ught it on herself,' he said, roughly.

'Then that is what I am to think of you,' she said, regarding him,
'that some day I may hear you talk in that way about me?'

He never could resist the appeal of Nan's clear, faithful eyes.

'You wouldn't be such a fool,' he said. 'And they won't touch Madge.
It's only that fellow they'll go for--the mean hound, to marry a girl
for her money.'

'How do you know it was for her money, Tom?' Nan pleaded. 'I am
certain they were fond of each other----'

'I don't want to miss my train,' said he. 'You go and tell the
maternal I'm off to London. I suppose you don't know the address of
Hanbury's father?'

'No, I don't.'

'Well, I'm off. Ta, ta!'

So the irate Mr. Tom departed. But in the comparative silence of the
Pullman car the fury of his rage began to abate; and it dawned upon him
that, after all, Nan's counsel might have something in it. No doubt
these two young fools--as he mentally termed them--were married by this
time. He still clung to the idea that Jack Hanbury deserved
punishment--a horsewhipping or something of the kind; but Madge was
Madge. She was silly; and she had 'got into a hole;' still, she was
Madge. She might be let off with a serious lecture on her folly and on
her disregard of what she owed to the other members of the family.
Only, the first thing was to find out their whereabouts.

On arriving in London he drove to his club, and after some little
searching discovered that Mr. Gregory Hanbury's address was Adelphi
Terrace, whither he at once repaired. Mr. Hanbury was at dinner. He
sent up his card nevertheless, and asked to be allowed to see Mr.
Hanbury on particular business. The answer was a request that he would
step upstairs into the dining-room.

He found that occupied by two gentlemen who were dining together at the
upper end of a large table. One came forward to meet him. He took it
for granted this was Mr. Hanbury--a slight, short man, with black hair
and eyes, and a very stiff white cravat.

'Mr. Beresford,' said he, 'I can guess what has brought you here. Let
me introduce you to my brother--Major Hanbury. It is an unfortunate
business.'

The other gentleman--also slight and short, but with a sun-browned,
dried-up face, and big gray moustache--bowed and resumed his seat.

'You know, then, that your son has run away with my sister,' said Mr.
Tom, somewhat hotly--though he had determined to keep his temper.
'Perhaps you know