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Chapter NumberXI
Chapter TitleLYNDHURST AND MRS. PSYCHE HANDSLIP-DUPLICITY-MRS. PANDORA IN STATE-THE CHEQUE.
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Newspaper TitleClarence and Richmond Examiner and New England Advertiser (Grafton, NSW : 1859 - 1889)
Trove TitleJohn Brown and His Dog Faithful
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JOHN BROWN:

AND

HIS DQQ FAITHFUL

BY

Bar. M. w. sown,

LAWRENCE, CLARENCE RIVER, N. 8. Vf. ,

CHAPTER XI.

LYNDHURST. ANO HRS. PSYCHE HAND8LIP-DUPLI-

CITY-MRS. PANDORA II» STATE-THE CHEQUE.

Wo, loft Lyndhurst walking down Bonrke-stroct, hoping1 ho would not full across Mrs Psyche Hand slip ; and while buried in reverie, a hand was laid on his arm in an affectionate manner, and a voloe as of » turtle-dove soundod in his car, "My dear, dear Lyndhurst, whon did you arrive ? I am so very glad to 'seo you. Really, you ara looking remarkably well ; your very carriage shows you to he a debonair of the first water. : Ah, me 1 voa so much remind me of my poor husband ; the sight ot you brings hack all the past (and up went the handkerchief - many a woman's peace of mind has been wrecked on the waves of nor handkerchief.) I shall never seo his like again. The past 1 the past ! I shall never for- get.,' The loss of his money in England hastened his death. Ah 1 Lyndhurst, how often it is ' the error of a moment becomes tho sorrow of a whole lifo.' "

Lyndhurst was not prepared for this ; but Mrs Psycho HandBllp'g long speech of reception gave him breathing timo,

" I ouly arrived to-day, and I thought if I walked down sumo of tho principal streets I would be sure to meet you. You are looking well-Melbourne must agree with you."

.' Wolli ? Lyndhurst, you flatter me when you say I

am looking woll. (And ilistauui) lends enchantment to tho view, soliloquised Lyndhurst.) You know onr family dates back to tho Norman oonqucst, and in our Vains runs tho blood of the Black Prlnoe, who, ns you aro well aware, was noted for his valour, generosity, benovolenao, and groat madest ¡i. Modesty with us, as my dear mamma used to say, was so charaotéristlo of our ruoe, that tba fawner and flatterer never found n seat at our board ; if ho did. it was bolow the salt, But I know you only speak what you think. Yes, I think tho climate of Melbourne agrees with me ; but ennui will at times overpower ree.. Society hero is so different to England-gentlemen are so few and far between. I moan tho real debonair-maintien. Moro of tho French blood is wanted-the Continental attention to ladies. Even our American cousins are before John Bull in this respect. But you must tell ino all about yourself. You are not going book to tho goldfields ; a person with ymir talents and address is more titted to sway a sceptre than a pick. . A little bird whispered to mo you havo boen very fortunate nt tho mines. (Tho bird was of her own creation, to learn how Lyndhurst^ pookots wore lined.) Ah, I seo by your smilo lt is so ; I heartily congratulate you. Como and dino with me to-day. (Snttn nw.) " I must scud out for soma good Madeira for him, to

get him In good humour, and seo what I can learn of .

is finances, I hope that cat will have a good dinner, but I mn afraid it will bo tho old thing (with a sigh) -a boiled log of mutton and capers. Hal yes, Lyndhurst will soon fathom Mr Littloheart for me a good idea. Yes, he shall havo the very best Madeira, I might borrow soma of his surplus gold to pay the cat-all in order.) Now, don't say no, Lyndhurst; you know you aro the only relation I have in thlB Robinson Crusoe place. Thanks, Just lot us go into this bookseller's,- I want to wrlto a note, to put otf an appoiutmunt I had this morniug. Tut, tut, brother mine, ull engagements are at an end whon yon are in question ; tho sun throws the moon into the shade, and hides tho light of the stars. Como."

Reader, look over her shouldor as she writes.

" Mrs Psyohe ifandslip presents her compliments to dear Mrs Faina Pandora. Mrs Psyohe llandslip has just mot her brother-in-law, Simon Lyndhurst Hand slip, Esq., U.A.. who was on his way to "Tempe Umtue." Dinnor at six please ; brui Maderia-ono Sulnea-cheque enclosed for it. (I must secure the

ladeira, she muttered.) A pair of fowls, and brace of ditbks, Ito., ko. Dear Lyndhurst is a greataonnols sourj as all barristers of Lincoln's Inn are. Au revoir, P.S.-Don't forget the Madeira, and the leo., ko."

" The ant," she muttered, us she scaled tho note, handing it to the bookseller to bo forwarded at once.

Lyndhurst during the writing of the letter was on ÇIns-in a kind of dilemma what course to pursue,

ho dinner part ho did not mind so much, providing it was a good ono ,- tho' he would prefer evon a dejeûner A la foiireliette, with a few convivial friends, to Tempe House and Mrs Psyohe Hondallp.

"Ahl well," he sighed, " a case of mile nu cotent. I must only watch to see which way the cat jumps, and oct accordingly."

"Pardon, Lyndhurst, for keeping you waiting," approaching him as he was reading a book ho had taken from one of tho shelves, "Deep in lam M usual, or soma Utopian schema in politics ; an abridg- ment or enlargement of Sir T. Moore's Utopia ? What is tho subject?"

" Oh I only advloo on political economy, and safe investments for a man with a fortuna. (Keep it.) A good work for a bachelor like me."

Tho bait was swallowed-Mrs. Psyoho Handsllp pricked up her ears at the word, fortune.

"I'll buy a bundle of the best Hamburg cigars ; a smoko will do him good with tho Madeira. That guinea won't bo lost, or my name is not Psyche," Bclf-communcd tho widow. "These lawyers aro so sharp and shrewd. Well, I must not be too precipi- tate ; many a battle has been lost by too great haste."

"Havo you seen anything of Hobof" Taking Lyndhurst s arm as she spoke.

" Yes I saw her as I passed through the village of Castlemaine, looking well. Eyes rather weak from over study. A chango would set her up ; a month with you would do her good."

" Well, you see, I must not intorfera with Mr John Brown and his protégé. (I wonder has Lyndhurst any thoughts ol' leaving his money to Hobo, or sponding monoy on her. I must stop that."

" By tho bye, Lyndhurst, Hebe is a very strange child ; from her mother's sido, of course. Takes after her mother in features and wayward temper. I can assure you, Lyndhurst, I have beau both pained and grieved at tho disrespect she has shown you. I am afraid her mother was the samo towards all your side of tho house. (" Liar," mattered Lyndhurst.) I have spoken to her regarding you-reasoned with her, but all to no purpose When I was speaking to her only as a mother can about her unpardonable conduct to you, sho Btampcd her fact in a rage, and said sho hated you. Pardon mo for telling you this, Lyndhurst, but our family motto is, ' Truth above all things.' And between ourselves I don't think Hebe is truthful. (" False as hell gnu ore," muttered Lynd- hurst.) I don't wish to pain you, BO won't say moro,"

I must humour this woman, thought Lyndhurst, tho' it went against his grain.

" Hebo is a ohit, and has much to learn and un- learn ; but you say she is not truthful. May I ask you for the grounds of your opinion. You know, wo Lincoln's Inn men look at evidence from every standpoint. Wo demand logic."

111 know it is the boast of British law-faugh I British law! Women are more oonaiatent than British law-that every person is innocent till proved guilty. But about Hebe. She, I am sure, is not tnitbfal. Wto* pol't4«didhetmrth«

she married jour brother 1 Had aha rooney or pro- perty 1 Toa know what I ? f "

Lyndhurst'* faoe became »carlet. He stooped to tte the lace of his boot, to hide his guilty faoe, mattering " Hang all the feminine gender. Am I on a volcano 1 I must sift this matter ; but that eau de tte ot last night has unstrung my nerves-I am a bad one to-day to work my own case. But cannot a Lincoln's Inn man oope with a woman I"

"You asked me about Hebe's mother. She was

equal to my brother as far as blood went ; there the matter rested. But you have not answered my query : I have answered you frankly. Sow, please act on my prinoiple, and do the sane. What basia have you for supposing Hebe to be untruthful '"

'. Well, one night I heard her murmuring in her sleep about a secret drawer. She appeared to be speaking to some one, for she distinctly said, " She

would remember.' "

Lyndhurst's face became livid, and he gasped

ont,

*' For heaven's sake 1 tell me knie, or-or rather what, you know."

Lyndhurst betrayed himself. He would have bitten hts tongue half through rather than have be- trayed himself as he hod dona, and he would not have done so if it had not been for the eau. de vie acting on his nerves. It was not so much his words as his manner ; both wore noticed by Hrs Handslip -mentally noted on her tablets of woman's memory

there and then.

" So, so," sho 8oliliquiaed. " So, so, my brother of Lincoln's Inn, my eyes and cars are open. Blood of tho Block Prince in my veins ; yes, with a dash of the bloodhound."

" Well," said Lyndhurst, with a degree of HOH chalaiiec, striving to recover the equilibrium of his nerves. " Well, proceed ; what has the girl's dream to do with her untruthfulness 1"

" When you so-what shall I say-in such an ex- traordinary manner interrupted me, aa if you had a touch of the ague, or I was reading your death warrant. Don't act so again, please, for my nerves are not strong. You know, Lyndhurst, I can put two and two together ; remember that."

" I was about to say, when you got so pole, Hebe spoke about her mother's letters ; und when I spoke to her next morning, she professed-professed to me her mother, her father's wife-that she was totally unconscious of what she said in her sleep. I know it was only prevarication on her part. iou may well call her a chit of a girl to provuricute to -III; her mother and lawful guardian. Now, there must be a secret drawer, or she never would have dreamed of it, saying to some one sho would ' remember V Now, Lyndhurst, don't be foxy with me. Of course, as a lady I cannot descend to oraft or cunning ; but providonoo is on tho side of womon, for it alitays helps the weakest."

" My dear Psycho, you aro troubling yourself un- necessarily ; the girl was only dreaming of como infantile days. I dreamed one night I found a nug- get tho size of my head, and kept calling for your friand Achates to bring a barrow to aid me to wheel it away ; but next morning I had no recollection of the dream. No. no, you havo not mudo out a oaso. The ovidenoe u dream. The Court adjourns sine die."

" May bo so," responded the widow. Then, sotto voce, " Take uare, ma fois, no sleuthhound will run a scent better than Psyohe, if sho onae gats on the ' track."

" Now, Lyndhurst, let us go on the river for an hour. Your brothor told me you were the best stroke at Oxford in your time."

So away they wont-a woman without a heart, a man without a spark of gonerosity to the dead,

: Mrs Psyohe Handsllp went to chapel tmiee every Sunday-plocod her foot on some fellow worship- per's' foot ottoman-dropped-no, planed-a. coln in the plate, tho old collector said, '' The widow's mite, without that good widow's heart.'"

; Going to ohspel did her good, Mrs Psycho said. Ycs.it way havo done ; kept her,from being worse than she was. .-??-.???> -. . ? ..?

i Many ask the question regarding parsons and their work, if they are making the world any bettor by their preaching. Lot us look at the matter fairly, and have no half and half, or em parte questions and statements. Is. the world better ot worse for Chris- tianity? Does the preaching of Christian ethics make churoh . or ohapel goers bettor or worse ? Worse a person' cannot be morally by the preached word j spiritually ho may bo worse,

; But thon a person's spiritual state is a question between himself and his Creator-to his own Master ho standoth or f alioth. The world looks at tho moral poet of roan, for it is that part which the world at largo has to deal with. God goos a step higher, and looks at tho spiritual for the opening or shutting of heaven's gates swings ou theso spiritual hinges,

: It may bo summod up this way : " What is your motive power, Mr Engine-driver, to tako your train across Niagara Falls into tho city 1"

" Steam, Mr Parson."

*' That answors tho purpose very well, like morality for tho morid."

? "Now, Mr Purson, what is your motive powor, to cross the dangerous Niagaras of the world to your city you preach about ?"

j " My motive power is the spirit and letter of Christ's law. Mere steam, or morality, will do all tho world asks; but mere morality will not tako my train to heaven. It will take you over tho Niagara of the world-to tho gata of the city, perhaps, but thoro tho pointsman'would shunt you on to another line. Where the line terminates, I cannot say, only lt does not ontor tho great city of the King of Kings."

I supposo tho above conversation, and write it to explain my moaning.

So tho preacher may make porsons better morally, and by su doing make thom better citizens, and more upright towards their fellow men, while perhaps no spiritual change has takon place ; still, good is dono.

But you may say, reader, with great justice, that you cannot seo any good ovon morally in Mrs Psycho Handslip's Sunday duty.

True, yet her very going to a place of worship may havo provented her being.worse. .,,_

So it ÍB with tho world nt largo,"When' Christian ethics aro expoundod, wo have a higher stats of morality than among non-Christian nations. If Christianity bo not a completo renovator, it acts as a chook-a restraint, a curb on tho passions of man and vioes of humanity. ' - 1 ¿, -1 -.?<

You may say, but seo tho amount , of , hypocrisy Christianity engenders. It is not so; hypocrisy is not engendered by it, but by maa himself. Hypo- crisy ts not Christ's or tho Apostles' edition of Christian ethics, but man's in a mutilated form, brought out by tho press of man's own ovil hoart.

To my reading of Christianity, the preacher Bhould have, as it were, a doublo object in viow. 1st. To win souls to God ; 2nd. Improve tho moral tone of the world, elevate sooloty, raise tho tono of humanity. .1 knew well ono good man, whose one theme was conversion and regeneration for fourteen years ; and I must say, I never heard him spoak of soap and water. He had the dirtiest and the most careless-dressed congregation I ever saw in my twenty years' travel of observation. His parish tho samo houses as bad as tho worst cabins tn Ireland ; child- ren that carried thoir own allotment of land on their bodies ; mothers that stood with their arms akimbo, with open mouth listening to a neighbour's Blander -'bair that stood up Uko barley ears, or spike quilled porcupine quills, and served os a towel for the hands, when commencing some fresh household duty during tho day, I only write what I have seen. Now, in this case, my friend might have drawn a good lesson by taking for his text, " Cleanliness is next to godli- ness," for his people over flocked to hear him hold forth.

Preachers get too often into a " rut," and harp and harp on ono thooto, till their hearers go to churoh or chapel for a "nap "during the sormon, and say era they settle down for tho forty winks, " I know what is coming-parson's lore."

Better do something in tho world in tho way of morality than nothing at all. I say not ; far from it, let mero morality bo the Alpha and Omega of preaching. There are times tho preacher should say, " You keep the letter of the law of Christ ; you aro not dishonest, or untruthful, or impure. No moro was tho unfaithful stowatd. But, do you uso what God has given you, for tho purposo for which Ho intended it / Your mind for under

standing ms worn ; your oyes lor wotoning tor ms

coming ; your ears for listening for His voico ; your knees for prayer ¡ your foot for running tho wny of His commandments ; your tongue for tolling His truth ; your body the battle-field for overcoming His enomics ; your sympathies for His people, and your energies for His church ; your money for helping His Sar, His church, His house ; your souls for loving

im ; your spirit a tabernacle for His sacred presence ; your whole body, soul, and spirit. Yourselves, servants of God, doing your work in tho world."

This is tho highest of all preaching, and should bo the preacher's aim. Yet, he can improve the human race, tho' all his people roach not this high standard of Christian ethics. Let his motto be, lek die* tot God and, morality,

Dear Mrs Fama Pudor» wt in her chair of state, an old-faahionsd high-back chair, with the figures of aome Egyptian gooVcarved on the top of the bask, looking down upon aar. She sat in her best roora. AU the holland coverings had been removed from the furniture ; an antique vase, containing white lilies, stood on the oentre of a small, thinly veneered oak table. For fully half an hour she had been sitting as

motionless as a statue, with a kind of Elizabethian collar on ; her red (I beg her pardon) auburn hair falling in graoeful ringlets, or curls, over what was left of her wry neck. Her winen face waa more wiren than usual, from impatience in haring to wait so long for Mc guest. Mrs Pandora's hands were gracefully folded on her slate-coloured silk dress.

In the nexo roora, which you entered by folding doors from the room of state, was a long table oovered with a snow-white linen oloth, woven in figures. On it were out flowers in jugs, out flowers in finger glasses, out flowers and maiden bair in vases ; plated forks with crests and monogram-" F.P."-inter- woven in an artistic manner-forks that had not «sen the light since the death of the figure-head of the house, old Pandora (he was but a flguro-head, being a oipher), cut wine-glasses for the Madeira glasses borrowed from a neighbour, napkins that vero white, but smelt rather musty, in cock-hat Bhape, with snow-white bread peeping out like the bald hoad of an admiral. There was on the side-board a figure of Cupid, holding out his hand to Venus. At the bose of the figures wero fruits of the season and nuts of the age, all-all waiting for the guest.

Mrs Fama Pandora woke from her deep reverie, and looked at her small gold watch. " A quarter to six," she murmured, and Bighed ; und as she sighed, there was a strong smell of onions from the funnel of ber mouth. She sighed again and her nostrils drawing op the onion air as a fluo or chimney, Mrs Pandora shook out her deeply lace-edged handker- chief, and placed it to her nose. The perfume that shot up toward« the brain was a mixture of Jockey Club Bcent, onions, and sage, with a dash of fennel, as a tonio. The elaborate and fine laoe of the 'kor ohief was caught on her nose, like a fish that has forced its head and gills through the mesh of a fisherman's net. But Mrs Pandora's nose remained Quiescent, consequently but little harm wns done. It was merely a freak of nature-only the lace suffered ; the point of the sharp nose rctalnod its sharpness, and was ready to act as fluo or chimney again.

Mrs Fama Pandora spoke.

" Simon Lyndhurst HandBllp, Esq., B. A., Barrister, of Lincoln's Inn. I am a widow, so know household duties ; I ever put buttons on dear Pandora's shirts, and mended his feet warmers-socks and stockings are vulgar phrases. My poor husband 1 to marry again would show my love to you. I am tired of boarding-house keeping.

A pauso, while Mrs Pandora closed her eyes ; then spoke the nasal voice again.

" Yes, you might become my boarder, nt least for a time, and then, by tho aid of dear Psyoho, something more. I am glad I did not press her for the money due to me." ( .

Another sigh from the onion bed.

" Yes, here they come ; that is her ring. Sho rings as if sha were calling her husband book from the long, far distant off, othor world."

Mrs Pandara rose, shook out the folds of her dress, gave one sharp look round the room to see all was in martinet ordor, and then, as a fragile picoo of human porcelain, sat down and toyed with her 'kerchief.

: Truly, life is a book of but one edition in this

world.

: Mrs Fama Pandora was not a bad woman nt heart ; her schemes wera only womanly, innocent nats, spread to catch another boarder for her house, or a husband for ber fire-side. She was more worthy of a place Jn the archives of memory than Mrs Psyohe. As soon as-Hrs Psyche Handslip entered the hall, accom- panied by Lyndhurst, she turned to the servant and Baid, in her usual hauteur when addressing anyone she considered beneath her, from a child to the gray looks, " Show this gentleman to a room, that ho may«

wash his hnnds."

. Then she turned and opened the dining room door, to see it ii »y oxtra preparations had beon made. What met her eyes filled her with astonishment and gratitude Her face became radiant with smiles; then sho rushed into thu room, saying,

? " My dear, dear Mrs Fama Pandora, it ia not boiled leg of mutton and oapors to-day, is it ? No, no, I know it ia not ; you, door Fama, are a dock. Have you got the brace of ducks? The fowls-ah! I smell the sage and onions; and the bOBt Madeira. Yes, ho has como. Ahl Fama, a bachelor with pookets lined with gold, and a gentleman by blood and education. Shall I shut this window dear Creature, for I sinoU onions from the kitohen. Here, I have some Jockey Club ; I will sprinkle it about the room. Mr Littloheart in 7 I am so glad. Dear Fama, allow mo to say you lock superb-Uko Venus on her throne Yes, I know wo are late ; but Lynd- hurst would take me on the river, he would take no donlal. Ho was so pleased to see me. Yes, he was on his way hara when I mot him. Wanted to tako mo by surprise, OB all loving baohelor rotations like to do. I knew you would be pleased by my giving yon warn- ing by my billet-doux ; I only sent it on your account, fooling with your sensitive nature, you would not liko to be caught at sixos and sevens. Yes, Psyche always likes to aid her friends. Quite right, I will do your bidding, and get my bonnet off,", and she kissed her Judas' lingers to Mrs Pandora, muttering, as she left tho room, "Tho oatt she reeks, again; with

onions."

, She ran book, and put her head in at tho door.

" Stop there, dear, I won't be a minute, and I will bring him in. Ha, ha, ha, quita a bella you look. It will bo dum spiro, »¡tero-you, Fama, I mean."

'Off with a ohuoklo she went. "Lyndhurst will never think of that cat, so from that quartet I have nothing to fear." '

, When Lyndhurst entered tho room ho waa shown to, he muttered, "A respite from that woman. Hang my birth-star if I thought to fall across her to-day. I; must try to put her off the scout regarding that dream of Hebe s. That girl is too cute for me ; and if I mistake not, Hebe can, if not twist Psyche round her finger, sho can bamboozle the painted taco. I must think ont my plans. To-day I have not had a moment to collect my thoughts', with that woman's tongue, dinning in my ears. (A knock at the door.) I am coming, Psyche."

Mrs Pandora sat in state, as Psyche and Lyndhurst

entered tho room,

t " Don't rise, Mrs Pandora, I beg of you. The first view of you so reminded mo of a lady long dead, whom I knew intimately in my infanoy, that I thought you woro herself in the flesh again. Yes, the auburn trosses, tho azuro oyos, the Grecian noso, and Venus lips. Pardon mo, Mrs Pandora, you so remind me. of my dead f riond, that words of des- cription flow uaoonsoiously from my lips."

" Allow me," offering her his arm to take her into dinnor, whon the servant swung open tho fold- ing doors, to tho great chagrin of Mrs Psyoho H., that lady having to bring up the rear alono. Mr Littleheart viewing the viands on the table in the dining room.

Af tor dinner, Mrs P. Handslip produced hor bundle of cigars and a bottle of Madoira, in tho conservatory -so-called. .'..''" ,

The two were alono-Psyohe and Lyndhurst-Mr Littloheart leaving immediately af tor dinner, saying he had a very pressing ongagomont.

Tho real reason was, he had no heart to f nco tho barrister. He did not want to be plied with quorios as to his intentions, and &. s. d. He feared tho lawyer's eyes, and he did not know what Mrs. Hand Blip might havo said to him-her brother-in-law.

" No, na, I want no lawyers about me," ho muttered, ns ho loft the house.

Mrs. Pandora felt during dinnor she was thrown into tho shade by tho voluble Pysohe. Mrs. Pandora complninod (a woman's stock oxcuso) of a headaoho, so retired to hor ohair of stato.'

" Well, Lyndhurst, I have BO muoh enjoyed mysolf to-day, being with you-the only day's enjoymont I have had sinca you went away. I have boon think- ing over what you said regarding that dream of Hube's. It was, as you say, only a dream, so I will banish it from my mind. (Another Ho.) By the bye. Lyndhurst, I want you to help mo for a few wcoks. I have put all my monoy in a safo invest- ment, and will not be able to tonoh lt for a month or so. In short, Lyndhurst, I am short just now, and I want to pay Mrs Pandora for six months board and lodging ; eon you loan mo say ono hundred pounds I" Lyndhurst ground his teeth, as far as the elgar between his teeth would lot him. " It will only be for a few weeks ; the widow of your poor brother asks you. Try some moro Madeira."

Tho barrister thought to himself, " It won't do to inako this woman my enemy. It I do, sho may pump Hobo ; those mother's letters I don't like. I am very liberal when I havo the needful, so I will give Psyche the £100 with a good grace No moro, tho' I A wlaoe to my conscience.

" Yes, Psycho, for your own sake and your hus- band, my poor brother, I will let you have the amount. Give me a blank cheque, and I will fill it 111."

Aa Mrs Haadalip want foe OM okara* book, she .mid "I wish I had asked far a hundred and fifty. What a fool I was I I will renumber the dream. Glad I thooffct of the Madeira and oigan-money wall speak"

lbs Pander* get her money next day.

419 10a3 Ho mote? Tea, one quarter's board and kirlging, nineteen po nada ten, inoladinf extras ; so Kn Psyohe Haadslip «aid, with great gasto.

" I have netted olear eighty pounds tea shillings balaam ; bot I might have added another fifty poanda. Lyndhurst has a secret. I believe, and with a lawyer's o raft, and with diabolioal skill and cnn nilly, would hide it frota me. The money is a sop. Let him mind I don't ase the knowledge of the searet as a sponge Bat then, what do I really know! Nothing! A woman's wits will unravel tho entangled web. I will lose no time, but set to work at once. Thea, there is that Littleheart; no mis- nomer in hit name. I mast break the matter to Lyndhurst-tell him just suSoient, and no more. I will go and see him to-day on the subjeot ; strike the iron while it is hot, mm ami. Tee, I will visit Castlemaine, and do the amiable to Hebe. She is but a ohild. with a strang sense of duty. Yes, the fifth commandment will come in. 7*««« letter* 1 I wish I had taken them from the desk ; I lost a move there. Ah, well, I will manage that. But the Kee ni drawer 1 Who was Hebe speaking to J Was it her father ? I witt find out."