vehicle was in
motion, concealed the bag as completely as he could under the
vantage of the apron, and once more drew out his watch.  So he rode
for five interminable minutes, his heart in his mouth at every
jolt, scarce able to possess his terrors, yet fearing to wake the
attention of the driver by too obvious a change of plan, and
willing, if possible, to leave him time to forget the Gladstone

At length, at the head of some stairs on the Embankment, he hailed;
the cab was stopped; and he alighted--with how glad a heart!  He
thrust his hand into his pocket.  All was now over; he had saved
his life; nor that alone, but he had engineered a striking act of
dynamite; for what could be more pictorial, what more effective,
than the explosion of a hansom cab, as it sped rapidly along the
streets of London.  He felt in one pocket; then in another.  The
most crushing seizure of despair descended on his soul; and struck
into abject dumbness, he stared upon the driver.  He had not one

'Hillo,' said the driver, 'don't seem well.'

'Lost my money,' said M'Guire, in tones so faint and strange that
they surprised his hearing.

The man looked through the trap.  'I dessay,' said he:  'you've
left your bag.'

M'Guire half unconsciously fetched it out; and looking on that
black continent at arm's length, withered inwardly and felt his
features sharpen as with mortal sickness.

'This is not mine,' said he.  'Your last fare must have left it.
You had better take it to the station.'

'Now look here,' returned the cabman:  'are you off your chump? or
am I?'

'Well, then, I'll tell you what,' exclaimed M'Guire; 'you take it
for your fare!'

'Oh, I dessay,' replied the driver.  'Anything else?  What's IN
your bag?  Open it, and let me see.'

'No, no,' returned M'Guire.  'Oh no, not that.  It's a surprise;
it's prepared expressly:  a surprise for honest cabmen.'

'No, you don't,' said the man, alighting from his perch, and coming
very close to the unhappy patriot.  'You're either going to pay my
fare, or get in again and drive to the office.'

It was at this supreme hour of his distress, that M'Guire spied the
stout figure of one Godall, a tobacconist of Rupert Street, drawing
near along the Embankment.  The man was not unknown to him; he had
bought of his wares, and heard him quoted for the soul of
liberality; and such was now the nearness of his peril, that even
at such a straw of hope, he clutched with gratitude.

'Thank God!' he cried.  'Here comes a friend of mine.  I'll
borrow.'  And he dashed to meet the tradesman.  'Sir,' said he,
'Mr. Godall, I have dealt with you--you doubtless know my face--
calamities for which I cannot blame myself have overwhelmed me.
Oh, sir, for the love of innocence, for the sake of the bonds of
humanity, and as you hope for mercy at the throne of grace, lend me

'I do not recognise your face,' replied Mr. Godall; 'but I remember
the cut of your beard, which I have the misfortune to dislike.
Here, sir, is a sovereign; which I very willingly advance to you,
on the single condition that you shave your chin.'

M'Guire grasped the coin without a word; cast it to the cabman,
calling out to him to keep the change; bounded down the steps,
flung the bag far forth into the river, and fell headlong after it.
He was plucked from a watery grave, it is believed, by the hands of
Mr. Godall.  Even as he was being hoisted dripping to the shore, a
dull and choked explosion shook the solid masonry of the
Embankment, and far out in the river a momentary fountain rose and


Somerset in vain strove to attach a meaning to these words.  He
had, in the meanwhile, applied himself assiduously to the flagon;
the plotter began to melt in twain, and seemed to expand and hover
on his seat; and with a vague sense of nightmare, the young man
rose unsteadily to his feet, and, refusing the proffer of a third
grog, insisted that the hour was late and he must positively get to

'Dear me,' observed Zero, 'I find you very temperate.  But I will
not be oppressive.  Suffice it that we are now fast friends; and,
my dear landlord, au revoir!'

So saying the plotter once more shook hands; and with the politest
ceremonies, and some necessary guidance, conducted the bewildered
young gentleman to the top of the stair.

Precisely, how he got to bed, was a point on which Somerset
remained in utter darkness; but the next morning when, at a blow,
he started broad awake, there fell upon his mind a perfect
hurricane of horror and wonder.  That he should have suffered
himself to be led into the semblance of intimacy with such a man as
his abominable lodger, appeared, in the cold light of day, a
mystery of human weakness.  True, he was caught in a situation that
might have tested the aplomb of Talleyrand.  That was perhaps a
palliation; but it was no excuse.  For so wholesale a capitulation
of principle, for such a fall into criminal familiarity, no excuse
indeed was possible; nor any remedy, but to withdraw at once from
the relation.

As soon as he was dressed, he hurried upstairs, determined on a
rupture.  Zero hailed him with the warmth of an old friend.

'Come in,' he cried, 'dear Mr. Somerset!  Come in, sit down, and,
without ceremony, join me at my morning meal.'

'Sir,' said Somerset, 'you must permit me first to disengage my
honour.  Last night, I was surprised into a certain appearance of
complicity; but once for all, let me inform you that I regard you
and your machinations with unmingled horror and disgust, and I will
leave no stone unturned to crush your vile conspiracy.'

'My dear fellow,' replied Zero, with an air of some complacency, 'I
am well accustomed to these human weaknesses.  Disgust?  I have
felt it myself; it speedily wears off.  I think none the worse, I
think the more of you, for this engaging frankness.  And in the
meanwhile, what are you to do?  You find yourself, if I interpret
rightly, in very much the same situation as Charles the Second
(possibly the least degraded of your British sovereigns) when he
was taken into the confidence of the thief.  To denounce me, is out
of the question; and what else can you attempt?  No, dear Mr.
Somerset, your hands are tied; and you find yourself condemned,
under pain of behaving like a cad, to be that same charming and
intellectual companion who delighted me last night.'

'At least,' cried Somerset, 'I can, and do, order you to leave this

'Ah!' cried the plotter, 'but there I fail to follow you.  You may,
if you please, enact the part of Judas; but if, as I suppose, you
recoil from that extremity of meanness, I am, on my side, far too
intelligent to leave these lodgings, in which I please myself
exceedingly, and from which you lack the power to drive me.  No,
no, dear sir; here I am, and here I propose to stay.'

'I repeat,' cried Somerset, beside himself with a sense of his own
weakness, 'I repeat that I give you warning.  I am the master of
this house; and I emphatically give you warning.'

'A week's warning?' said the imperturbable conspirator.  'Very
well:  we will talk of it a week from now.  That is arranged; and
in the meanwhile, I observe my breakfast growing cold.  Do, dear
Mr. Somerset, since you find yourself condemned, for a week at
least, to the society of a very interesting character, display some
of that open favour, some of that interest in life's obscurer
sides, which stamp the character of the true artist.  Hang me, if
you will, to-morrow; but to-day show yourself divested of the
scruples of the burgess, and sit down pleasantly to share my meal.'

'Man!' cried Somerset, 'do you understand my sentiments?'

'Certainly,' replied Zero; 'and I respect them!  Would you be
outdone in such a contest? will you alone be partial? and in this
nineteenth century, cannot two gentlemen of education agree to
differ on a point of politics?  Come, sir:  all your hard words
have left me smiling; judge then, which of us is the philosopher!'

Somerset was a young man of a very tolerant disposition and by
nature easily amenable to sophistry.  He threw up his hands with a
gesture of despair, and took the seat to which the conspirator
invited him.  The meal was excellent; the host not only affable,
but primed with curious information.  He seemed, indeed, like one
who had too long endured the torture of silence, to exult in the
most wholesale disclosures.  The interest of what he had to tell
was great; his character, besides, developed step by step; and
Somerset, as the time fled, not only outgrew some of the discomfort
of his false position, but began to regard the conspirator with a
familiarity that verged upon contempt.  In any circumstances, he
had a singular inability to leave the society in which he found
himself; company, even if distasteful, held him captive like a
limed sparrow; and on this occasion, he suffered hour to follow
hour, was easily persuaded to sit down once more to table, and did
not even attempt to withdraw till, on the approach of evening,
Zero, with many apologies, dismissed his guest.  His fellow-
conspirators, the dynamiter handsomely explained, as they were
unacquainted with the sterling qualities of the young man, would be
alarmed at the sight of a strange face.

As soon as he was alone, Somerset fell back upon the humour of the
morning.  He raged at the thought of his facility; he paced the
dining-room, forming the sternest resolutions for the future; he
wrung the hand which had been dishonoured by the touch of an
assassin; and among all these whirling thoughts, there flashed in
from time to time, and ever with a chill of fear, the thought of
the confounded ingredients with which the house was stored.  A
powder magazine seemed a secure smoking-room alongside of the
Superfluous Mansion.

He sought refuge in flight, in locomotion, in the flowing bowl.  As
long as the bars were open, he travelled from one to another,
seeking light, safety, and the companionship of human faces; when
these resources failed him, he fell back on the belated baked-
potato man; and at length, still pacing the streets, he was goaded
to fraternise with the police.  Alas, with what a sense of guilt he
conversed with these guardians of the law; how gladly had he wept
upon their ample bosoms; and how the secret fluttered to his lips
and was still denied an exit!  Fatigue began at last to triumph
over remorse; and about the hour of the first milkman, he returned
to the door of the mansion; looked at it with a horrid expectation,
as though it should have burst that instant into flames; drew out
his key, and when his foot already rested on the steps, once more
lost heart and fled for repose to the grisly shelter of a coffee-

It was on the stroke of noon when he awoke.  Dismally searching in
his pockets, he found himself reduced to half-a-crown; and when he
had paid the price of his distasteful couch, saw himself obliged to
return to the Superfluous Mansion.  He sneaked into the hall and
stole on tiptoe to the cupboard where he kept his money.  Yet half
a minute, he told himself, and he would be free for days from his
obseding lodger, and might decide at leisure on the course he
should pursue.  But fate had otherwise designed:  there came a tap
at the door and Zero entered.

'Have I caught you?' he cried, with innocent gaiety.  'Dear fellow,
I was growing quite impatient.'  And on the speaker's somewhat
stolid face, there came a glow of genuine affection.  'I am so long
unused to have a friend,' he continued, 'that I begin to be afraid
I may prove jealous.'  And he wrung the hand of his landlord.

Somerset was, of all men, least fit to deal with such a greeting.
To reject these kind advances was beyond his strength.  That he
could not return cordiality for cordiality, was already almost more
than he could carry.  That inequality between kind sentiments
which, to generous characters, will always seem to be a sort of
guilt, oppressed him to the ground; and he stammered vague and
lying words.

'That is all right,' cried Zero--'that is as it should be--say no
more!  I had a vague alarm; I feared you had deserted me; but I now
own that fear to have been unworthy, and apologise.  To doubt of
your forgiveness were to repeat my sin.  Come, then; dinner waits;
join me again and tell me your adventures of the night.'

Kindness still sealed the lips of Somerset; and he suffered himself
once more to be set down to table with his innocent and criminal
acquaintance.  Once more, the plotter plunged up to the neck in
damaging disclosures:  now it would be the name and biography of an
individual, now the address of some important centre, that rose, as
if by accident, upon his lips; and each word was like another turn
of the thumbscrew to his unhappy guest.  Finally, the course of
Zero's bland monologue led him to the young lady of two days ago:
that young lady, who had flashed on Somerset for so brief a while
but with so conquering a charm; and whose engaging grace,
communicative eyes, and admirable conduct of the sweeping skirt,
remained imprinted on his memory.

'You saw her?' said Zero.  'Beautiful, is she not?  She, too, is
one of ours:  a true enthusiast:  nervous, perhaps, in presence of
the chemicals; but in matters of intrigue, the very soul of skill
and daring.  Lake, Fonblanque, de Marly, Valdevia, such are some of
the names that she employs; her true name--but there, perhaps, I go
too far.  Suffice it, that it is to her I owe my present lodging,
and, dear Somerset, the pleasure of your acquaintance.  It appears
she knew the house.  You see dear fellow, I make no concealment:
all that you can care to hear, I tell you openly.'

'For God's sake,' cried the wretched Somerset, 'hold your tongue!
You cannot imagine how you torture me!'

A shade of serious discomposure crossed the open countenance of

'There are times,' he said, 'when I begin to fancy that you do not
like me.  Why, why, dear Somerset, this lack of cordiality?  I am
depressed; the touchstone of my life draws near; and if I fail'--he
gloomily nodded--'from all the height of my ambitious schemes, I
fall, dear boy, into contempt.  These are grave thoughts, and you
may judge my need of your delightful company.  Innocent prattler,
you relieve the weight of my concerns.  And yet . . . and yet . .
.'  The speaker pushed away his plate, and rose from table.
'Follow me,' said he, 'follow me.  My mood is on; I must have air,
I must behold the plain of battle.'

So saying, he led the way hurriedly to the top flat of the mansion,
and thence, by ladder and trap, to a certain leaded platform,
sheltered at one end by a great stalk of chimneys and occupying the
actual summit of the roof.  On both sides, it bordered, without
parapet or rail, on the incline of slates; and, northward above
all, commanded an extensive view of housetops, and rising through
the smoke, the distant spires of churches.

'Here,' cried Zero, 'you behold this field of city, rich, crowded,
laughing with the spoil of continents; but soon, how soon, to be
laid low!  Some day, some night, from this coign of vantage, you
shall perhaps be startled by the detonation of the judgment gun--
not sharp and empty like the crack of cannon, but deep-mouthed and
unctuously solemn.  Instantly thereafter, you shall behold the
flames break forth.  Ay,' he cried, stretching forth his hand, 'ay,
that will be a day of retribution.  Then shall the pallid constable
flee side by side with the detected thief.  Blaze!' he cried,
'blaze, derided city!  Fall, flatulent monarchy, fall like Dagon!'

With these words his foot slipped upon the lead; and but for
Somerset's quickness, he had been instantly precipitated into
space.  Pale as a sheet, and limp as a pocket-handkerchief, he was
dragged from the edge of downfall by one arm; helped, or rather
carried, down the ladder; and deposited in safety on the attic
landing.  Here he began to come to himself, wiped his brow, and at
length, seizing Somerset's hand in both of his, began to utter his

'This seals it,' said he.  'Ours is a life and death connection.
You have plucked me from the jaws of death; and if I were before
attracted by your character, judge now of the ardour of my
gratitude and love!  But I perceive I am still greatly shaken.
Lend me, I beseech you, lend me your arm as far as my apartment.'

A dram of spirits restored the plotter to something of his
customary self-possession; and he was standing, glass in hand and
genially convalescent, when his eye was attracted by the dejection
of the unfortunate young man.

'Good heavens, dear Somerset,' he cried, 'what ails you?  Let me
offer you a touch of spirits.'

But Somerset had fallen below the reach of this material comfort.

'Let me be,' he said.  'I am lost; you have caught me in the toils.
Up to this moment, I have lived all my life in the most reckless
manner, and done exactly what I pleased, with the most perfect
innocence.  And now--what am I?  Are you so blind and wooden that
you do not see the loathing you inspire me with?  Is it possible
you can suppose me willing to continue to exist upon such terms?
To think,' he cried, 'that a young man, guilty of no fault on earth
but amiability, should find himself involved in such a damned
imbroglio!'  And placing his knuckles in his eyes, Somerset rolled
upon the sofa.

'My God,' said Zero, 'is this possible?  And I so filled with
tenderness and interest!  Can it be, dear Somerset, that you are
under the empire of these out-worn scruples? or that you judge a
patriot by the morality of the religious tract?  I thought you were
a good agnostic.'

'Mr. Jones,' said Somerset, 'it is in vain to argue.  I boast
myself a total disbeliever, not only in revealed religion, but in
the data, method, and conclusions of the whole of ethics.  Well!
what matters it? what signifies a form of words?  I regard you as a
reptile, whom I would rejoice, whom I long, to stamp under my heel.
You would blow up others?  Well then, understand:  I want, with
every circumstance of infamy and agony, to blow up you!'

'Somerset, Somerset!' said Zero, turning very pale, 'this is wrong;
this is very wrong.  You pain, you wound me, Somerset.'

'Give me a match!' cried Somerset wildly.  'Let me set fire to this
incomparable monster!  Let me perish with him in his fall!'

'For God's sake,' cried Zero, clutching hold of the young man, 'for
God's sake command yourself!  We stand upon the brink; death yawns
around us; a man--a stranger in this foreign land--one whom you
have called your friend--'

'Silence!' cried Somerset, 'you are no friend, no friend of mine.
I look on you with loathing, like a toad:  my flesh creeps with
physical repulsion; my soul revolts against the sight of you.'

Zero burst into tears.  'Alas!' he sobbed, 'this snaps the last
link that bound me to humanity.  My friend disowns--he insults me.
I am indeed accurst.'

Somerset stood for an instant staggered by this sudden change of
front.  The next moment, with a despairing gesture, he fled from
the room and from the house.  The first dash of his escape carried
him hard upon half-way to the next police-office:  but presently
began to droop; and before he reached the house of lawful
intervention, he fell once more among doubtful counsels.  Was he an
agnostic? had he a right to act?  Away with such nonsense, and let
Zero perish! ran his thoughts.  And then again:  had he not
promised, had he not shaken hands and broken bread? and that with
open eyes? and if so how could he take action, and not forfeit
honour?  But honour? what was honour?  A figment, which, in the hot
pursuit of crime, he ought to dash aside.  Ay, but crime?  A
figment, too, which his enfranchised intellect discarded.  All day,
he wandered in the parks, a prey to whirling thoughts; all night,
patrolled the city; and at the peep of day he sat down by the
wayside in the neighbourhood of Peckham and bitterly wept.  His
gods had fallen.  He who had chosen the broad, daylit, unencumbered
paths of universal scepticism, found himself still the bondslave of
honour.  He who had accepted life from a point of view as lofty as
the predatory eagle's, though with no design to prey; he who had
clearly recognised the common moral basis of war, of commercial
competition, and of crime; he who was prepared to help the escaping
murderer or to embrace the impenitent thief, found, to the
overthrow of all his logic, that he objected to the use of
dynamite.  The dawn crept among the sleeping villas and over the
smokeless fields of city; and still the unfortunate sceptic sobbed
over his fall from consistency.

At length, he rose and took the rising sun to witness.  'There is
no question as to fact,' he cried; 'right and wrong are but
figments and the shadow of a word; but for all that, there are
certain things that I cannot do, and there are certain others that
I will not stand.'  Thereupon he decided to return to make one last
effort of persuasion, and, if he could not prevail on Zero to
desist from his infernal trade, throw delicacy to the winds, give
the plotter an hour's start, and denounce him to the police.  Fast
as he went, being winged by this resolution, it was already well on
in the morning when he came in sight of the Superfluous Mansion.
Tripping down the steps, was the young lady of the various aliases;
and he was surprised to see upon her countenance the marks of anger
and concern.

'Madam,' he began, yielding to impulse and with no clear knowledge
of what he was to add.

But at the sound of his voice she seemed to experience a shock of
fear or horror; started back; lowered her veil with a sudden
movement; and fled, without turning, from the square.

Here then, we step aside a moment from following the fortunes of
Somerset, and proceed to relate the strange and romantic episode of


Mr. Harry Desborough lodged in the fine and grave old quarter of
Bloomsbury, roared about on every side by the high tides of London,
but itself rejoicing in romantic silences and city peace.  It was
in Queen Square that he had pitched his tent, next door to the
Children's Hospital, on your left hand as you go north:  Queen
Square, sacred to humane and liberal arts, whence homes were made
beautiful, where the poor were taught, where the sparrows were
plentiful and loud, and where groups of patient little ones would
hover all day long before the hospital, if by chance they might
kiss their hand or speak a word to their sick brother at the
window.  Desborough's room was on the first floor and fronted to
the square; but he enjoyed besides, a right by which he often
profited, to sit and smoke upon a terrace at the back, which looked
down upon a fine forest of back gardens, and was in turn commanded
by the windows of an empty room.

On the afternoon of a warm day, Desborough sauntered forth upon
this terrace, somewhat out of hope and heart, for he had been now
some weeks on the vain quest of situations, and prepared for
melancholy and tobacco.  Here, at least, he told himself that he
would be alone; for, like most youths, who are neither rich, nor
witty, nor successful, he rather shunned than courted the society
of other men.  Even as he expressed the thought, his eye alighted
on the window of the room that looked upon the terrace; and to his
surprise and annoyance, he beheld it curtained with a silken
hanging.  It was like his luck, he thought; his privacy was gone,
he could no longer brood and sigh unwatched, he could no longer
suffer his discouragement to find a vent in words or soothe himself
with sentimental whistling; and in the irritation of the moment, he
struck his pipe upon the rail with unnecessary force.  It was an
old, sweet, seasoned briar-root, glossy and dark with long
employment, and justly dear to his fancy.  What, then, was his
chagrin, when the head snapped from the stem, leaped airily in
space, and fell and disappeared among the lilacs of the garden?

He threw himself savagely into the garden chair, pulled out the
story-paper which he had brought with him to read, tore off a
fragment of the last sheet, which contains only the answers to
correspondents, and set himself to roll a cigarette.  He was no
master of the art; again and again, the paper broke between his
fingers and the tobacco showered upon the ground; and he was
already on the point of angry resignation, when the window swung
slowly inward, the silken curtain was thrust aside, and a lady,
somewhat strangely attired, stepped forth upon the terrace.

'Senorito,' said she, and there was a rich thrill in her voice,
like an organ note, 'Senorito, you are in difficulties.  Suffer me
to come to your assistance.'

With the words, she took the paper and tobacco from his unresisting
hands; and with a facility that, in Desborough's eyes, seemed
magical, rolled and presented him a cigarette.  He took it, still
seated, still without a word; staring with all his eyes upon that
apparition.  Her face was warm and rich in colour; in shape, it was
that piquant triangle, so innocently sly, so saucily attractive, so
rare in our more northern climates; her eyes were large, starry,
and visited by changing lights; her hair was partly covered by a
lace mantilla, through which her arms, bare to the shoulder,
gleamed white; her figure, full and soft in all the womanly
contours, was yet alive and active, light with excess of life, and
slender by grace of some divine proportion.

'You do not like my cigarrito, Senor?' she asked.  'Yet it is
better made than yours.'  At that she laughed, and her laughter
trilled in his ear like music; but the next moment her face fell.
'I see,' she cried.  'It is my manner that repels you.  I am too
constrained, too cold.  I am not,' she added, with a more engaging
air, 'I am not the simple English maiden I appear.'

'Oh!' murmured Harry, filled with inexpressible thoughts.

'In my own dear land,' she pursued, 'things are differently
ordered.  There, I must own, a girl is bound by many and rigorous
restrictions; little is permitted her; she learns to be distant,
she learns to appear forbidding.  But here, in free England--oh,
glorious liberty!' she cried, and threw up her arms with a gesture
of inimitable grace--'here there are no fetters; here the woman may
dare to be herself entirely, and the men, the chivalrous men--is it
not written on the very shield of your nation, honi soit?  Ah, it
is hard for me to learn, hard for me to dare to be myself.  You
must not judge me yet awhile; I shall end by conquering this
stiffness, I shall end by growing English.  Do I speak the language

'Perfectly--oh, perfectly!' said Harry, with a fervency of
conviction worthy of a graver subject.

'Ah, then,' she said, 'I shall soon learn; English blood ran in my
father's veins; and I have had the advantage of some training in
your expressive tongue.  If I speak already without accent, with my
thorough English appearance, there is nothing left to change except
my manners.'

'Oh no,' said Desborough.  'Oh pray not!  I--madam--'

'I am,' interrupted the lady, 'the Senorita Teresa Valdevia.  The
evening air grows chill.  Adios, Senorito.'  And before Harry could
stammer out a word, she had disappeared into her room.

He stood transfixed, the cigarette still unlighted in his hand.
His thoughts had soared above tobacco, and still recalled and
beautified the image of his new acquaintance.  Her voice re-echoed
in his memory; her eyes, of which he could not tell the colour,
haunted his soul.  The clouds had risen at her coming, and he
beheld a new-created world.  What she was, he could not fancy, but
he adored her.  Her age, he durst not estimate; fearing to find her
older than himself, and thinking sacrilege to couple that fair
favour with the thought of mortal changes.  As for her character,
beauty to the young is always good.  So the poor lad lingered late
upon the terrace, stealing timid glances at the curtained window,
sighing to the gold laburnums, rapt into the country of romance;
and when at length he entered and sat down to dine, on cold boiled
mutton and a pint of ale, he feasted on the food of gods.

Next day when he returned to the terrace, the window was a little
ajar, and he enjoyed a view of the lady's shoulder, as she sat
patiently sewing and all unconscious of his presence.  On the next,
he had scarce appeared when the window opened, and the Senorita
tripped forth into the sunlight, in a morning disorder, delicately
neat, and yet somehow foreign, tropical, and strange.  In one hand
she held a packet.

'Will you try,' she said, 'some of my father's tobacco--from dear
Cuba?  There, as I suppose you know, all smoke, ladies as well as
gentlemen.  So you need not fear to annoy me.  The fragrance will
remind me of home.  My home, Senor, was by the sea.'  And as she
uttered these few words, Desborough, for the first time in his
life, realised the poetry of the great deep.  'Awake or asleep, I
dream of it:  dear home, dear Cuba!'

'But some day,' said Desborough, with an inward pang, 'some day you
will return?'

' Never!' she cried; 'ah, never, in Heaven's name!'

'Are you then resident for life in England?' he inquired, with a
strange lightening of spirit.

'You ask too much, for you ask more than I know,' she answered
sadly; and then, resuming her gaiety of manner:  'But you have not
tried my Cuban tobacco,' she said.

'Senorita,' said he, shyly abashed by some shadow of coquetry in
her manner, 'whatever comes to me--you--I mean,' he concluded,
deeply flushing, 'that I have no doubt the tobacco is delightful.'

'Ah, Senor,' she said, with almost mournful gravity, 'you seemed so
simple and good, and already you are trying to pay compliments--and
besides,' she added, brightening, with a quick upward glance, into
a smile, 'you do it so badly!  English gentlemen, I used to hear,
could be fast friends, respectful, honest friends; could be
companions, comforters, if the need arose, or champions, and yet
never encroach.  Do not seek to please me by copying the graces of
my countrymen.  Be yourself:  the frank, kindly, honest English
gentleman that I have heard of since my childhood and still longed
to meet.'

Harry, much bewildered, and far from clear as to the manners of the
Cuban gentlemen, strenuously disclaimed the thought of plagiarism.

'Your national seriousness of bearing best becomes you, Senor,'
said the lady.  'See!' marking a line with her dainty, slippered
foot, 'thus far it shall be common ground; there, at my window-
sill, begins the scientific frontier.  If you choose, you may drive
me to my forts; but if, on the other hand, we are to be real
English friends, I may join you here when I am not too sad; or,
when I am yet more graciously inclined, you may draw your chair
beside the window and teach me English customs, while I work.  You
will find me an apt scholar, for my heart is in the task.'  She
laid her hand lightly upon Harry's arm, and looked into his eyes.
'Do you know,' said she, 'I am emboldened to believe that I have
already caught something of your English aplomb?  Do you not
perceive a change, Senor?  Slight, perhaps, but still a change?  Is
my deportment not more open, more free, more like that of the dear
"British Miss" than when you saw me first?'  She gave a radiant
smile; withdrew her hand from Harry's arm; and before the young man
could formulate in words the eloquent emotions that ran riot
through his brain--with an 'Adios, Senor:  good-night, my English
friend,' she vanished from his sight behind the curtain.

The next day Harry consumed an ounce of tobacco in vain upon the
neutral terrace; neither sight nor sound rewarded him, and the
dinner-hour summoned him at length from the scene of
disappointment.  On the next it rained; but nothing, neither
business nor weather, neither prospective poverty nor present
hardship, could now divert the young man from the service of his
lady; and wrapt in a long ulster, with the collar raised, he took
his stand against the balustrade, awaiting fortune, the picture of
damp and discomfort to the eye, but glowing inwardly with tender
and delightful ardours.  Presently the window opened, and the fair
Cuban, with a smile imperfectly dissembled, appeared upon the sill.

'Come here,' she said, 'here, beside my window.  The small verandah
gives a belt of shelter.'  And she graciously handed him a folding-

As he sat down, visibly aglow with shyness and delight, a certain
bulkiness in his pocket reminded him that he was not come empty-

'I have taken the liberty,' said he, 'of bringing you a little
book.  I thought of you, when I observed it on the stall, because I
saw it was in Spanish.  The man assured me it was by one of the
best authors, and quite proper.'  As he spoke, he placed the little
volume in her hand.  Her eyes fell as she turned the pages, and a
flush rose and died again upon her cheeks, as deep as it was
fleeting.  'You are angry,' he cried in agony.  'I have presumed.'

'No, Senor, it is not that,' returned the lady.  'I--' and a flood
of colour once more mounted to her brow--'I am confused and ashamed
because I have deceived you.  Spanish,' she began, and paused--
'Spanish is, of course, my native tongue,' she resumed, as though
suddenly taking courage; 'and this should certainly put the highest
value on your thoughtful present; but alas, sir, of what use is it
to me?  And how shall I confess to you the truth--the humiliating
truth--that I cannot read?'

As Harry's eyes met hers in undisguised amazement, the fair Cuban
seemed to shrink before his gaze.  'Read?' repeated Harry.  'You!'

She pushed the window still more widely open with a large and noble
gesture.  'Enter, Senor,' said she.  'The time has come to which I
have long looked forward, not without alarm; when I must either
fear to lose your friendship, or tell you without disguise the
story of my life.'

It was with a sentiment bordering on devotion, that Harry passed
the window.  A semi-barbarous delight in form and colour had
presided over the studied disorder of the room in which he found
himself.  It was filled with dainty stuffs, furs and rugs and
scarves of brilliant hues, and set with elegant and curious
trifles-fans on the mantelshelf, an antique lamp upon a bracket,
and on the table a silver-mounted bowl of cocoa-nut about half full
of unset jewels.  The fair Cuban, herself a gem of colour and the
fit masterpiece for that rich frame, motioned Harry to a seat, and
sinking herself into another, thus began her history.


I am not what I seem.  My father drew his descent, on the one hand,
from grandees of Spain, and on the other, through the maternal
line, from the patriot Bruce.  My mother, too, was the descendant
of a line of kings; but, alas! these kings were African.  She was
fair as the day:  fairer than I, for I inherited a darker strain of
blood from the veins of my European father; her mind was noble, her
manners queenly and accomplished; and seeing her more than the
equal of her neighbours, and surrounded by the most considerate
affection and respect, I grew up to adore her, and when the time
came, received her last sigh upon my lips, still ignorant that she
was a slave, and alas! my father's mistress.  Her death, which
befell me in my sixteenth year, was the first sorrow I had known:
it left our home bereaved of its attractions, cast a shade of
melancholy on my youth, and wrought in my father a tragic and
durable change.  Months went by; with the elasticity of my years, I
regained some of the simple mirth that had before distinguished me;
the plantation smiled with fresh crops; the negroes on the estate
had already forgotten my mother and transferred their simple
obedience to myself; but still the cloud only darkened on the brows
of Senor Valdevia.  His absences from home had been frequent even
in the old days, for he did business in precious gems in the city
of Havana; they now became almost continuous; and when he returned,
it was but for the night and with the manner of a man crushed down
by adverse fortune.

The place where I was born and passed my days was an isle set in
the Caribbean Sea, some half-hour's rowing from the coasts of Cuba.
It was steep, rugged, and, except for my father's family and
plantation, uninhabited and left to nature.  The house, a low
building surrounded by spacious verandahs, stood upon a rise of
ground and looked across the sea to Cuba.  The breezes blew about
it gratefully, fanned us as we lay swinging in our silken hammocks,
and tossed the boughs and flowers of the magnolia.  Behind and to
the left, the quarter of the negroes and the waving fields of the
plantation covered an eighth part of the surface of the isle.  On
the right and closely bordering on the garden, lay a vast and
deadly swamp, densely covered with wood, breathing fever, dotted
with profound sloughs, and inhabited by poisonous oysters, man-
eating crabs, snakes, alligators, and sickly fishes.  Into the
recesses of that jungle, none could penetrate but those of African
descent; an invisible, unconquerable foe lay there in wait for the
European; and the air was death.

One morning (from which I must date the beginning of my ruinous
misfortune) I left my room a little after day, for in that warm
climate all are early risers, and found not a servant to attend
upon my wants.  I made the circuit of the house, still calling:
and my surprise had almost changed into alarm, when coming at last
into a large verandahed court, I found it thronged with negroes.
Even then, even when I was amongst them, not one turned or paid the
least regard to my arrival.  They had eyes and ears for but one
person:  a woman, richly and tastefully attired; of elegant
carriage, and a musical speech; not so much old in years, as worn
and marred by self-indulgence:  her face, which was still
attractive, stamped with the most cruel passions, her eye burning
with the greed of evil.  It was not from her appearance, I believe,
but from some emanation of her soul, that I recoiled in a kind of
fainting terror; as we hear of plants that blight and snakes that
fascinate, the woman shocked and daunted me.  But I was of a brave
nature; trod the weakness down; and forcing my way through the
slaves, who fell back before me in embarrassment, as though in the
presence of rival mistresses, I asked, in imperious tones:  'Who is
this person?'

A slave girl, to whom I had been kind, whispered in my ear to have
a care, for that was Madam Mendizabal; but the name was new to me.

In the meanwhile the woman, applying a pair of glasses to her eyes,
studied me with insolent particularity from head to foot.

'Young woman,' said she, at last, 'I have had a great experience in
refractory servants, and take a pride in breaking them.  You really
tempt me; and if I had not other affairs, and these of more
importance, on my hand, I should certainly buy you at your father's

'Madam--' I began, but my voice failed me.

'Is it possible that you do not know your position?' she returned,
with a hateful laugh.  'How comical!  Positively, I must buy her.
Accomplishments, I suppose?' she added, turning to the servants.

Several assured her that the young mistress had been brought up
like any lady, for so it seemed in their inexperience.

'She would do very well for my place of business in Havana,' said
the Senora Mendizabal, once more studying me through her glasses;
'and I should take a pleasure,' she pursued, more directly
addressing myself, 'in bringing you acquainted with a whip.'  And
she smiled at me with a savoury lust of cruelty upon her face.

At this, I found expression.  Calling by name upon the servants, I
bade them turn this woman from the house, fetch her to the boat,
and set her back upon the mainland.  But with one voice, they
protested that they durst not obey, coming close about me, pleading
and beseeching me to be more wise; and, when I insisted, rising
higher in passion and speaking of this foul intruder in the terms
she had deserved, they fell back from me as from one who had
blasphemed.  A superstitious reverence plainly encircled the
stranger; I could read it in their changed demeanour, and in the
paleness that prevailed upon the natural colour of their faces; and
their fear perhaps reacted on myself.  I looked again at Madam
Mendizabal.  She stood perfectly composed, watching my face through
her glasses with a smile of scorn; and at the sight of her assured
superiority to all my threats, a cry broke from my lips, a cry of
rage, fear, and despair, and I fled from the verandah and the

I ran I knew not where, but it was towards the beach.  As I went,
my head whirled; so strange, so sudden, were these events and
insults.  Who was she? what, in Heaven's name, the power she
wielded over my obedient negroes?  Why had she addressed me as a
slave? why spoken of my father's sale?  To all these tumultuary
questions I could find no answer; and in the turmoil of my mind,
nothing was plain except the hateful leering image of the woman.

I was still running, mad with fear and anger, when I saw my father
coming to meet me from the landing-place; and with a cry that I
thought would have killed me, leaped into his arms and broke into a
passion of sobs and tears upon his bosom.  He made me sit down
below a tall palmetto that grew not far off; comforted me, but with
some abstraction in his voice; and as soon as I regained the least
command upon my feelings, asked me, not without harshness, what
this grief betokened.  I was surprised by his tone into a still
greater measure of composure; and in firm tones, though still
interrupted by sobs, I told him there was a stranger in the island,
at which I thought he started and turned pale; that the servants
would not obey me; that the stranger's name was Madam Mendizabal,
and, at that, he seemed to me both troubled and relieved; that she
had insulted me, treated me as a slave (and here my father's brow
began to darken), threatened to buy me at a sale, and questioned my
own servants before my face; and that, at last, finding myself
quite helpless and exposed to these intolerable liberties, I had
fled from the house in terror, indignation, and amazement.

'Teresa,' said my father, with singular gravity of voice, 'I must
make to-day a call upon your courage; much must be told you, there
is much that you must do to help me; and my daughter must prove
herself a woman by her spirit.  As for this Mendizabal, what shall
I say? or how am I to tell you what she is?  Twenty years ago, she
was the loveliest of slaves; to-day she is what you see her--
prematurely old, disgraced by the practice of every vice and every
nefarious industry, but free, rich, married, they say, to some
reputable man, whom may Heaven assist! and exercising among her
ancient mates, the slaves of Cuba, an influence as unbounded as its
reason is mysterious.  Horrible rites, it is supposed, cement her
empire:  the rites of Hoodoo.  Be that as it may, I would have you
dismiss the thought of this incomparable witch; it is not from her
that danger threatens us; and into her hands, I make bold to
promise, you shall never fall.'

'Father!' I cried.  'Fall?  Was there any truth, then, in her
words?  Am I--O father, tell me plain; I can bear anything but this

'I will tell you,' he replied, with merciful bluntness.  'Your
mother was a slave; it was my design, so soon as I had saved a
competence, to sail to the free land of Britain, where the law
would suffer me to marry her:  a design too long procrastinated;
for death, at the last moment, intervened.  You will now understand
the heaviness with which your mother's memory hangs about my neck.'

I cried out aloud, in pity for my parents; and in seeking to
console the survivor, I forgot myself.

'It matters not,' resumed my father.  'What I have left undone can
never be repaired, and I must bear the penalty of my remorse.  But,
Teresa, with so cutting a reminder of the evils of delay, I set
myself at once to do what was still possible:  to liberate

I began to break forth in thanks, but he checked me with a sombre

'Your mother's illness,' he resumed, 'had engaged too great a
portion of my time; my business in the city had lain too long at
the mercy of ignorant underlings; my head, my taste, my unequalled
knowledge of the more precious stones, that art by which I can
distinguish, even on the darkest night, a sapphire from a ruby, and
tell at a glance in what quarter of the earth a gem was
disinterred--all these had been too long absent from the conduct of
affairs.  Teresa, I was insolvent.'

'What matters that?' I cried.  'What matters poverty, if we be left
together with our love and sacred memories?'

'You do not comprehend,' he said gloomily.  'Slave, as you are,
young--alas! scarce more than child!--accomplished, beautiful with
the most touching beauty, innocent as an angel--all these qualities
that should disarm the very wolves and crocodiles, are, in the eyes
of those to whom I stand indebted, commodities to buy and sell.
You are a chattel; a marketable thing; and worth--heavens, that I
should say such words!--worth money.  Do you begin to see?  If I
were to give you freedom, I should defraud my creditors; the
manumission would be certainly annulled; you would be still a
slave, and I a criminal.'

I caught his hand in mine, kissed it, and moaned in pity for
myself, in sympathy for my father.

'How I have toiled,' he continued, 'how I have dared and striven to
repair my losses, Heaven has beheld and will remember.  Its
blessing was denied to my endeavours, or, as I please myself by
thinking, but delayed to descend upon my daughter's head.  At
length, all hope was at an end; I was ruined beyond retrieve; a
heavy debt fell due upon the morrow, which I could not meet; I
should be declared a bankrupt, and my goods, my lands, my jewels
that I so much loved, my slaves whom I have spoiled and rendered
happy, and oh! tenfold worse, you, my beloved daughter, would be
sold and pass into the hands of ignorant and greedy traffickers.
Too long, I saw, had I accepted and profited by this great crime of
slavery; but was my daughter, my innocent unsullied daughter, was
SHE to pay the price?  I cried out--no!--I took Heaven to witness
my temptation; I caught up this bag and fled.  Close upon my track
are the pursuers; perhaps to-night, perhaps to-morrow, they will
land upon this isle, sacred to the memory of the dear soul that
bore you, to consign your father to an ignominious prison, and
yourself to slavery and dishonour.  We have not many hours before
us.  Off the north coast of our isle, by strange good fortune, an
English yacht has for some days been hovering.  It belongs to Sir
George Greville, whom I slightly know, to whom ere now I have
rendered unusual services, and who will not refuse to help in our
escape.  Or if he did, if his gratitude were in default, I have the
power to force him.  For what does it mean, my child--what means
this Englishman, who hangs for years upon the shores of Cuba, and
returns from every trip with new and valuable gems?'

'He may have found a mine,' I hazarded.

'So he declares,' returned my father; 'but the strange gift I have
received from nature, easily transpierced the fable.  He brought me
diamonds only, which I bought, at first, in innocence; at a second
glance, I started; for of these stones, my child, some had first
seen the day in Africa, some in Brazil; while others, from their
peculiar water and rude workmanship, I divined to be the spoil of
ancient temples.  Thus put upon the scent, I made inquiries.  Oh,
he is cunning, but I was cunninger than he.  He visited, I found,
the shop of every jeweller in town; to one he came with rubies, to
one with emeralds, to one with precious beryl; to all, with this
same story of the mine.  But in what mine, what rich epitome of the
earth's surface, were there conjoined the rubies of Ispahan, the
pearls of Coromandel, and the diamonds of Golconda?  No, child,
that man, for all his yacht and title, that man must fear and must
obey me.  To-night, then, as soon as it is dark, we must take our
way through the swamp by the path which I shall presently show you;
thence, across the highlands of the isle, a track is blazed, which
shall conduct us to the haven on the north; and close by the yacht
is riding.  Should my pursuers come before the hour at which I look
to see them, they will still arrive too late; a trusty man attends
on the mainland; as soon as they appear, we shall behold, if it be
dark, the redness of a fire, if it be day, a pillar of smoke, on
the opposing headland; and thus warned, we shall have time to put
the swamp between ourselves and danger.  Meantime, I would conceal
this bag; I would, before all things, be seen to arrive at the
house with empty hands; a blabbing slave might else undo us.  For
see!' he added; and holding up the bag, which he had already shown
me, he poured into my lap a shower of unmounted jewels, brighter
than flowers, of every size and colour, and catching, as they fell,
upon a million dainty facets, the ardour of the sun.

I could not restrain a cry of admiration.

'Even in your ignorant eyes,' pursued my father, 'they command
respect.  Yet what are they but pebbles, passive to the tool, cold
as death?  Ingrate!' he cried.  'Each one of these--miracles of
nature's patience, conceived out of the dust in centuries of
microscopical activity, each one is, for you and me, a year of
life, liberty, and mutual affection.  How, then, should I cherish
them! and why do I delay to place them beyond reach!  Teresa,
follow me.'

He rose to his feet, and led me to the borders of the great jungle,
where they overhung, in a wall of poisonous and dusky foliage, the
declivity of the hill on which my father's house stood planted.
For some while he skirted, with attentive eyes, the margin of the
thicket.  Then, seeming to recognise some mark, for his countenance
became immediately lightened of a load of thought, he paused and
addressed me.  'Here,' said he, 'is the entrance of the secret path
that I have mentioned, and here you shall await me.  I but pass
some hundreds of yards into the swamp to bury my poor treasure; as
soon as that is safe, I will return.'  It was in vain that I sought
to dissuade him, urging the dangers of the place; in vain that I
begged to be allowed to follow, pleading the black blood that I now
knew to circulate in my veins:  to all my appeals he turned a deaf
ear, and, bending back a portion of the screen of bushes,
disappeared into the pestilential silence of the swamp.

At the end of a full hour, the bushes were once more thrust aside;
and my father stepped from out the thicket, and paused and almost
staggered in the first shock of the blinding sunlight.  His face
was of a singular dusky red; and yet for all the heat of the
tropical noon, he did not seem to sweat.

'You are tired,' I cried, springing to meet him.  'You are ill.'

'I am tired,' he replied; 'the air in that jungle stifles one; my
eyes, besides, have grown accustomed to its gloom, and the strong
sunshine pierces them like knives.  A moment, Teresa, give me but a
moment.  All shall yet be well.  I have buried the hoard under a
cypress, immediately beyond the bayou, on the left-hand margin of
the path; beautiful, bright things, they now lie whelmed in slime;
you shall find them there, if needful.  But come, let us to the
house; it is time to eat against our journey of the night:  to eat
and then to sleep, my poor Teresa:  then to sleep.'  And he looked
upon me out of bloodshot eyes, shaking his head as if in pity.

We went hurriedly, for he kept murmuring that he had been gone too
long, and that the servants might suspect; passed through the airy
stretch of the verandah; and came at length into the grateful
twilight of the shuttered house.  The meal was spread; the house
servants, already informed by the boatmen of the master's return,
were all back at their posts, and terrified, as I could see, to
face me.  My father still murmuring of haste with weary and
feverish pertinacity, I hurried at once to take my place at table;
but I had no sooner left his arm than he paused and thrust forth
both his hands with a strange gesture of groping.  'How is this?'
he cried, in a sharp, unhuman voice.  'Am I blind?'  I ran to him
and tried to lead him to the table; but he resisted and stood
stiffly where he was, opening and shutting his jaws, as if in a
painful effort after breath.  Then suddenly he raised both hands to
his temples, cried out, 'My head, my head!' and reeled and fell
against the wall.

I knew too well what it must be.  I turned and begged the servants
to relieve him.  But they, with one accord, denied the possibility
of hope; the master had gone into the swamp, they said, the master
must die; all help was idle.  Why should I dwell upon his
sufferings?  I had him carried to a bed, and watched beside him.
He lay still, and at times ground his teeth, and talked at times
unintelligibly, only that one word of hurry, hurry, coming
distinctly to my ears, and telling me that, even in the last
struggle with the powers of death, his mind was still tortured by
his daughter's peril.  The sun had gone down, the darkness had
fallen, when I perceived that I was alone on this unhappy earth.
What thought had I of flight, of safety, of the impending dangers
of my situation?  Beside the body of my last friend, I had
forgotten all except the natural pangs of my bereavement.

The sun was some four hours above the eastern line, when I was
recalled to a knowledge of the things of earth, by the entrance of
the slave-girl to whom I have already referred.  The poor soul was
indeed devotedly attached to me; and it was with streaming tears
that she broke to me the import of her coming.  With the first
light of dawn a boat had reached our landing-place, and set on
shore upon our isle (till now so fortunate) a party of officers
bearing a warrant to arrest my father's person, and a man of a
gross body and low manners, who declared the island, the
plantation, and all its human chattels, to be now his own.  'I
think,' said my slave-girl, 'he must be a politician or some very
powerful sorcerer; for Madam Mendizabal had no sooner seen them
coming, than she took to the woods.'

'Fool,' said I, 'it was the officers she feared; and at any rate
why does that beldam still dare to pollute the island with her
presence?  And O Cora,' I exclaimed, remembering my grief, 'what
matter all these troubles to an orphan?'

'Mistress,' said she, 'I must remind you of two things.  Never
speak as you do now of Madam Mendizabal; or never to a person of
colour; for she is the most powerful woman in this world, and her
real name even, if one durst pronounce it, were a spell to raise
the dead.  And whatever you do, speak no more of her to your
unhappy Cora; for though it is possible she may be afraid of the
police (and indeed I think that I have heard she is in hiding), and
though I know that you will laugh and not believe, yet it is true,
and proved, and known that she hears every word that people utter
in this whole vast world; and your poor Cora is already deep enough
in her black books.  She looks at me, mistress, till my blood turns
ice.  That is the first I had to say; and now for the second:  do,
pray, for Heaven's sake, bear in mind that you are no longer the
poor Senor's daughter.  He is gone, dear gentleman; and now you are
no more than a common slave-girl like myself.  The man to whom you
belong calls for you; oh, my dear mistress, go at once!  With your
youth and beauty, you may still, if you are winning and obedient,
secure yourself an easy life.'

For a moment I looked on the creature with the indignation you may
conceive; the next, it was gone:  she did but speak after her kind,
as the bird sings or cattle bellow.  'Go,' said I.  'Go, Cora.  I
thank you for your kind intentions.  Leave me alone one moment with
my dead father; and tell this man that I will come at once.'

She went:  and I, turning to the bed of death, addressed to those
deaf ears the last appeal and defence of my beleaguered innocence.
'Father,' I said, 'it was your last thought, even in the pangs of
dissolution, that your daughter should escape disgrace.  Here, at
your side, I swear to you that purpose shall be carried out; by
what means, I know not; by crime, if need be; and Heaven forgive
both you and me and our oppressors, and Heaven help my
helplessness!'  Thereupon I felt strengthened as by long repose;
stepped to the mirror, ay, even in that chamber of the dead;
hastily arranged my hair, refreshed my tear-worn eyes, breathed a
dumb farewell to the originator of my days and sorrows; and
composing my features to a smile, went forth to meet my master.

He was in a great, hot bustle, reviewing that house, once ours, to
which he had but now succeeded; a corpulent, sanguine man of middle
age, sensual, vulgar, humorous, and, if I judged rightly, not ill-
disposed by nature.  But the sparkle that came into his eye as he
observed me enter, warned me to expect the worst.

'Is this your late mistress?' he inquired of the slaves; and when
he had learnt it was so, instantly dismissed them.  'Now, my dear,'
said he, 'I am a plain man:  none of your damned Spaniards, but a
true blue, hard-working, honest Englishman.  My name is Caulder.'

'Thank you, sir,' said I, and curtsied very smartly as I had seen
the servants.

'Come,' said he, 'this is better than I had expected; and if you
choose to be dutiful in the station to which it has pleased God to
call you, you will find me a very kind old fellow.  I like your
looks,' he added, calling me by my name, which he scandalously
mispronounced.  'Is your hair all your own?' he then inquired with
a certain sharpness, and coming up to me, as though I were a horse,
he grossly satisfied his doubts.  I was all one flame from head to
foot, but I contained my righteous anger and submitted.  'That is
very well,' he continued, chucking me good humouredly under the
chin.  'You will have no cause to regret coming to old Caulder, eh?
But that is by the way.  What is more to the point is this:  your
late master was a most dishonest rogue, and levanted with some
valuable property that belonged of rights to me.  Now, considering
your relation to him, I regard you as the likeliest person to know
what has become of it; and I warn you, before you answer, that my
whole future kindness will depend upon your honesty.  I am an
honest man myself, and expect the same in my servants.'

'Do you mean the jewels?' said I, sinking my voice into a whisper.

'That is just precisely what I do,' said he, and chuckled.

'Hush!' said I.

'Hush?' he repeated.  'And why hush?  I am on my own place, I would
have you to know, and surrounded by my own lawful servants.'

'Are the officers gone?' I asked; and oh! how my hopes hung upon
the answer!

'They are,' said he, looking somewhat disconcerted.  'Why do you

'I wish you had kept them,' I answered, solemnly enough, although
my heart at that same moment leaped with exultation.  'Master, I
must not conceal from you the truth.  The servants on this estate
are in a dangerous condition, and mutiny has long been brewing.'

'Why,' he cried, 'I never saw a milder-looking lot of niggers in my
life.'  But for all that he turned somewhat pale.

'Did they tell you,' I continued, 'that Madam Mendizabal is on the
island? that, since her coming, they obey none but her? that if,
this morning, they have received you with even decent civility, it
was only by her orders--issued with what after-thought I leave you
to consider?'

'Madam Jezebel?' said he.  'Well, she is a dangerous devil; the
police are after her, besides, for a whole series of murders; but
after all, what then?  To be sure, she has a great influence with
you coloured folk.  But what in fortune's name can be her errand

'The jewels,' I replied.  'Ah, sir, had you seen that treasure,
sapphire and emerald and opal, and the golden topaz, and rubies red
as the sunset--of what incalculable worth, of what unequalled
beauty to the eye!--had you seen it, as I have, and alas! as SHE
has--you would understand and tremble at your danger.'

'She has seen them!' he cried, and I could see by his face, that my
audacity was justified by its success.

I caught his hand in mine.  'My master,' said I, 'I am now yours;
it is my duty, it should be my pleasure, to defend your interests
and life.  Hear my advice, then; and, I conjure you, be guided by
my prudence.  Follow me privily; let none see where we are going; I
will lead you to the place where the treasure has been buried; that
once disinterred, let us make straight for the boat, escape to the
mainland, and not return to this dangerous isle without the
countenance of soldiers.'

What free man in a free land would have credited so sudden a
devotion?  But this oppressor, through the very arts and
sophistries he had abused, to quiet the rebellion of his conscience
and to convince himself that slavery was natural, fell like a child
into the trap I laid for him.  He praised and thanked me; told me I
had all the qualities he valued in a servant; and when he had
questioned me further as to the nature and value of the treasure,
and I had once more artfully inflamed his greed, bade me without
delay proceed to carry out my plan of action.

From a shed in the garden, I took a pick and shovel; and thence, by
devious paths among the magnolias, led my master to the entrance of
the swamp.  I walked first, carrying, as I was now in duty bound,
the tools, and glancing continually behind me, lest we should be
spied upon and followed.  When we were come as far as the beginning
of the path, it flashed into my mind I had forgotten meat; and
leaving Mr. Caulder in the shadow of a tree, I returned alone to
the house for a basket of provisions.  Were they for him?  I asked
myself.  And a voice within me answered, No. While we were face to
face, while I still saw before my eyes the man to whom I belonged
as the hand belongs to the body, my indignation held me bravely up.
But now that I was alone, I conceived a sickness at myself and my
designs that I could scarce endure; I longed to throw myself at his
feet, avow my intended treachery, and warn him from that
pestilential swamp, to which I was decoying him to die; but my vow
to my dead father, my duty to my innocent youth, prevailed upon
these scruples; and though my face was pale and must have reflected
the horror that oppressed my spirits, it was with a firm step that
I returned to the borders of the swamp, and with smiling lips that
I bade him rise and follow me.

The path on which we now entered was cut, like a tunnel, through
the living jungle.  On either hand and overhead, the mass of
foliage was continuously joined; the day sparingly filtered through
the depth of super-impending wood; and the air was hot like steam,
and heady with vegetable odours, and lay like a load upon the lungs
and brain.  Underfoot, a great depth of mould received our silent
footprints; on each side, mimosas, as tall as a man, shrank from my
passing skirts with a continuous hissing rustle; and but for these
sentient vegetables, all in that den of pestilence was motionless
and noiseless.

We had gone but a little way in, when Mr. Caulder was seized with
sudden nausea, and must sit down a moment on the path.  My heart
yearned, as I beheld him; and I seriously begged the doomed mortal
to return upon his steps.  What were a few jewels in the scales
with life? I asked.  But no, he said; that witch Madam Jezebel
would find them out; he was an honest man, and would not stand to
be defrauded, and so forth, panting the while, like a sick dog.
Presently he got to his feet again, protesting he had conquered his
uneasiness; but as we again began to go forward, I saw in his
changed countenance, the first approaches of death.

'Master,' said I, 'you look pale, deathly pale; your pallor fills
me with dread.  Your eyes are bloodshot; they are red like the
rubies that we seek.'

'Wench,' he cried, 'look before you; look at your steps.  I declare
to Heaven, if you annoy me once again by looking back, I shall
remind you of the change in your position.'

A little after, I observed a worm upon the ground, and told, in a
whisper, that its touch was death.  Presently a great green
serpent, vivid as the grass in spring, wound rapidly across the
path; and once again I paused and looked back at my companion, with
a horror in my eyes.  'The coffin snake,' said I, 'the snake that
dogs its victim like a hound.'

But he was not to be dissuaded.  'I am an old traveller,' said he.
'This is a foul jungle indeed; but we shall soon be at an end.'

'Ay,' said I, looking at him, with a strange smile, 'what end?'

Thereupon he laughed again and again, but not very heartily; and
then, perceiving that the path began to widen and grow higher,
'There!' said he.  'What did I tell you?  We are past the worst.'

Indeed, we had now come to the bayou, which was in that place very
narrow and bridged across by a fallen trunk; but on either hand we
could see it broaden out, under a cavern of great arms of trees and
hanging creepers:  sluggish, putrid, of a horrible and sickly
stench, floated on by the flat heads of alligators, and its banks
alive with scarlet crabs.

'If we fall from that unsteady bridge,' said I, 'see, where the
caiman lies ready to devour us!  If, by the least divergence from
the path, we should be snared in a morass, see, where those myriads
of scarlet vermin scour the border of the thicket!  Once helpless,
how they would swarm together to the assault!  What could man do
against a thousand of such mailed assailants?  And what a death
were that, to perish alive under their claws.'

'Are you mad, girl?' he cried.  'I bid you be silent and lead on.'

Again I looked upon him, half relenting; and at that he raised the
stick that was in his hand and cruelly struck me on the face.
'Lead on!' he cried again.  'Must I be all day, catching my death
in this vile slough, and all for a prating slave-girl?'

I took the blow in silence, I took it smiling; but the blood welled
back upon my heart.  Something, I know not what, fell at that
moment with a dull plunge in the waters of the lagoon, and I told
myself it was my pity that had fallen.

On the farther side, to which we now hastily scrambled, the wood
was not so dense, the web of creepers not so solidly convolved.  It
was possible, here and there, to mark a patch of somewhat brighter
daylight, or to distinguish, through the lighter web of parasites,
the proportions of some soaring tree.  The cypress on the left
stood very visibly forth, upon the edge of such a clearing; the
path in that place widened broadly; and there was a patch of open
ground, beset with horrible ant-heaps, thick with their artificers.
I laid down the tools and basket by the cypress root, where they
were instantly blackened over with the crawling ants; and looked
once more in the face of my unconscious victim.  Mosquitoes and
foul flies wove so close a veil between us that his features were
obscured; and the sound of their flight was like the turning of a
mighty wheel.

'Here,' I said, 'is the spot.  I cannot dig, for I have not learned
to use such instruments; but, for your own sake, I beseech you to
be swift in what you do.'

He had sunk once more upon the ground, panting like a fish; and I
saw rising in his face the same dusky flush that had mantled on my
father's.  'I feel ill,' he gasped, 'horribly ill; the swamp turns
around me; the drone of these carrion flies confounds me.  Have you
not wine?'

I gave him a glass, and he drank greedily.  'It is for you to
think,' said I, 'if you should further persevere.  The swamp has an
ill name.'  And at the word I ominously nodded.

'Give me the pick,' said he.  'Where are the jewels buried?'

I told him vaguely; and in the sweltering heat and closeness, and
dim twilight of the jungle, he began to wield the pickaxe, swinging
it overhead with the vigour of a healthy man.  At first, there
broke forth upon him a strong sweat, that made his face to shine,
and in which the greedy insects settled thickly.

'To sweat in such a place,' said I.  'O master, is this wise?
Fever is drunk in through open pores.'

'What do you mean?' he screamed, pausing with the pick buried in
the soil.  'Do you seek to drive me mad?  Do you think I do not
understand the danger that I run?'

'That is all I want,' said I:  'I only wish you to be swift.'  And
then, my mind flitting to my father's deathbed, I began to murmur,
scarce above my breath, the same vain repetition of words, 'Hurry,
hurry, hurry.'

Presently, to my surprise, the treasure-seeker took them up; and
while he still wielded the pick, but now with staggering and
uncertain blows, repeated to himself, as it were the burthen of a
song, 'Hurry, hurry, hurry;' and then again, 'There is no time to
lose; the marsh has an ill name, ill name;' and then back to
'Hurry, hurry, hurry,' with a dreadful, mechanical, hurried, and
yet wearied utterance, as a sick man rolls upon his pillow.  The
sweat had disappeared; he was now dry, but all that I could see of
him, of the same dull brick red.  Presently his pick unearthed the
bag of jewels; but he did not observe it, and continued hewing at
the soil.

'Master,' said I, 'there is the treasure.'  He seemed to waken from
a dream.  'Where?' he cried; and then, seeing it before his eyes,
'Can this be possible?' he added.  'I must be light-headed.  Girl,'
he cried suddenly, with the same screaming tone of voice that I had
once before observed, 'what is wrong? is this swamp accursed?'

'It is a grave,' I answered.  'You will not go out alive; and as
for me, my life is in God's hands.'

He fell upon the ground like a man struck by a blow, but whether
from the effect of my words, or from sudden seizure of the malady,
I cannot tell.  Pretty soon, he raised his head.  'You have brought
me here to die,' he said; 'at the risk of your own days, you have
condemned me.  Why?'

'To save my honour,' I replied.  'Bear me out that I have warned
you.  Greed of these pebbles, and not I, has been your undoer.'

He took out his revolver and handed it to me.  'You see,' he said,
'I could have killed you even yet.  But I am dying, as you say;
nothing could save me; and my bill is long enough already.  Dear
me, dear me,' he said, looking in my face with a curious, puzzled,
and pathetic look, like a dull child at school, 'if there be a
judgment afterwards, my bill is long enough.'

At that, I broke into a passion of weeping, crawled at his feet,
kissed his hands, begged his forgiveness, put the pistol back into
his grasp and besought him to avenge his death; for indeed, if with
my life I could have bought back his, I had not balanced at the
cost.  But he was determined, the poor soul, that I should yet more
bitterly regret my act.

'I have nothing to forgive,' said he.  'Dear heaven, what a thing
is an old fool!  I thought, upon my word, you had taken quite a
fancy to me.'

He was seized, at the same time, with a dreadful, swimming
dizziness, clung to me like a child, and called upon the name of
some woman.  Presently this spasm, which I watched with choking
tears, lessened and died away; and he came again to the full
possession of his mind.  'I must write my will,' he said.  'Get out
my pocket-book.'  I did so, and he wrote hurriedly on one page with
a pencil.  'Do not let my son know,' he said; 'he is a cruel dog,
is my son Philip; do not let him know how you have paid me out;'
and then all of a sudden, 'God,' he cried, 'I am blind,' and
clapped both hands before his eyes; and then again, and in a
groaning whisper, 'Don't leave me to the crabs!'  I swore I would
be true to him so long as a pulse stirred; and I redeemed my
promise.  I sat there and watched him, as I had watched my father,
but with what different, with what appalling thoughts!  Through the
long afternoon, he gradually sank.  All that while, I fought an
uphill battle to shield him from the swarms of ants and the clouds
of mosquitoes:  the prisoner of my crime.  The night fell, the roar
of insects instantly redoubled in the dark arcades of the swamp;
and still I was not sure that he had breathed his last.  At length,
the flesh of his hand, which I yet held in mine, grew chill between
my fingers, and I knew that I was free.

I took his pocket-book and the revolver, being resolved rather to
die than to be captured, and laden besides with the basket and the
bag of gems, set forward towards the north.  The swamp, at that
hour of the night, was filled with a continuous din:  animals and
insects of all kinds, and all inimical to life, contributing their
parts.  Yet in the midst of this turmoil of sound, I walked as
though my eyes were bandaged, beholding nothing.  The soil sank
under my foot, with a horrid, slippery consistence, as though I
were walking among toads; the touch of the thick wall of foliage,
by which alone I guided myself, affrighted me like the touch of
serpents; the darkness checked my breathing like a gag; indeed, I
have never suffered such extremes of fear as during that nocturnal
walk, nor have I ever known a more sensible relief than when I
found the path beginning to mount and to grow firmer under foot,
and saw, although still some way in front of me, the silver
brightness of the moon.

Presently, I had crossed the last of the jungle, and come forth
amongst noble and lofty woods, clean rock, the clean, dry dust, the
aromatic smell of mountain plants that had been baked all day in
sunlight, and the expressive silence of the night.  My negro blood
had carried me unhurt across that reeking and pestiferous morass;
by mere good fortune, I had escaped the crawling and stinging
vermin with which it was alive; and I had now before me the easier
portion of my enterprise, to cross the isle and to make good my
arrival at the haven and my acceptance on the English yacht.  It
was impossible by night to follow such a track as my father had
described; and I was casting about for any landmark, and, in my
ignorance, vainly consulting the disposition of the stars, when
there fell upon my ear, from somewhere far in front, the sound of
many voices hurriedly singing.

I scarce knew upon what grounds I acted; but I shaped my steps in
the direction of that sound; and in a quarter of an hour's walking,
came unperceived to the margin of an open glade.  It was lighted by
the strong moon and by the flames of a fire.  In the midst, there
stood a little low and rude building, surmounted by a cross:  a
chapel, as I then remembered to have heard, long since desecrated
and given over to the rites of Hoodoo.  Hard by the steps of
entrance was a black mass, continually agitated and stirring to and
fro as if with inarticulate life; and this I presently perceived to
be a heap of cocks, hares, dogs, and other birds and animals, still
struggling, but helplessly tethered and cruelly tossed one upon
another.  Both the fire and the chapel were surrounded by a ring of
kneeling Africans, both men and women.  Now they would raise their
palms half-closed to heaven, with a peculiar, passionate gesture of
supplication; now they would bow their heads and spread their hands
before them on the ground.  As the double movement passed and
repassed along the line, the heads kept rising and falling, like
waves upon the sea; and still, as if in time to these
gesticulations, the hurried chant continued.  I stood spellbound,
knowing that my life depended by a hair, knowing that I had
stumbled on a celebration of the rites of Hoodoo.

Presently, the door of the chapel opened, and there came forth a
tall negro, entirely nude, and bearing in his hand the sacrificial
knife.  He was followed by an apparition still more strange and
shocking:  Madam Mendizabal, naked also, and carrying in both hands
and raised to the level of her face, an open basket of wicker.  It
was filled with coiling snakes; and these, as she stood there with
the uplifted basket, shot through the osier grating and curled
about her arms.  At the sight of this, the fervour of the crowd
seemed to swell suddenly higher; and the chant rose in pitch and
grew more irregular in time and accent.  Then, at a sign from the
tall negro, where he stood, motionless and smiling, in the moon and
firelight, the singing died away, and there began the second stage
of this barbarous and bloody celebration.  From different parts of
the ring, one after another, man or woman, ran forth into the
midst; ducked, with that same gesture of the thrown-up hand, before
the priestess and her snakes; and with various adjurations, uttered
aloud the blackest wishes of the heart.  Death and disease were the
favours usually invoked:  the death or the disease of enemies or
rivals; some calling down these plagues upon the nearest of their
own blood, and one, to whom I swear I had been never less than
kind, invoking them upon myself.  At each petition, the tall negro,
still smiling, picked up some bird or animal from the heaving mass
upon his left, slew it with the knife, and tossed its body on the
ground.  At length, it seemed, it reached the turn of the high-
priestess.  She set down the basket on the steps, moved into the
centre of the ring, grovelled in the dust before the reptiles, and
still grovelling lifted up her voice, between speech and singing,
and with so great, with so insane a fervour of excitement, as
struck a sort of horror through my blood.

'Power,' she began, 'whose name we do not utter; power that is
neither good nor evil, but below them both; stronger than good,
greater than evil--all my life long I have adored and served thee.
Who has shed blood upon thine altars? whose voice is broken with
the singing of thy praises? whose limbs are faint before their age
with leaping in thy revels?  Who has slain the child of her body?
I,' she cried, 'I, Metamnbogu!  By my own name, I name myself.  I
tear away the veil.  I would be served or perish.  Hear me, slime
of the fat swamp, blackness of the thunder, venom of the serpent's
udder--hear or slay me!  I would have two things, O shapeless one,
O horror of emptiness--two things, or die!  The blood of my white-
faced husband; oh! give me that; he is the enemy of Hoodoo; give me
his blood!  And yet another, O racer of the blind winds, O
germinator in the ruins of the dead, O root of life, root of
corruption!  I grow old, I grow hideous; I am known, I am hunted
for my life:  let thy servant then lay by this outworn body; let
thy chief priestess turn again to the blossom of her days, and be a
girl once more, and the desired of all men, even as in the past!
And, O lord and master, as I here ask a marvel not yet wrought
since we were torn from the old land, have I not prepared the
sacrifice in which thy soul delighteth--the kid without the horns?'

Even as she uttered the words, there was a great rumour of joy
through all the circle of worshippers; it rose, and fell, and rose
again; and swelled at last into rapture, when the tall negro, who
had stepped an instant into the chapel, reappeared before the door,
carrying in his arms the body of the slave-girl, Cora.  I know not
if I saw what followed.  When next my mind awoke to a clear
knowledge, Cora was laid upon the steps before the serpents; the
negro with the knife stood over her; the knife rose; and at this I
screamed out in my great horror, bidding them, in God's name, to

A stillness fell upon the mob of cannibals.  A moment more, and
they must have thrown off this stupor, and I infallibly have
perished.  But Heaven had designed to save me.  The silence of
these wretched men was not yet broken, when there arose, in the
empty night, a sound louder than the roar of any European tempest,
swifter to travel than the wings of any Eastern wind.  Blackness
engulfed the world; blackness, stabbed across from every side by
intricate and blinding lightning.  Almost in the same second, at
one world-swallowing stride, the heart of the tornado reached the
clearing.  I heard an agonising crash, and the light of my reason
was overwhelmed.

When I recovered consciousness, the day was come.  I was unhurt;
the trees close about me had not lost a bough; and I might have
thought at first that the tornado was a feature in a dream.  It was
otherwise indeed; for when I looked abroad, I perceived I had
escaped destruction by a hand's-breadth.  Right through the forest,
which here covered hill and dale, the storm had ploughed a lane of
ruin.  On either hand, the trees waved uninjured in the air of the
morning; but in the forthright course of its advance, the hurricane
had left no trophy standing.  Everything, in that line, tree, man,
or animal, the desecrated chapel and the votaries of Hoodoo, had
been subverted and destroyed in that brief spasm of anger of the
powers of air.  Everything, but a yard or two beyond the line of
its passage, humble flower, lofty tree, and the poor vulnerable
maid who now knelt to pay her gratitude to heaven, awoke unharmed
in the crystal purity and peace of the new day.

To move by the path of the tornado was a thing impossible to man,
so wildly were the wrecks of the tall forest piled together by that
fugitive convulsion.  I crossed it indeed; with such labour and
patience, with so many dangerous slips and falls, as left me, at
the further side, bankrupt alike of strength and courage.  There I
sat down awhile to recruit my forces; and as I ate (how should I
bless the kindliness of Heaven!) my eye, flitting to and fro in the
colonnade of the great trees, alighted on a trunk that had been
blazed.  Yes, by the directing hand of Providence, I had been
conducted to the very track I was to follow.  With what a light
heart I now set forth, and walking with how glad a step, traversed
the uplands of the isle!

It was hard upon the hour of noon, when I came, all tattered and
wayworn, to the summit of a steep descent, and looked below me on
the sea.  About all the coast, the surf, roused by the tornado of
the night, beat with a particular fury and made a fringe of snow.
Close at my feet, I saw a haven, set in precipitous and palm-
crowned bluffs of rock.  Just outside, a ship was heaving on the
surge, so trimly sparred, so glossily painted, so elegant and
point-device in every feature, that my heart was seized with
admiration.  The English colours blew from her masthead; and from
my high station, I caught glimpses of her snowy planking, as she
rolled on the uneven deep, and saw the sun glitter on the brass of
her deck furniture.  There, then, was my ship of refuge; and of all
my difficulties only one remained:  to get on board of her.

Half an hour later, I issued at last out of the woods on the margin
of a cove, into whose jaws the tossing and blue billows entered,
and along whose shores they broke with a surprising loudness.  A
wooded promontory hid the yacht; and I had walked some distance
round the beach, in what appeared to be a virgin solitude, when my
eye fell on a boat, drawn into a natural harbour, where it rocked
in safety, but deserted.  I looked about for those who should have
manned her; and presently, in the immediate entrance of the wood,
spied the red embers of a fire, and, stretched around in various
attitudes, a party of slumbering mariners.  To these I drew near:
most were black, a few white; but all were dressed with the
conspicuous decency of yachtsmen; and one, from his peaked cap and
glittering buttons, I rightly divined to be an officer.  Him, then,
I touched upon the shoulder.  He started up; the sharpness of his
movement woke the rest; and they all stared upon me in surprise.

'What do you want?' inquired the officer.

'To go on board the yacht,' I answered.

I thought they all seemed disconcerted at this; and the officer,
with something of sharpness, asked me who I was.  Now I had
determined to conceal my name until I met Sir George; and the first
name that rose to my lips was that of the Senora Mendizabal.  At
the word, there went a shock about the little party of seamen; the
negroes stared at me with indescribable eagerness, the whites
themselves with something of a scared surprise; and instantly the
spirit of mischief prompted me to add, 'And if the name is new to
your ears, call me Metamnbogu.'

I had never seen an effect so wonderful.  The negroes threw their
hands into the air, with the same gesture I remarked the night
before about the Hoodoo camp-fire; first one, and then another, ran
forward and kneeled down and kissed the skirts of my torn dress;
and when the white officer broke out swearing and calling to know
if they were mad, the coloured seamen took him by the shoulders,
dragged him on one side till they were out of hearing, and
surrounded him with open mouths and extravagant pantomime.  The
officer seemed to struggle hard; he laughed aloud, and I saw him
make gestures of dissent and protest; but in the end, whether
overcome by reason or simply weary of resistance, he gave in--
approached me civilly enough, but with something of a sneering
manner underneath--and touching his cap, 'My lady,' said he, 'if
that is what you are, the boat is ready.'

My reception on board the Nemorosa (for so the yacht was named)
partook of the same mingled nature.  We were scarcely within hail
of that great and elegant fabric, where she lay rolling gunwale
under and churning the blue sea to snow, before the bulwarks were
lined with the heads of a great crowd of seamen, black, white, and
yellow; and these and the few who manned the boat began exchanging
shouts in some lingua franca incomprehensible to me.  All eyes were
directed on the passenger; and once more I saw the negroes toss up
their hands to heaven, but now as if with passionate wonder and

At the head of the gangway, I was received by another officer, a
gentlemanly man with blond and bushy whiskers; and to him I
addressed my demand to see Sir George.

'But this is not--' he cried, and paused.

'I know it,' returned the other officer, who had brought me from
the shore.  'But what the devil can we do?  Look at all the

I followed his direction; and as my eye lighted upon each, the poor
ignorant Africans ducked, and bowed, and threw their hands into the
air, as though in the presence of a creature half divine.
Apparently the officer with the whiskers had instantly come round
to the opinion of his subaltern; for he now addressed me with every
signal of respect.

'Sir George is at the island, my lady,' said he:  'for which, with
your ladyship's permission, I shall immediately make all sail.  The
cabins are prepared.  Steward, take Lady Greville below.'

Under this new name, then, and so captivated by surprise that I
could neither think nor speak, I was ushered into a spacious and
airy cabin, hung about with weapons and surrounded by divans.  The
steward asked for my commands; but I was by this time so wearied,
bewildered, and disturbed, that I could only wave him to leave me
to myself, and sink upon a pile of cushions.  Presently, by the
changed motion of the ship, I knew her to be under way; my
thoughts, so far from clarifying, grew the more distracted and
confused; dreams began to mingle and confound them; and at length,
by insensible transition, I sank into a dreamless slumber.

When I awoke, the day and night had passed, and it was once more
morning.  The world on which I reopened my eyes swam strangely up
and down; the jewels in the bag that lay beside me chinked together
ceaselessly; the clock and the barometer wagged to and fro like
pendulums; and overhead, seamen were singing out at their work, and
coils of rope clattering and thumping on the deck.  Yet it was long
before I had divined that I was at sea; long before I had recalled,
one after another, the tragical, mysterious, and inexplicable
events that had brought me where was.

When I had done so, I thrust the jewels, which I was surprised to
find had been respected, into the bosom of my dress; and seeing a
silver bell hard by upon a table, rang it loudly.  The steward
instantly appeared; I asked for food; and he proceeded to lay the
table, regarding me the while with a disquieting and pertinacious
scrutiny.  To relieve myself of my embarrassment, I asked him, with
as fair a show of ease as I could muster, if it were usual for
yachts to carry so numerous a crew?

'Madam,' said he, 'I know not who you are, nor what mad fancy has
induced you to usurp a name and an appalling destiny that are not
yours.  I warn you from the soul.  No sooner arrived at the island-

At this moment he was interrupted by the whiskered officer, who had
entered unperceived behind him, and now laid a hand upon his
shoulder.  The sudden pallor, the deadly and sick fear, that was
imprinted on the steward's face, formed a startling addition to his

'Parker!' said the officer, and pointed towards the door.

'Yes, Mr. Kentish,' said the steward.  'For God's sake, Mr.
Kentish!'  And vanished, with a white face, from the cabin.

Thereupon the officer bade me sit down, and began to help me, and
join in the meal.  'I fill your ladyship's glass,' said he, and
handed me a tumbler of neat rum.

'Sir,' cried I, 'do you expect me to drink this?'

He laughed heartily.  'Your ladyship is so much changed,' said he,
'that I no longer expect any one thing more than any other.'

Immediately after, a white seaman entered the cabin, saluted both
Mr. Kentish and myself, and informed the officer there was a sail
in sight, which was bound to pass us very close, and that Mr.
Harland was in doubt about the colours.

'Being so near the island?' asked Mr. Kentish.

'That was what Mr. Harland said, sir,' returned the sailor, with a

'Better not, I think,' said Mr. Kentish.  'My compliments to Mr.
Harland; and if she seem a lively boat, give her the stars and
stripes; but if she be dull, and we can easily outsail her, show
John Dutchman.  That is always another word for incivility at sea;
so we can disregard a hail or a flag of distress, without
attracting notice.'

As soon as the sailor had gone on deck, I turned to the officer in
wonder.  'Mr.  Kentish, if that be your name,' said I, 'are you
ashamed of your own colours?'

'Your ladyship refers to the Jolly Roger?' he inquired, with
perfect gravity; and immediately after, went into peals of
laughter.  'Pardon me,' said he; 'but here for the first time I
recognise your ladyship's impetuosity.'  Nor, try as I pleased,
could I extract from him any explanation of this mystery, but only
oily and commonplace evasion.

While we were thus occupied, the movement of the Nemorosa gradually
became less violent; its speed at the same time diminished; and
presently after, with a sullen plunge, the anchor was discharged
into the sea.  Kentish immediately rose, offered his arm, and
conducted me on deck; where I found we were lying in a roadstead
among many low and rocky islets, hovered about by an innumerable
cloud of sea-fowl.  Immediately under our board, a somewhat larger
isle was green with trees, set with a few low buildings and
approached by a pier of very crazy workmanship; and a little
inshore of us, a smaller vessel lay at anchor.

I had scarce time to glance to the four quarters, ere a boat was
lowered.  I was handed in, Kentish took place beside me, and we
pulled briskly to the pier.  A crowd of villainous, armed
loiterers, both black and white, looked on upon our landing; and
again the word passed about among the negroes, and again I was
received with prostrations and the same gesture of the flung-up
hand.  By this, what with the appearance of these men, and the
lawless, sea-girt spot in which I found myself, my courage began a
little to decline, and clinging to the arm of Mr. Kentish, I begged
him to tell me what it meant?

'Nay, madam,' he returned, 'YOU know.'  And leading me smartly
through the crowd, which continued to follow at a considerable
distance, and at which he still kept looking back, I thought, with
apprehension, he brought me to a low house that stood alone in an
encumbered yard, opened the door, and begged me to enter.

'But why?' said I.  'I demand to see Sir George.'

'Madam,' returned Mr. Kentish, looking suddenly as black as
thunder, 'to drop all fence, I know neither who nor what you are;
beyond the fact that you are not the person whose name you have
assumed.  But be what you please, spy, ghost, devil, or most ill-
judging jester, if you do not immediately enter that house, I will
cut you to the earth.'  And even as he spoke, he threw an uneasy
glance behind him at the following crowd of blacks.

I did not wait to be twice threatened; I obeyed at once, and with a
palpitating heart; and the next moment, the door was locked from
the outside and the key withdrawn.  The interior was long, low, and
quite unfurnished, but filled, almost from end to end, with sugar-
cane, tar-barrels, old tarry rope, and other incongruous and highly
inflammable material; and not only was the door locked, but the
solitary window barred with iron.

I was by this time so exceedingly bewildered and afraid, that I
would have given years of my life to be once more the slave of Mr.
Caulder.  I still stood, with my hands clasped, the image of
despair, looking about me on the lumber of the room or raising my
eyes to heaven; when there appeared outside the window bars, the
face of a very black negro, who signed to me imperiously to draw
near.  I did so, and he instantly, and with every mark of fervour,
addressed me a long speech in some unknown and barbarous tongue.

'I declare,' I cried, clasping my brow, 'I do not understand one

'Not?' he said in Spanish.  'Great, great, are the powers of
Hoodoo!  Her very mind is changed!  But, O chief priestess, why
have you suffered yourself to be shut into this cage? why did you
not call your slaves at once to your defence?  Do you not see that
all has been prepared to murder you? at a spark, this flimsy house
will go in flames; and alas! who shall then be the chief priestess?
and what shall be the profit of the miracle?'

'Heavens!' cried I, 'can I not see Sir George?  I must, I must,
come by speech of him.  Oh, bring me to Sir George!'  And, my
terror fairly mastering my courage, I fell upon my knees and began
to pray to all the saints.

'Lordy!' cried the negro, 'here they come!'  And his black head was
instantly withdrawn from the window.

'I never heard such nonsense in my life,' exclaimed a voice.

'Why, so we all say, Sir George,' replied the voice of Mr. Kentish.
'But put yourself in our place.  The niggers were near two to one.
And upon my word, if you'll excuse me, sir, considering the notion
they have taken in their heads, I regard it as precious fortunate
for all of us that the mistake occurred.'

'This is no question of fortune, sir,' returned Sir George.  'It is
a question of my orders, and you may take my word for it, Kentish,
either Harland, or yourself, or Parker--or, by George, all three of
you!--shall swing for this affair.  These are my sentiments.  Give
me the key and be off.'

Immediately after, the key turned in the lock; and there appeared
upon the threshold a gentleman, between forty and fifty, with a
very open countenance, and of a stout and personable figure.

'My dear young lady,' said he, 'who the devil may you be?'

I told him all my story in one rush of words.  He heard me, from
the first, with an amazement you can scarcely picture, but when I
came to the death of the Senora Mendizabal in the tornado, he
fairly leaped into the air.

'My dear child,' he cried, clasping me in his arms, 'excuse a man
who might be your father!  This is the best news I ever had since I
was born; for that hag of a mulatto was no less a person than my
wife.'  He sat down upon a tar-barrel, as if unmanned by joy.
'Dear me,' said he, 'I declare this tempts me to believe in
Providence.  And what,' he added, 'can I do for you?'

'Sir George,' said I, 'I am already rich:  all that I ask is your

'Understand one thing,' he said, with great energy.  'I will never

'I had not ventured to propose it,' I exclaimed, unable to restrain
my mirth; 'I only seek to be conveyed to England, the natural home
of the escaped slave.'

'Well,' returned Sir George, 'frankly I owe you something for this
exhilarating news; besides, your father was of use to me.  Now, I
have made a small competence in business--a jewel mine, a sort of
naval agency, et caetera, and I am on the point of breaking up my
company, and retiring to my place in Devonshire to pass a plain old
age, unmarried.  One good turn deserves another:  if you swear to
hold your tongue about this island, these little bonfire
arrangements, and the whole episode of my unfortunate marriage,
why, I'll carry you home aboard the Nemorosa.'  I eagerly accepted
his conditions.

'One thing more,' said he.  'My late wife was some sort of a
sorceress among the blacks; and they are all persuaded she has come
alive again in your agreeable person.  Now, you will have the
goodness to keep up that fancy, if you please; and to swear to
them, on the authority of Hoodoo or whatever his name may be, that
I am from this moment quite a sacred character.'

'I swear it,' said I, 'by my father's memory; and that is a vow
that I will never break.'

'I have considerably better hold on you than any oath,' returned
Sir George, with a chuckle; 'for you are not only an escaped slave,
but have, by your own account, a considerable amount of stolen

I was struck dumb; I saw it was too true; in a glance, I recognised
that these jewels were no longer mine; with similar quickness, I
decided they should be restored, ay, if it cost me the liberty that
I had just regained.  Forgetful of all else, forgetful of Sir
George, who sat and watched me with a smile, I drew out Mr.
Caulder's pocket-book and turned to the page on which the dying man
had scrawled his testament.  How shall I describe the agony of
happiness and remorse with which I read it! for my victim had not
only set me free, but bequeathed to me the bag of jewels.

My plain tale draws towards a close.  Sir George and I, in my
character of his rejuvenated wife, displayed ourselves arm-in-arm
among the negroes, and were cheered and followed to the place of
embarkation.  There, Sir George, turning about, made a speech to
his old companions, in which he thanked and bade them farewell with
a very manly spirit; and towards the end of which he fell on some
expressions which I still remember.  'If any of you gentry lose
your money,' he said, 'take care you do not come to me; for in the
first place, I shall do my best to have you murdered; and if that
fails, I hand you over to the law.  Blackmail won't do for me.
I'll rather risk all upon a cast, than be pulled to pieces by
degrees.  I'll rather be found out and hang, than give a doit to
one man-jack of you.'  That same night we got under way and crossed
to the port of New Orleans, whence, as a sacred trust, I sent the
pocket-book to Mr. Caulder's son.  In a week's time, the men were
all paid off; new hands were shipped; and the Nemorosa weighed her
anchor for Old England.

A more delightful voyage it were hard to fancy.  Sir George, of
course, was not a conscientious man; but he had an unaffected
gaiety of character that naturally endeared him to the young; and
it was interesting to hear him lay out his projects for the future,
when he should be returned to Parliament, and place at the service
of the nation his experience of marine affairs.  I asked him, if
his notion of piracy upon a private yacht were not original.  But
he told me, no.  'A yacht, Miss Valdevia,' he observed, 'is a
chartered nuisance.  Who smuggles?  Who robs the salmon rivers of
the West of Scotland?  Who cruelly beats the keepers if they dare
to intervene?  The crews and the proprietors of yachts.  All I have
done is to extend the line a trifle, and if you ask me for my
unbiassed opinion, I do not suppose that I am in the least alone.'

In short, we were the best of friends, and lived like father and
daughter; though I still withheld from him, of course, that respect
which is only due to moral excellence.

We were still some days' sail from England, when Sir George
obtained, from an outward-bound ship, a packet of newspapers; and
from that fatal hour my misfortunes recommenced.  He sat, the same
evening, in the cabin, reading the news, and making savoury
comments on the decline of England and the poor condition of the
navy, when I suddenly observed him to change countenance.

'Hullo!' said he, 'this is bad; this is deuced bad, Miss Valdevia.
You would not listen to sound sense, you would send that pocket-
book to that man Caulder's son.'

'Sir George,' said I, 'it was my duty.'

'You are prettily paid for it, at least,' says he; 'and much as I
regret it, I, for one, am done with you.  This fellow Caulder
demands your extradition.'

'But a slave,' I returned, 'is safe in England.'

'Yes, by George!' replied the baronet; 'but it's not a slave, Miss
Valdevia, it's a thief that he demands.  He has quietly destroyed
the will; and now accuses you of robbing your father's bankrupt
estate of jewels to the value of a hundred thousand pounds.'

I was so much overcome by indignation at this hateful charge and
concern for my unhappy fate that the genial baronet made haste to
put me more at ease.

'Do not be cast down,' said he.  'Of course, I wash my hands of you
myself.  A man in my position--baronet, old family, and all that--
cannot possibly be too particular about the company he keeps.  But
I am a deuced good-humoured old boy, let me tell you, when not
ruffled; and I will do the best I can to put you right.  I will
lend you a trifle of ready money, give you the address of an
excellent lawyer in London, and find a way to set you on shore

He was in every particular as good as his word.  Four days later,
the Nemorosa sounded her way, under the cloak of a dark night, into
a certain haven of the coast of England; and a boat, rowing with
muffled oars, set me ashore upon the beach within a stone's throw
of a railway station.  Thither, guided by Sir George's directions,
I groped a devious way; and finding a bench upon the platform, sat
me down, wrapped in a man's fur great-coat, to await the coming of
the day.  It was still dark when a light was struck behind one of
the windows of the building; nor had the east begun to kindle to
the warmer colours of the dawn, before a porter carrying a lantern,
issued from the door and found himself face to face with the
unfortunate Teresa.  He looked all about him; in the grey twilight
of the dawn, the haven was seen to lie deserted, and the yacht had
long since disappeared.

'Who are you?' he cried.

'I am a traveller,' said I.

'And where do you come from?' he asked.

'I am going by the first train to London,' I replied.

In such manner, like a ghost or a new creation, was Teresa with her
bag of jewels landed on the shores of England; in this silent
fashion, without history or name, she took her place among the
millions of a new country.

Since then, I have lived by the expedients of my lawyer, lying
concealed in quiet lodgings, dogged by the spies of Cuba, and not
knowing at what hour my liberty and honour may be lost.

THE BROWN BOX (Concluded)

The effect of this tale on the mind of Harry Desborough was instant
and convincing.  The Fair Cuban had been already the loveliest, she
now became, in his eyes, the most romantic, the most innocent, and
the most unhappy of her sex.  He was bereft of words to utter what
he felt:  what pity, what admiration, what youthful envy of a
career so vivid and adventurous.  'O madam!' he began; and finding
no language adequate to that apostrophe, caught up her hand and
wrung it in his own.  'Count upon me,' he added, with bewildered
fervour; and getting somehow or other out of the apartment and from
the circle of that radiant sorceress, he found himself in the
strange out-of-doors, beholding dull houses, wondering at dull
passers-by, a fallen angel.  She had smiled upon him as he left,
and with how significant, how beautiful a smile!  The memory
lingered in his heart; and when he found his way to a certain
restaurant where music was performed, flutes (as it were of
Paradise) accompanied his meal.  The strings went to the melody of
that parting smile; they paraphrased and glossed it in the sense
that he desired; and for the first time in his plain and somewhat
dreary life, he perceived himself to have a taste for music.

The next day, and the next, his meditations moved to that
delectable air.  Now he saw her, and was favoured; now saw her not
at all; now saw her and was put by.  The fall of her foot upon the
stair entranced him; the books that he sought out and read were
books on Cuba, and spoke of her indirectly; nay, and in the very
landlady's parlour, he found one that told of precisely such a
hurricane, and, down to the smallest detail, confirmed (had
confirmation been required) the truth of her recital.  Presently he
began to fall into that prettiest mood of a young love, in which
the lover scorns himself for his presumption.  Who was he, the dull
one, the commonplace unemployed, the man without adventure, the
impure, the untruthful, to aspire to such a creature made of fire
and air, and hallowed and adorned by such incomparable passages of
life?  What should he do, to be more worthy? by what devotion, call
down the notice of these eyes to so terrene a being as himself?

He betook himself, thereupon, to the rural privacy of the square,
where, being a lad of a kind heart, he had made himself a circle of
acquaintances among its shy frequenters, the half-domestic cats and
the visitors that hung before the windows of the Children's
Hospital.  There he walked, considering the depth of his demerit
and the height of the adored one's super-excellence; now lighting
upon earth to say a pleasant word to the brother of some infant
invalid; now, with a great heave of breath, remembering the queen
of women, and the sunshine of his life.

What was he to do?  Teresa, he had observed, was in the habit of
leaving the house towards afternoon:  she might, perchance, run
danger from some Cuban emissary, when the presence of a friend
might turn the balance in her favour:  how, then, if he should
follow her?  To offer his company would seem like an intrusion; to
dog her openly were a manifest impertinence; he saw himself reduced
to a more stealthy part, which, though in some ways distasteful to
his mind, he did not doubt that he could practise with the skill of
a detective.

The next day he proceeded to put his plan in action.  At the corner
of Tottenham Court Road, however, the Senorita suddenly turned
back, and met him face to face, with every mark of pleasure and

'Ah, Senor, I am sometimes fortunate!' she cried.  'I was looking
for a messenger;' and with the sweetest of smiles, she despatched
him to the East End of London, to an address which he was unable to
find.  This was a bitter pill to the knight-errant; but when he
returned at night, worn out with fruitless wandering and dismayed
by his fiasco, the lady received him with a friendly gaiety,
protesting that all was for the best, since she had changed her
mind and long since repented of her message.

Next day he resumed his labours, glowing with pity and courage, and
determined to protect Teresa with his life.  But a painful shock
awaited him.  In the narrow and silent Hanway Street, she turned
suddenly about and addressed him with a manner and a light in her
eyes that were new to the young man's experience.

'Do I understand that you follow me, Senor?' she cried.  'Are these
the manners of the English gentleman?'

Harry confounded himself in the most abject apologies and prayers
to be forgiven, vowed to offend no more, and was at length
dismissed, crestfallen and heavy of heart.  The check was final; he
gave up that road to service; and began once more to hang about the
square or on the terrace, filled with remorse and love, admirable
and idiotic, a fit object for the scorn and envy of older men.  In
these idle hours, while he was courting fortune for a sight of the
beloved, it fell out naturally that he should observe the manners
and appearance of such as came about the house.  One person alone
was the occasional visitor of the young lady:  a man of
considerable stature, and distinguished only by the doubtful
ornament of a chin-beard in the style of an American deacon.
Something in his appearance grated upon Harry; this distaste grew
upon him in the course of days; and when at length he mustered
courage to inquire of the Fair Cuban who this was, he was yet more
dismayed by her reply.

'That gentleman,' said she, a smile struggling to her face, 'that
gentleman, I will not attempt to conceal from you, desires my hand
in marriage, and presses me with the most respectful ardour.  Alas,
what am I to say?  I, the forlorn Teresa, how shall I refuse or
accept such protestations?'

Harry feared to say more; a horrid pang of jealousy transfixed him;
and he had scarce the strength of mind to take his leave with
decency.  In the solitude of his own chamber, he gave way to every
manifestation of despair.  He passionately adored the Senorita; but
it was not only the thought of her possible union with another that
distressed his soul, it was the indefeasible conviction that her
suitor was unworthy.  To a duke, a bishop, a victorious general, or
any man adorned with obvious qualities, he had resigned her with a
sort of bitter joy; he saw himself follow the wedding party from a
great way off; he saw himself return to the poor house, then robbed
of its jewel; and while he could have wept for his despair, he felt
he could support it nobly.  But this affair looked otherwise.  The
man was patently no gentleman; he had a startled, skulking, guilty
bearing; his nails were black, his eyes evasive; his love perhaps
was a pretext; he was perhaps, under this deep disguise, a Cuban

Harry swore that he would satisfy these doubts; and the next
evening, about the hour of the usual visit, he posted himself at a
spot whence his eye commanded the three issues of the square.

Presently after, a four-wheeler rumbled to the door, and the man
with the chin-beard alighted, paid off the cabman, and was seen by
Harry to enter the house with a brown box hoisted on his back.
Half an hour later, he came forth again without the box, and struck
eastward at a rapid walk; and Desborough, with the same skill and
caution that he had displayed in following Teresa, proceeded to dog
the steps of her admirer.  The man began to loiter, studying with
apparent interest the wares of the small fruiterer or tobacconist;
twice he returned hurriedly upon his former course; and then, as
though he had suddenly conquered a moment's hesitation, once more
set forth with resolute and swift steps in the direction of
Lincoln's Inn.  At length, in a deserted by-street, he turned; and
coming up to Harry with a countenance which seemed to have become
older and whiter, inquired with some severity of speech if he had
not had the pleasure of seeing the gentleman before.

'You have, sir,' said Harry, somewhat abashed, but with a good show
of stoutness; 'and I will not deny that I was following you on
purpose.  Doubtless,' he added, for he supposed that all men's
minds must still be running on Teresa, 'you can divine my reason.'

At these words, the man with the chin-beard was seized with a
palsied tremor.  He seemed, for some seconds, to seek the utterance
which his fear denied him; and then whipping sharply about, he took
to his heels at the most furious speed of running.

Harry was at first so taken aback that he neglected to pursue; and
by the time he had recovered his wits, his best expedition was only
rewarded by a glimpse of the man with the chin-beard mounting into
a hansom, which immediately after disappeared into the moving
crowds of Holborn.

Puzzled and dismayed by this unusual behaviour, Harry returned to
the house in Queen Square, and ventured for the first time to knock
at the fair Cuban's door.  She bade him enter, and he found her
kneeling with rather a disconsolate air beside a brown wooden

'Senorita,' he broke out, 'I doubt whether that man's character is
what he wishes you to believe.  His manner, when he found, and
indeed when I admitted that I was following him, was not the manner
of an honest man.'

'Oh!' she cried, throwing up her hands as in desperation, 'Don
Quixote, Don Quixote, have you again been tilting against
windmills?'  And then, with a laugh, 'Poor soul!' she added, 'how
you must have terrified him!  For know that the Cuban authorities
are here, and your poor Teresa may soon be hunted down.  Even yon
humble clerk from my solicitor's office may find himself at any
moment the quarry of armed spies.'

'A humble clerk!' cried Harry, 'why, you told me yourself that he
wished to marry you!'

'I thought you English like what you call a joke,' replied the lady
calmly.  'As a matter of fact, he is my lawyer's clerk, and has
been here to-night charged with disastrous news.  I am in sore
straits, Senor Harry.  Will you help me?'

At this most welcome word, the young man's heart exulted; and in
the hope, pride, and self-esteem that kindled with the very thought
of service, he forgot to dwell upon the lady's jest.  'Can you
ask?' he cried.  'What is there that I can do?  Only tell me that.'

With signs of an emotion that was certainly unfeigned, the fair
Cuban laid her hand upon the box.  'This box,' she said, 'contains
my jewels, papers, and clothes; all, in a word, that still connects
me with Cuba and my dreadful past.  They must now be smuggled out
of England; or, by the opinion of my lawyer, I am lost beyond
remedy.  To-morrow, on board the Irish packet, a sure hand awaits
the box:  the problem still unsolved, is to find some one to carry
it as far as Holyhead, to see it placed on board the steamer, and
instantly return to town.  Will you be he?  Will you leave to-
morrow by the first train, punctually obey orders, bear still in
mind that you are surrounded by Cuban spies; and without so much as
a look behind you, or a single movement to betray your interest,
leave the box where you have put it and come straight on shore?
Will you do this, and so save your friend?'

'I do not clearly understand . . .' began Harry.

'No more do I,' replied the Cuban.  'It is not necessary that we
should, so long as we obey the lawyer's orders.'

'Senorita,' returned Harry gravely, 'I think this, of course, a
very little thing to do for you, when I would willingly do all.
But suffer me to say one word.  If London is unsafe for your
treasures, it cannot long be safe for you; and indeed, if I at all
fathom the plan of your solicitor, I fear I may find you already
fled on my return.  I am not considered clever, and can only speak
out plainly what is in my heart:  that I love you, and that I
cannot bear to lose all knowledge of you.  I hope no more than to
be your servant; I ask no more than just that I shall hear of you.
Oh, promise me so much!'

'You shall,' she said, after a pause.  'I promise you, you shall.'
But though she spoke with earnestness, the marks of great
embarrassment and a strong conflict of emotions appeared upon her

'I wish to tell you,' resumed Desborough, 'in case of accidents. .
. .'

'Accidents!' she cried:  'why do you say that?'

'I do not know,' said he, 'you may be gone before my return, and we
may not meet again for long.  And so I wished you to know this:
That since the day you gave me the cigarette, you have never once,
not once, been absent from my mind; and if it will in any way serve
you, you may crumple me up like that piece of paper, and throw me
on the fire.  I would love to die for you.'

'Go!' she said.  'Go now at once.  My brain is in a whirl.  I
scarce know what we are talking.  Go; and good-night; and oh, may
you come safe!'

Once back in his own room a fearful joy possessed the young man's
mind; and as he recalled her face struck suddenly white and the
broken utterance of her last words, his heart at once exulted and
misgave him.  Love had indeed looked upon him with a tragic mask;
and yet what mattered, since at least it was love--since at least
she was commoved at their division?  He got to bed with these
parti-coloured thoughts; passed from one dream to another all night
long, the white face of Teresa still haunting him, wrung with
unspoken thoughts; and in the grey of the dawn, leaped suddenly out
of bed, in a kind of horror.  It was already time for him to rise.
He dressed, made his breakfast on cold food that had been laid for
him the night before; and went down to the room of his idol for the
box.  The door was open; a strange disorder reigned within; the
furniture all pushed aside, and the centre of the room left bare of
impediment, as though for the pacing of a creature with a tortured
mind.  There lay the box, however, and upon the lid a paper with
these words:  'Harry, I hope to be back before you go.  Teresa.'

He sat down to wait, laying his watch before him on the table.  She
had called him Harry:  that should be enough, he thought, to fill
the day with sunshine; and yet somehow the sight of that disordered
room still poisoned his enjoyment.  The door of the bed-chamber
stood gaping open; and though he turned aside his eyes as from a
sacrilege, he could not but observe the bed had not been slept in.
He was still pondering what this should mean, still trying to
convince himself that all was well, when the moving needle of his
watch summoned him to set forth without delay.  He was before all
things a man of his word; ran round to Southampton Row to fetch a
cab; and taking the box on the front seat, drove off towards the

The streets were scarcely awake; there was little to amuse the eye;
and the young man's attention centred on the dumb companion of his
drive.  A card was nailed upon one side, bearing the
superscription:  'Miss Doolan, passenger to Dublin.  Glass.  With
care.'  He thought with a sentimental shock that the fair idol of
his heart was perhaps driven to adopt the name of Doolan; and as he
still studied the card, he was aware of a deadly, black depression
settling steadily upon his spirits.  It was in vain for him to
contend against the tide; in vain that he shook himself or tried to
whistle:  the sense of some impending blow was not to be averted.
He looked out; in the long, empty streets, the cab pursued its way
without a trace of any follower.  He gave ear; and over and above
the jolting of the wheels upon the road, he was conscious of a
certain regular and quiet sound that seemed to issue from the box.
He put his ear to the cover; at one moment, he seemed to perceive a
delicate ticking:  the next, the sound was gone, nor could his
closest hearkening recapture it.  He laughed at himself; but still
the gloom continued; and it was with more than the common relief of
an arrival, that he leaped from the cab before the station.

Probably enough on purpose, Teresa had named an hour some thirty
minutes earlier than needful; and when Harry had given the box into
the charge of a porter, who sat it on a truck, he proceeded briskly
to pace the platform.  Presently the bookstall opened; and the
young man was looking at the books when he was seized by the arm.
He turned, and, though she was closely veiled, at once recognised
the Fair Cuban.

'Where is it?' she asked; and the sound of her voice surprised him.

'It?' he said.  'What?'

'The box.  Have it put on a cab instantly.  I am in fearful haste.'

He hurried to obey, marvelling at these changes, but not daring to
trouble her with questions; and when the cab had been brought
round, and the box mounted on the front, she passed a little way
off upon the pavement and beckoned him to follow.

'Now,' said she, still in those mechanical and hushed tones that
had at first affected him, 'you must go on to Holyhead alone; go on
board the steamer; and if you see a man in tartan trousers and a
pink scarf, say to him that all has been put off:  if not,' she
added, with a sobbing sigh, 'it does not matter.  So, good-bye.'

'Teresa,' said Harry, 'get into your cab, and I will go along with
you.  You are in some distress, perhaps some danger; and till I
know the whole, not even you can make me leave you.'

'You will not?' she asked.  'O Harry, it were better!'

'I will not,' said Harry stoutly.

She looked at him for a moment through her veil; took his hand
suddenly and sharply, but more as if in fear than tenderness; and
still holding him, walked to the cab-door.

'Where are we to drive?' asked Harry.

'Home, quickly,' she answered; 'double fare!'  And as soon as they
had both mounted to their places, the vehicle crazily trundled from
the station.

Teresa leaned back in a corner.  The whole way Harry could perceive
her tears to flow under her veil; but she vouchsafed no
explanation.  At the door of the house in Queen Square, both
alighted; and the cabman lowered the box, which Harry, glad to
display his strength, received upon his shoulders.

'Let the man take it,' she whispered.  'Let the man take it.'

'I will do no such thing,' said Harry cheerfully; and having paid
the fare, he followed Teresa through the door which she had opened
with her key.  The landlady and maid were gone upon their morning
errands; the house was empty and still; and as the rattling of the
cab died away down Gloucester Street, and Harry continued to ascend
the stair with his burthen, he heard close against his shoulders
the same faint and muffled ticking as before.  The lady, still
preceding him, opened the door of her room, and helped him to lower
the box tenderly in the corner by the window.

'And now,' said Harry, 'what is wrong?'

'You will not go away?' she cried, with a sudden break in her voice
and beating her hands together in the very agony of impatience.  'O
Harry, Harry, go away!  Oh, go, and leave me to the fate that I

'The fate?' repeated Harry.  'What is this?'

'No fate,' she resumed.  'I do not know what I am saying.  But I
wish to be alone.  You may come back this evening, Harry; come
again when you like; but leave me now, only leave me now!'  And
then suddenly, 'I have an errand,' she exclaimed; 'you cannot
refuse me that!'

'No,' replied Harry, 'you have no errand.  You are in grief or
danger.  Lift your veil and tell me what it is.'

'Then,' she said, with a sudden composure, 'you leave but one
course open to me.'  And raising the veil, she showed him a
countenance from which every trace of colour had fled, eyes marred
with weeping, and a brow on which resolve had conquered fear.
'Harry,' she began, 'I am not what I seem.'

'You have told me that before,' said Harry, 'several times.'

'O Harry, Harry,' she cried, 'how you shame me!  But this is the
God's truth.  I am a dangerous and wicked girl.  My name is Clara
Luxmore.  I was never nearer Cuba than Penzance.  From first to
last I have cheated and played with you.  And what I am I dare not
even name to you in words.  Indeed, until to-day, until the
sleepless watches of last night, I never grasped the depth and
foulness of my guilt.'

The young man looked upon her aghast.  Then a generous current
poured along his veins.  'That is all one,' he said.  'If you be
all you say, you have the greater need of me.'

'Is it possible,' she exclaimed, 'that I have schemed in vain?  And
will nothing drive you from this house of death?'

'Of death?' he echoed.

'Death!' she cried:  'death!  In that box that you have dragged
about London and carried on your defenceless shoulders, sleep, at
the trigger's mercy, the destroying energies of dynamite.'

'My God!' cried Harry.

'Ah!' she continued wildly, 'will you flee now?  At any moment you
may hear the click that sounds the ruin of this building.  I was
sure M'Guire was wrong; this morning, before day, I flew to Zero;
he confirmed my fears; I beheld you, my beloved Harry, fall a
victim to my own contrivances.  I knew then I loved you--Harry,
will you go now?  Will you not spare me this unwilling crime?'

Harry remained speechless, his eyes fixed upon the box:  at last he
turned to her.

'Is it,' he asked hoarsely, 'an infernal machine?'

Her lips formed the word 'Yes,' which her voice refused to utter.

With fearful curiosity, he drew near and bent above the box; in
that still chamber, the ticking was distinctly audible; and at the
measured sound, the blood flowed back upon his heart.

'For whom?' he asked.

'What matters it,' she cried, seizing him by the arm.  'If you may
still be saved, what matter questions?'

'God in heaven!' cried Harry.  'And the Children's Hospital!  At
whatever cost, this damned contrivance must be stopped!'

'It cannot,' she gasped.  'The power of man cannot avert the blow.
But you, Harry--you, my beloved--you may still--'

And then from the box that lay so quietly in the corner, a sudden
catch was audible, like the catch of a clock before it strikes the
hour.  For one second the two stared at each other with lifted
brows and stony eyes.  Then Harry, throwing one arm over his face,
with the other clutched the girl to his breast and staggered
against the wall.

A dull and startling thud resounded through the room; their eyes
blinked against the coming horror; and still clinging together like
drowning people, they fell to the floor.  Then followed a prolonged
and strident hissing as from the indignant pit; an offensive stench
seized them by the throat; the room was filled with dense and
choking fumes.

Presently these began a little to disperse:  and when at length
they drew themselves, all limp and shaken, to a sitting posture,
the first object that greeted their vision was the box reposing
uninjured in its corner, but still leaking little wreaths of vapour
round the lid.

'Oh, poor Zero!' cried the girl, with a strange sobbing laugh.
'Alas, poor Zero!  This will break his heart!'


Somerset ran straight upstairs; the door of the drawing-room,
contrary to all custom, was unlocked; and bursting in, the young
man found Zero seated on a sofa in an attitude of singular
dejection.  Close beside him stood an untasted grog, the mark of
strong preoccupation.  The room besides was in confusion:  boxes
had been tumbled to and fro; the floor was strewn with keys and
other implements; and in the midst of this disorder lay a lady's

'I have come,' cried Somerset, 'to make an end of this.  Either you
will instantly abandon all your schemes, or (cost what it may) I
will denounce you to the police.'

'Ah!' replied Zero, slowly shaking his head.  'You are too late,
dear fellow!  I am already at the end of all my hopes, and fallen
to be a laughing-stock and mockery.  My reading,' he added, with a
gentle despondency of manner, 'has not been much among romances;
yet I recall from one a phrase that depicts my present state with
critical exactitude; and you behold me sitting here "like a burst

'What has befallen you?' cried Somerset.

'My last batch,' returned the plotter wearily, 'like all the
others, is a hollow mockery and a fraud.  In vain do I combine the
elements; in vain adjust the springs; and I have now arrived at
such a pitch of disconsideration that (except yourself, dear
fellow) I do not know a soul that I can face.  My subordinates
themselves have turned upon me.  What language have I heard to-day,
what illiberality of sentiment, what pungency of expression!  She
came once; I could have pardoned that, for she was moved; but she
returned, returned to announce to me this crushing blow; and,
Somerset, she was very inhumane.  Yes, dear fellow, I have drunk a
bitter cup; the speech of females is remarkable for . . . well,
well!  Denounce me, if you will; you but denounce the dead.  I am
extinct.  It is strange how, at this supreme crisis of my life, I
should be haunted by quotations from works of an inexact and even
fanciful description; but here,' he added, 'is another:  "Othello's
occupation's gone."  Yes, dear Somerset, it is gone; I am no more a
dynamiter; and how, I ask you, after having tasted of these joys,
am I to condescend to a less glorious life?'

'I cannot describe how you relieve me,' returned Somerset, sitting
down on one of several boxes that had been drawn out into the
middle of the floor.  'I had conceived a sort of maudlin toleration
for your character; I have a great distaste, besides, for anything
in the nature of a duty; and upon both grounds, your news delights
me.  But I seem to perceive,' he added, 'a certain sound of ticking
in this box.'

'Yes,' replied Zero, with the same slow weariness of manner, 'I
have set several of them going.'

'My God!' cried Somerset, bounding to his feet.


'Machines!' returned the plotter bitterly.  'Machines indeed!  I
blush to be their author.  Alas!' he said, burying his face in his
hands, 'that I should live to say it!'

'Madman!' cried Somerset, shaking him by the arm.  'What am I to
understand?  Have you, indeed, set these diabolical contrivances in
motion? and do we stay here to be blown up?'

'"Hoist with his own petard?"' returned the plotter musingly.  'One
more quotation:  strange!  But indeed my brain is struck with
numbness.  Yes, dear boy, I have, as you say, put my contrivance in
motion.  The one on which you are sitting, I have timed for half an
hour.  Yon other--'

'Half an hour!--' echoed Somerset, dancing with trepidation.
'Merciful Heavens, in half an hour?'

'Dear fellow, why so much excitement?' inquired Zero.  'My dynamite
is not more dangerous than toffy; had I an only child, I would give
it him to play with.  You see this brick?' he continued, lifting a
cake of the infernal compound from the laboratory-table.  'At a
touch it should explode, and that with such unconquerable energy as
should bestrew the square with ruins.  Well now, behold!  I dash it
on the floor.'

Somerset sprang forward, and with the strength of the very ecstasy
of terror, wrested the brick from his possession.  'Heavens!' he
cried, wiping his brow; and then with more care than ever mother
handled her first-born withal, gingerly transported the explosive
to the far end of the apartment:  the plotter, his arms once more
fallen to his side, dispiritedly watching him.

'It was entirely harmless,' he sighed.  'They describe it as
burning like tobacco.'

'In the name of fortune,' cried Somerset, 'what have I done to you,
or what have you done to yourself, that you should persist in this
insane behaviour?  If not for your own sake, then for mine, let us
depart from this doomed house, where I profess I have not the heart
to leave you; and then, if you will take my advice, and if your
determination be sincere, you will instantly quit this city, where
no further occupation can detain you.'

'Such, dear fellow, was my own design,' replied the plotter.  'I
have, as you observe, no further business here; and once I have
packed a little bag, I shall ask you to share a frugal meal, to go
with me as far as to the station, and see the last of a broken-
hearted man.  And yet,' he added, looking on the boxes with a
lingering regret, 'I should have liked to make quite certain.  I
cannot but suspect my underlings of some mismanagement; it may be
fond, but yet I cherish that idea:  it may be the weakness of a man
of science, but yet,' he cried, rising into some energy, 'I will
never, I cannot if I try, believe that my poor dynamite has had
fair usage!'

'Five minutes!' said Somerset, glancing with horror at the
timepiece.  'If you do not instantly buckle to your bag, I leave

'A few necessaries,' returned Zero, 'only a few necessaries, dear
Somerset, and you behold me ready.'

He passed into the bedroom, and after an interval which seemed to
draw out into eternity for his unfortunate companion, he returned,
bearing in his hand an open Gladstone bag.  His movements were
still horribly deliberate, and his eyes lingered gloatingly on his
dear boxes, as he moved to and fro about the drawing-room,
gathering a few small trifles.  Last of all, he lifted one of the
squares of dynamite.

'Put that down!' cried Somerset.  'If what you say be true, you
have no call to load yourself with that ungodly contraband.'

'Merely a curiosity, dear boy,' he said persuasively, and slipped
the brick into his bag; 'merely a memento of the past--ah, happy
past, bright past!  You will not take a touch of spirits? no?  I
find you very abstemious.  Well,' he added, 'if you have really no
curiosity to await the event--'

'I!' cried Somerset.  'My blood boils to get away.'

'Well, then,' said Zero, 'I am ready; I would I could say, willing;
but thus to leave the scene of my sublime endeavours--'

Without further parley, Somerset seized him by the arm, and dragged
him downstairs; the hall-door shut with a clang on the deserted
mansion; and still towing his laggardly companion, the young man
sped across the square in the Oxford Street direction.  They had
not yet passed the corner of the garden, when they were arrested by
a dull thud of an extraordinary amplitude of sound, accompanied and
followed by a shattering fracas.  Somerset turned in time to see
the mansion rend in twain, vomit forth flames and smoke, and
instantly collapse into its cellars.  At the same moment, he was
thrown violently to the ground.  His first glance was towards Zero.
The plotter had but reeled against the garden rail; he stood there,
the Gladstone bag clasped tight upon his heart, his whole face
radiant with relief and gratitude; and the young man heard him
murmur to himself:  'Nunc dimittis, nunc dimittis!'

The consternation of the populace was indescribable; the whole of
Golden Square was alive with men, women, and children, running
wildly to and fro, and like rabbits in a warren, dashing in and out
of the house doors.  And under favour of this confusion, Somerset
dragged away the lingering plotter.

'It was grand,' he continued to murmur:  'it was indescribably
grand.  Ah, green Erin, green Erin, what a day of glory! and oh, my
calumniated dynamite, how triumphantly hast thou prevailed!'

Suddenly a shade crossed his face; and pausing in the middle of the
footway, he consulted the dial of his watch.

'Good God!' he cried, 'how mortifying! seven minutes too early!
The dynamite surpassed my hopes; but the clockwork, fickle
clockwork, has once more betrayed me.  Alas, can there be no
success unmixed with failure? and must even this red-letter day be
chequered by a shadow?'

'Incomparable ass!' said Somerset, 'what have you done?  Blown up
the house of an unoffending old lady, and the whole earthly
property of the only person who is fool enough to befriend you!'

'You do not understand these matters,' replied Zero, with an air of
great dignity.  'This will shake England to the heart.  Gladstone,
the truculent old man, will quail before the pointing finger of
revenge.  And now that my dynamite is proved effective--'

'Heavens, you remind me!' ejaculated Somerset.  'That brick in your
bag must be instantly disposed of.  But how?  If we could throw it
in the river--'

'A torpedo,' cried Zero, brightening, 'a torpedo in the Thames!
Superb, dear fellow!  I recognise in you the marks of an
accomplished anarch.'

'True!' returned Somerset.  'It cannot so be done; and there is no
help but you must carry it away with you.  Come on, then, and let
me at once consign you to a train.'

'Nay, nay, dear boy,' protested Zero.  'There is now no call for me
to leave.  My character is now reinstated; my fame brightens; this
is the best thing I have done yet; and I see from here the ovations
that await the author of the Golden Square Atrocity.'

'My young friend,' returned the other, 'I give you your choice.  I
will either see you safe on board a train or safe in gaol.'

'Somerset, this is unlike you!' said the chymist.  'You surprise
me, Somerset.'

'I shall considerably more surprise you at the next police office,'
returned Somerset, with something bordering on rage.  'For on one
point my mind is settled:  either I see you packed off to America,
brick and all, or else you dine in prison.'

'You have perhaps neglected one point,' returned the unoffended
Zero:  'for, speaking as a philosopher, I fail to see what means
you can employ to force me.  The will, my dear fellow--'

'Now, see here,' interrupted Somerset.  'You are ignorant of
anything but science, which I can never regard as being truly
knowledge; I, sir, have studied life; and allow me to inform you
that I have but to raise my hand and voice--here in this street--
and the mob--'

'Good God in heaven, Somerset,' cried Zero, turning deadly white
and stopping in his walk, 'great God in heaven, what words are
these?  Oh, not in jest, not even in jest, should they be used!
The brutal mob, the savage passions . . . . Somerset, for God's
sake, a public-house!'

Somerset considered him with freshly awakened curiosity.  'This is
very interesting,' said he.  'You recoil from such a death?'

'Who would not?' asked the plotter.

'And to be blown up by dynamite,' inquired the young man,
'doubtless strikes you as a form of euthanasia?'

'Pardon me,' returned Zero:  'I own, and since I have braved it
daily in my professional career, I own it even with pride:  it is a
death unusually distasteful to the mind of man.'

'One more question,' said Somerset:  'you object to Lynch Law?

'It is assassination,' said the plotter calmly, but with eyebrows a
little lifted, as in wonder at the question.

'Shake hands with me,' cried Somerset.  'Thank God, I have now no
ill-feeling left; and though you cannot conceive how I burn to see
you on the gallows, I can quite contentedly assist at your

'I do not very clearly take your meaning,' said Zero, 'but I am
sure you mean kindly.  As to my departure, there is another point
to be considered.  I have neglected to supply myself with funds; my
little all has perished in what history will love to relate under
the name of the Golden Square Atrocity; and without what is
coarsely if vigorously called stamps, you must be well aware it is
impossible for me to pass the ocean.'

'For me,' said Somerset, 'you have now ceased to be a man.  You
have no more claim upon me than a door scraper; but the touching
confusion of your mind disarms me from extremities.  Until to-day,
I always thought stupidity was funny; I now know otherwise; and
when I look upon your idiot face, laughter rises within me like a
deadly sickness, and the tears spring up into my eyes as bitter as
blood.  What should this portend?  I begin to doubt; I am losing
faith in scepticism.  Is it possible,' he cried, in a kind of
horror of himself--'is it conceivable that I believe in right and
wrong?  Already I have found myself, with incredulous surprise, to
be the victim of a prejudice of personal honour.  And must this
change proceed?  Have you robbed me of my youth?  Must I fall, at
my time of life, into the Common Banker?  But why should I address
that head of wood?  Let this suffice.  I dare not let you stay
among women and children; I lack the courage to denounce you, if by
any means I may avoid it; you have no money:  well then, take mine,
and go; and if ever I behold your face after to-day, that day will
be your last.'

'Under the circumstances,' replied Zero, 'I scarce see my way to
refuse your offer.  Your expressions may pain, they cannot surprise
me; I am aware our point of view requires a little training, a
little moral hygiene, if I may so express it; and one of the points
that has always charmed me in your character is this delightful
frankness.  As for the small advance, it shall be remitted you from

'It shall not,' said Somerset.

'Dear fellow, you do not understand,' returned the plotter.  'I
shall now be received with fresh confidence by my superiors; and my
experiments will be no longer hampered by pitiful conditions of the

'What I am now about, sir, is a crime,' replied Somerset; 'and were
you to roll in wealth like Vanderbilt, I should scorn to be
reimbursed of money I had so scandalously misapplied.  Take it, and
keep it.  By George, sir, three days of you have transformed me to
an ancient Roman.'

With these words, Somerset hailed a passing hansom; and the pair
were driven rapidly to the railway terminus.  There, an oath having
been exacted, the money changed hands.

'And now,' said Somerset, 'I have bought back my honour with every
penny I possess.  And I thank God, though there is nothing before
me but starvation, I am free from all entanglement with Mr. Zero
Pumpernickel Jones.'

'To starve?' cried Zero.  'Dear fellow, I cannot endure the

'Take your ticket!' returned Somerset.

'I think you display temper,' said Zero.

'Take your ticket,' reiterated the young man.

'Well,' said the plotter, as he returned, ticket in hand, 'your
attitude is so strange and painful, that I scarce know if I should
ask you to shake hands.'

'As a man, no,' replied Somerset; 'but I have no objection to shake
hands with you, as I might with a pump-well that ran poison or

'This is a very cold parting,' sighed the dynamiter; and still
followed by Somerset, he began to descend the platform.  This was
now bustling with passengers; the train for Liverpool was just
about to start, another had but recently arrived; and the double
tide made movement difficult.  As the pair reached the
neighbourhood of the bookstall, however, they came into an open
space; and here the attention of the plotter was attracted by a
Standard broadside bearing the words:  'Second Edition:  Explosion
in Golden Square.'  His eye lighted; groping in his pocket for the
necessary coin, he sprang forward--his bag knocked sharply on the
corner of the stall--and instantly, with a formidable report, the
dynamite exploded.  When the smoke cleared away the stall was seen
much shattered, and the stall keeper running forth in terror from
the ruins; but of the Irish patriot or the Gladstone bag no
adequate remains were to be found.

In the first scramble of the alarm, Somerset made good his escape,
and came out upon the Euston Road, his head spinning, his body sick
with hunger, and his pockets destitute of coin.  Yet as he
continued to walk the pavements, he wondered to find in his heart a
sort of peaceful exultation, a great content, a sense, as it were,
of divine presence and the kindliness of fate; and he was able to
tell himself that even if the worst befell, he could now starve
with a certain comfort since Zero was expunged.

Late in the afternoon, he found himself at the door of Mr. Godall's
shop; and being quite unmanned by his long fast, and scarce
considering what he did, he opened the glass door and entered.

'Ha!' said Mr. Godall, 'Mr. Somerset!  Well, have you met with an
adventure?  Have you the promised story?  Sit down, if you please;
suffer me to choose you a cigar of my own special brand; and reward
me with a narrative in your best style.'

'I must not take a cigar,' said Somerset.

'Indeed!' said Mr. Godall.  'But now I come to look at you more
closely, I perceive that you are changed.  My poor boy, I hope
there is nothing wrong?'

Somerset burst into tears.


On a certain day of lashing rain in the December of last year, and
between the hours of nine and ten in the morning, Mr. Edward
Challoner pioneered himself under an umbrella to the door of the
Cigar Divan in Rupert Street.  It was a place he had visited but
once before:  the memory of what had followed on that visit and the
fear of Somerset having prevented his return.  Even now, he looked
in before he entered; but the shop was free of customers.

The young man behind the counter was so intently writing in a penny
version-book, that he paid no heed to Challoner's arrival.  On a
second glance, it seemed to the latter that he recognised him.

'By Jove,' he thought, 'unquestionably Somerset!'

And though this was the very man he had been so sedulously careful
to avoid, his unexplained position at the receipt of custom changed
distaste to curiosity.

'"Or opulent rotunda strike the sky,"' said the shopman to himself,
in the tone of one considering a verse.  'I suppose it would be too
much to say "orotunda," and yet how noble it were!  "Or opulent
orotunda strike the sky."  But that is the bitterness of arts; you
see a good effect, and some nonsense about sense continually

'Somerset, my dear fellow,' said Challoner, 'is this a masquerade?'

'What?  Challoner!' cried the shopman.  'I am delighted to see you.
One moment, till I finish the octave of my sonnet:  only the
octave.'  And with a friendly waggle of the hand, he once more
buried himself in the commerce of the Muses.  'I say,' he said
presently, looking up, 'you seem in wonderful preservation:  how
about the hundred pounds?'

'I have made a small inheritance from a great aunt in Wales,'
replied Challoner modestly.

'Ah,' said Somerset, 'I very much doubt the legitimacy of
inheritance.  The State, in my view, should collar it.  I am now
going through a stage of socialism and poetry,' he added
apologetically, as one who spoke of a course of medicinal waters.

'And are you really the person of the--establishment?' inquired
Challoner, deftly evading the word 'shop.'

'A vendor, sir, a vendor,' returned the other, pocketing his poesy.
'I help old Happy and Glorious.  Can I offer you a weed?'

'Well, I scarcely like . . . ' began Challoner.

'Nonsense, my dear fellow,' cried the shopman.  'We are very proud
of the business; and the old man, let me inform you, besides being
the most egregious of created beings from the point of view of
ethics, is literally sprung from the loins of kings.  "De Godall je
suis le fervent."  There is only one Godall.--By the way,' he
added, as Challoner lit his cigar, 'how did you get on with the
detective trade?'

'I did not try,' said Challoner curtly.

'Ah, well, I did,' returned Somerset, 'and made the most
incomparable mess of it:  lost all my money and fairly covered
myself with odium and ridicule.  There is more in that business,
Challoner, than meets the eye; there is more, in fact, in all
businesses.  You must believe in them, or get up the belief that
you believe.  Hence,' he added, 'the recognised inferiority of the
plumber, for no one could believe in plumbing.'

'A propos,' asked Challoner, 'do you still paint?'

'Not now,' replied Paul; 'but I think of taking up the violin.'

Challoner's eye, which had been somewhat restless since the trade
of the detective had been named, now rested for a moment on the
columns of the morning paper, where it lay spread upon the counter.

'By Jove,' he cried, 'that's odd!'

'What is odd?' asked Paul.

'Oh, nothing,' returned the other:  'only I once met a person
called M'Guire.'

'So did I!' cried Somerset.  'Is there anything about him?'

Challoner read as follows:  'MYSTERIOUS DEATH IN STEPNEY.  An
inquest was held yesterday on the body of Patrick M'Guire,
described as a carpenter.  Doctor Dovering stated that he had for
some time treated the deceased as a dispensary patient, for
sleeplessness, loss of appetite, and nervous depression.  There was
no cause of death to be found.  He would say the deceased had sunk.
Deceased was not a temperate man, which doubtless accelerated
death.  Deceased complained of dumb ague, but witness had never
been able to detect any positive disease.  He did not know that he
had any family.  He regarded him as a person of unsound intellect,
who believed himself a member and the victim of some secret
society.  If he were to hazard an opinion, he would say deceased
had died of fear.'

'And the doctor would be right,' cried Somerset; 'and my dear
Challoner, I am so relieved to hear of his demise, that I will--
Well, after all,' he added, 'poor devil, he was well served.'

The door at this moment opened, and Desborough appeared upon the
threshold.  He was wrapped in a long waterproof, imperfectly
supplied with buttons; his boots were full of water, his hat greasy
with service; and yet he wore the air of one exceeding well content
with life.  He was hailed by the two others with exclamations of
surprise and welcome.

'And did you try the detective business?' inquired Paul.

'No,' returned Harry.  'Oh yes, by the way, I did though:  twice,
and got caught out both times.  But I thought I should find my--my
wife here?' he added, with a kind of proud confusion.

'What? are you married?' cried Somerset.

'Oh yes,' said Harry, 'quite a long time:  a month at least.'

'Money?' asked Challoner.

'That's the worst of it,' Desborough admitted.  'We are deadly hard
up.  But the Pri--- Mr. Godall is going to do something for us.
That is what brings us here.'

'Who was Mrs. Desborough?' said Challoner, in the tone of a man of

'She was a Miss Luxmore,' returned Harry.  'You fellows will be
sure to like her, for she is much cleverer than I.  She tells
wonderful stories, too; better than a book.'

And just then the door opened, and Mrs. Desborough entered.
Somerset cried out aloud to recognise the young lady of the
Superfluous Mansion, and Challoner fell back a step and dropped his
cigar as he beheld the sorceress of Chelsea.

'What!' cried Harry, 'do you both know my wife?'

'I believe I have seen her,' said Somerset, a little wildly.

'I think I have met the gentleman,' said Mrs. Desborough sweetly;
'but I cannot imagine where it was.'

'Oh no,' cried Somerset fervently:  'I have no notion--I cannot
conceive--where it could have been.  Indeed,' he continued, growing
in emphasis, 'I think it highly probable that it's a mistake.'

'And you, Challoner?' asked Harry, 'you seemed to recognise her

'These are both friends of yours, Harry?' said the lady.
'Delighted, I am sure.  I do not remember to have met Mr.

Challoner was very red in the face, perhaps from having groped
after his cigar.  'I do not remember to have had the pleasure,' he
responded huskily.

'Well, and Mr. Godall?' asked Mrs. Desborough.

'Are you the lady that has an appointment with old--' began
Somerset, and paused blushing.  'Because if so,' he resumed, 'I was
to announce you at once.'

And the shopman raised a curtain, opened a door, and passed into a
small pavilion which had been added to the back of the house.  On
the roof, the rain resounded musically.  The walls were lined with
maps and prints and a few works of reference.  Upon a table was a
large-scale map of Egypt and the Soudan, and another of Tonkin, on
which, by the aid of coloured pins, the progress of the different
wars was being followed day by day.  A light, refreshing odour of
the most delicate tobacco hung upon the air; and a fire, not of
foul coal, but of clear-flaming resinous billets, chattered upon
silver dogs.  In this elegant and plain apartment, Mr. Godall sat
in a morning muse, placidly gazing at the fire and hearkening to
the rain upon the roof.

'Ha, my dear Mr. Somerset,' said he, 'and have you since last night
adopted any fresh political principle?'

'The lady, sir,' said Somerset, with another blush.

'You have seen her, I believe?' returned Mr. Godall; and on
Somerset's replying in the affirmative, 'You will excuse me, my
dear sir,' he resumed, 'if I offer you a hint.  I think it not
improbable this lady may desire entirely to forget the past.  From
one gentleman to another, no more words are necessary.'

A moment after, he had received Mrs. Desborough with that grave and
touching urbanity that so well became him.

'I am pleased, madam, to welcome you to my poor house,' he said;
'and shall be still more so, if what were else a barren courtesy
and a pleasure personal to myself, shall prove to be of serious
benefit to you and Mr. Desborough.'

'Your Highness,' replied Clara, 'I must begin with thanks; it is
like what I have heard of you, that you should thus take up the
case of the unfortunate; and as for my Harry, he is worthy of all
that you can do.'  She paused.

'But for yourself?' suggested Mr. Godall--'it was thus you were
about to continue, I believe.'

'You take the words out of my mouth,' she said.  'For myself, it is

'I am not here to be a judge of men,' replied the Prince; 'still
less of women.  I am now a private person like yourself and many
million others; but I am one who still fights upon the side of
quiet.  Now, madam, you know better than I, and God better than
you, what you have done to mankind in the past; I pause not to
inquire; it is with the future I concern myself, it is for the
future I demand security.  I would not willingly put arms into the
hands of a disloyal combatant; and I dare not restore to wealth one
of the levyers of a private and a barbarous war.  I speak with some
severity, and yet I pick my terms.  I tell myself continually that
you are a woman; and a voice continually reminds me of the children
whose lives and limbs you have endangered.  A woman,' he repeated
solemnly--'and children.  Possibly, madam, when you are yourself a
mother, you will feel the bite of that antithesis:  possibly when
you kneel at night beside a cradle, a fear will fall upon you,
heavier than any shame; and when your child lies in the pain and
danger of disease, you shall hesitate to kneel before your Maker.'

'You look at the fault,' she said, 'and not at the excuse.  Has
your own heart never leaped within you at some story of oppression?
But, alas, no! for you were born upon a throne.'

'I was born of woman,' said the Prince; 'I came forth from my
mother's agony, helpless as a wren, like other nurselings.  This,
which you forgot, I have still faithfully remembered.  Is it not
one of your English poets, that looked abroad upon the earth and
saw vast circumvallations, innumerable troops manoeuvring, warships
at sea and a great dust of battles on shore; and casting anxiously
about for what should be the cause of so many and painful
preparations, spied at last, in the centre of all, a mother and her
babe?  These, madam, are my politics; and the verses, which are by
Mr. Coventry Patmore, I have caused to be translated into the
Bohemian tongue.  Yes, these are my politics:  to change what we
can, to better what we can; but still to bear in mind that man is
but a devil weakly fettered by some generous beliefs and
impositions, and for no word however nobly sounding, and no cause
however just and pious, to relax the stricture of these bonds.'

There was a silence of a moment.

'I fear, madam,' resumed the Prince, 'that I but weary you.  My
views are formal like myself; and like myself, they also begin to
grow old.  But I must still trouble you for some reply.'

'I can say but one thing,' said Mrs. Desborough:  'I love my

'It is a good answer,' returned the Prince; 'and you name a good
influence, but one that need not be conterminous with life.'

'I will not play at pride with such a man as you,' she answered.
'What do you ask of me? not protestations, I am sure.  What shall I
say?  I have done much that I cannot defend and that I would not do
again.  Can I say more?  Yes:  I can say this:  I never abused
myself with the muddle-headed fairy tales of politics.  I was at
least prepared to meet reprisals.  While I was levying war myself--
or levying murder, if you choose the plainer term--I never accused
my adversaries of assassination.  I never felt or feigned a
righteous horror, when a price was put upon my life by those whom I
attacked.  I never called the policeman a hireling.  I may have
been a criminal, in short; but I never was a fool.'

'Enough, madam,' returned the Prince:  'more than enough!  Your
words are most reviving to my spirits; for in this age, when even
the assassin is a sentimentalist, there is no virtue greater in my
eyes than intellectual clarity.  Suffer me, then, to ask you to
retire; for by the signal of that bell, I perceive my old friend,
your mother, to be close at hand.  With her I promise you to do my

And as Mrs. Desborough returned to the Divan, the Prince, opening a
door upon the other side, admitted Mrs. Luxmore.

'Madam and my very good friend,' said he, 'is my face so much
changed that you no longer recognise Prince Florizel in Mr.

'To be sure!' she cried, looking at him through her glasses.  'I
have always regarded your Highness as a perfect man; and in your
altered circumstances, of which I have already heard with deep
regret, I will beg you to consider my respect increased instead of

'I have found it so,' returned the Prince, 'with every class of my
acquaintance.  But, madam, I pray you to be seated.  My business is
of a delicate order, and regards your daughter.'

'In that case,' said Mrs. Luxmore, 'you may save yourself the
trouble of speaking, for I have fully made up my mind to have
nothing to do with her.  I will not hear one word in her defence;
but as I value nothing so particularly as the virtue of justice, I
think it my duty to explain to you the grounds of my complaint.
She deserted me, her natural protector; for years, she has
consorted with the most disreputable persons; and to fill the cup
of her offence, she has recently married.  I refuse to see her, or
the being to whom she has linked herself.  One hundred and twenty
pounds a year, I have always offered her:  I offer it again.  It is
what I had myself when I was her age.'

'Very well, madam,' said the Prince; 'and be that so!  But to touch
upon another matter:  what was the income of the Reverend Bernard

'My father?' asked the spirited old lady.  'I believe he had seven
hundred pounds in the year.'

'You were one, I think, of several?' pursued the Prince.

'Of four,' was the reply.  'We were four daughters; and painful as
the admission is to make, a more detestable family could scarce be
found in England.'

'Dear me!' said the Prince.  'And you, madam, have an income of
eight thousand?'

'Not more than five,' returned the old lady; 'but where on earth
are you conducting me?'

'To an allowance of one thousand pounds a year,' replied Florizel,
smiling.  'For I must not suffer you to take your father for a
rule.  He was poor, you are rich.  He had many calls upon his
poverty:  there are none upon your wealth.  And indeed, madam, if
you will let me touch this matter with a needle, there is but one
point in common to your two positions:  that each had a daughter
more remarkable for liveliness than duty.'

'I have been entrapped into this house,' said the old lady, getting
to her feet.  'But it shall not avail.  Not all the tobacconists in
Europe . . .'

'Ah, madam,' interrupted Florizel, 'before what is referred to as
my fall, you had not used such language!  And since you so much
object to the simple industry by which I live, let me give you a
friendly hint.  If you will not consent to support your daughter, I
shall be constrained to place that lady behind my counter, where I
doubt not she would prove a great attraction; and your son-in-law
shall have a livery and run the errands.  With such young blood my
business might be doubled, and I might be bound in common gratitude
to place the name of Luxmore beside that of Godall.'

'Your Highness,' said the old lady, 'I have been very rude, and you
are very cunning.  I suppose the minx is on the premises.  Produce

'Let us rather observe them unperceived,' said the Prince; and so
saying he rose and quietly drew back the curtain.

Mrs. Desborough sat with her back to them on a chair; Somerset and
Harry were hanging on her words with extraordinary interest;
Challoner, alleging some affair, had long ago withdrawn from the
detested neighbourhood of the enchantress.

'At that moment,' Mrs. Desborough was saying, 'Mr Gladstone
detected the features of his cowardly assailant.  A cry rose to his
lips:  a cry of mingled triumph . . .'

'That is Mr. Somerset!' interrupted the spirited old lady, in the
highest note of her register.  'Mr. Somerset, what have you done
with my house-property?'

'Madam,' said the Prince, 'let it be mine to give the explanation;
and in the meanwhile, welcome your daughter.'

'Well, Clara, how do you do?' said Mrs. Luxmore.  'It appears I am
to give you an allowance.  So much the better for you.  As for Mr.
Somerset, I am very ready to have an explanation; for the whole
affair, though costly, was eminently humorous.  And at any rate,'
she added, nodding to Paul, 'he is a young gentleman for whom I
have a great affection, and his pictures were the funniest I ever

'I have ordered a collation,' said the Prince.  'Mr. Somerset, as
these are all your friends, I propose, if you please, that you
should join them at table.  I will take the shop.'


{1}  Hereupon the Arabian author enters on one of his digressions.
Fearing, apparently, that the somewhat eccentric views of Mr.
Somerset should throw discredit on a part of truth, he calls upon
the English people to remember with more gratitude the services of
the police; to what unobserved and solitary acts of heroism they
are called; against what odds of numbers and of arms, and for how
small a reward, either in fame or money:  matter, it has appeared
to the translators, too serious for this place.

{2}  In this name the accent falls upon the E; the S is sibilant.

{3}  The Arabian author of the original has here a long passage
conceived in a style too oriental for the English reader.  We
subjoin a specimen, and it seems doubtful whether it should be
printed as prose or verse:  'Any writard who writes dynamitard
shall find in me a never-resting fightard;' and he goes on (if we
correctly gather his meaning) to object to such elegant and
obviously correct spellings as lamp-lightard, corn-dealard, apple-
filchard (clearly justified by the parallel--pilchard) and opera
dancard.  'Dynamitist,' he adds, 'I could understand.'

{4}  The Arabian author, with that quaint particularity of touch
which our translation usually praetermits, here registers a
somewhat interesting detail.  Zero pronounced the word 'boom;' and
the reader, if but for the nonce, will possibly consent to follow


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