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Having arrived at these preliminary discoveries; it was time to



try what I could make of Mr。 Winterfield next。







Among the other good things which this gentleman has inherited is



a magnificent library collected by his father。 That one learned



man should take another learned man to see the books was a



perfectly natural proceeding。 My introduction to the master of



the house followed my introduction to the library almost as a



matter of course。







I am about to surprise you; as I was myself surprised。 In all my



long experience; Mr。 Winterfield is; I think; the most



fascinating person I ever met with。 Genial; unassuming manners; a



prepossessing personal appearance; a sweet temper; a quaint humor



delightfully accompanied by natural refinementsuch are the



characteristic qualities of the man from whom I myself saw Miss



Eyrecourt (accidentally meeting him in public) recoil with dismay



and disgust! It is absolutely impossible to look at him; and to



believe him to be capable of a cruel or dishonorable action。 I



never was so puzzled in my life。







You may be inclined to think that I am misled by a false



impression; derived from the gratifying welcome that I received



as a friend of Father Newbliss。 I will not appeal to my knowledge



of human natureI will refer to the unanswerable evidence of Mr。



Winterfield's poorer neighbors。 Wherever I went; in the village



or out of it; if I mentioned his name; I produced a universal



outburst of admiration and gratitude。 〃There never was such a



friend to poor people; and there never can be such another to the



end of the world。〃 Such was a fisherman's description of him; and



the one cry of all the men and women near us answered; 〃That's



the truth!〃







And yet there is something wrongfor this plain reason; that



there is something to be concealed in the past lives of Mr。



Winterfield and Miss Eyrecourt。







Under these perplexing circumstances; what use have I made of my



opportunities? I am going to surprise you againI have mentioned



Romayne's name to Mr。 Winterfield; and I have ascertained that



they are; so far; perfect strangers to one anotherand that is



all。







The little incident of mentioning Romayne arose out of my



examination of the library。 I discovered certain old volumes;



which may one day be of use to him; if he continues his



contemplated work on the Origin of Religions。 Hearing me express



myself to this effect; Mr。 Winterfield replied with the readiest



kindness:







〃I can't compare myself to my excellent father;〃 he said; 〃but I



have at least inherited his respect for the writers of books。 My



library is a treasure which I hold in trust for the interests of



literature。 Pray say so; from me; to your friend Mr。 Romayne。〃







And what does this amount to? you will ask。 My reverend friend;



it offers me an opportunity; in the future; of bringing Romayne



and Winterfield together。 Do you see the complications which may



ensue? If I can put no other difficulty in Miss Eyrecourt's way;



I think there is fruitful promise of a scandal of some kind



arising out of the introduction to each other of those two men。



You will agree with me that a scandal may prove a valuable



obstacle in the way of a marriage。







Mr。 Winterfield has kindly invited me to call on him when he is



next in London。 I may then have opportunities of putting



questions which I could not venture to ask on a short



acquaintance。







In the meantime; I have obtained another introduction since my



return to town。 I have been presented to Miss Eyrecourt's mother;



and I am invited to drink tea with her on Wednesday。 My next



letter may tell youwhat Penrose ought to have



discoveredwhether Romayne has been already entrapped into a



marriage engagement or not。







Farewell for the present。 Remind the Reverend Fathers; with my



respects; that I possess one of the valuable qualities of an



EnglishmanI never know when I am beaten。







BOOK THE THIRD。







CHAPTER I。







THE HONEYMOON。







MORE than six weeks had passed。 The wedded lovers were still



enjoying their honeymoon at Vange Abbey。







Some offense had been given; not only to Mrs。 Eyrecourt; but to



friends of her way of thinking; by the strictly private manner in



which the marriage had been celebrated。 The event took everybody



by surprise when the customary advertisement appeared in the



newspapers。 Foreseeing the unfavorable impression that might be



produced in some quarters; Stella had pleaded for a timely



retreat to the seclusion of Romayne's country house。 The will of



the bride being; as usual; the bridegroom's law; to Vange they



retired accordingly。







On one lovely moonlight night; early in July; Mrs。 Romayne left



her husband on the Belvidere; described in Major Hynd's



narrative; to give the housekeeper certain instructions relating



to the affairs of the household。 Half an hour later; as she was



about to ascend again to the top of the house; one of the



servants informed her that 〃the master had just left the



Belvidere; and had gone into his study。〃







Crossing the inner hall; on her way to the study; Stella noticed



an unopened letter; addressed to Romayne; lying on a table in a



corner。 He had probably laid it aside and forgotten it。 She



entered his room with the letter in her hand。







The only light was a reading lamp; with the shade so lowered that



the corners of the study were left in obscurity。 In one of these



corners Romayne was dimly visible; sitting with his head sunk on



his breast。 He never moved when Stella opened the door。 At first



she thought he might be asleep。







〃Do I disturb you; Lewis?〃 she asked softly。







〃No; my dear。〃







There was a change in the tone of his voice; which his wife's



quick ear detected。 〃I am afraid you are not well;〃 she said



anxiously。







〃I am a little tired after our long ride to…day。 Do you want to



go back to the Belvidere?〃







〃Not without you。 Shall I leave you to rest here?〃







He seemed not to hear the question。 There he sat; with his head



hanging down; the shadowy counterfeit of an old man。 In her



anxiety; Stella approached him; and put her hand caressingly on



his head。 It was burning hot。 〃O!〃 she cried; 〃you _are_ ill; and



you are trying to hide it from me。〃







He put his arm round her waist and made her sit on his knee。



〃Nothing is the matter with me;〃 he said; with an uneasy laugh。



〃What have you got in



 your hand? A letter?〃







〃Yes。 Addressed to you and not opened yet。〃 He took it out of her



hand; and threw it carelessly on a sofa near him。 〃Never mind



that now! Let us talk。〃 He paused; and kissed her; before he went



on。 〃My darling; I think you must be getting tired of Vange?〃







〃Oh; no! I can be happy anywhere with youand especially at



Vange。 You don't how this noble old house interests me; and how I



admire the glorious country all round it。〃







He was not convinced。 〃Vange is very dull;〃 he said; obstinately;



〃and your friends will be wanting to see you。 Have you heard from



your mother lately?〃







〃No。 I am surprised she has not written。〃







〃She has not forgiven us for getting married so quietly;〃 he went



on。 〃We had better go back to London and make our peace with her。



Don't you want to see the house my aunt left me at Highgate?〃







Stella sighed。 The society of the man she loved was society



enough for her。 Was he getting tired of his wife already? 〃I will



go with you wherever you like。〃 She said those words in tones of



sad submission; and gently got up from his knee。







He rose also; and took from the sofa the letter which he had



thrown on it。 〃Let us see what our friends say;〃 he resumed。 〃The



address is in Loring's handwriting。〃







As he approached the table on which the lamp was burning; she



noticed that he moved with a languor that was new in her



experience of him。 He sat down and opened the letter。 She watched



him with an anxiety which had now become intensified to



suspicion。 The shade of the lamp still prevented her from seeing



his face plainly。 〃Just what I told you;〃 he said; 〃the Lorings



want to know when they are to see us in London; and your mother



says she 'feels like that character in Shakespeare who was cut by



his own daughters。' Read it。〃







He handed her the letter。 In t

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