od," returned Elizabeth demurely; "he
was almost asleep when Mr. Charrington spoke to us. A comfortable
chair, and moon-light, and a German lullaby are soporific influences."

"Nonsense, Betty," replied Dinah in her practical, downright way, "he
was as wide-awake as I was; but," with a little sigh of sympathy, "he
looked rather sad. Are you sure he is quite happy, dear?"

"I expect he is quite as happy as he deserves to be," returned
Elizabeth in rather a hard-hearted way; and then she went off, singing
to herself in a low tone a line or two from her last song:

"It may be in the Land above--
The Land beyond our ken;
Yet we shall meet again, my love,
Though none can answer when"

And as Dinah stood listening in the moonlight her face looked like the
face of a radiant infant.

"That is so true," she whispered, "and what does it matter--when!"

CHAPTER XV

"BETTY IS A TRUMP!"

A character is like an acrostic or Alexandrian stanza: read it
forward, backward, or across, it still spells the same thing....
We pass for what we are: character teaches above our wills.
--EMERSON.

It had been Malcolm's intention to go back to town on the ensuing
Monday, but on Dinah's pressing invitation he promised to remain
another day.

"You know I am due at the Manor House on Thursday," he observed, as
they sat at breakfast the next morning, "and I must have a couple of
days in town first."

"It is a very short visit," she returned regretfully, "and you are to
dine at the vicarage to-morrow evening."

"I could not get out of it," he replied quickly, but he glanced at
Elizabeth as he spoke. "Mr. Charrington never gave me the option of
refusing. He seemed to look on it as a foregone conclusion that his
invitation would be accepted. He was so very kind and cordial. He wants
me to see his library, and to show me some rare books he has got."

"Oh yes, he is a collector of curious books and first editions. He has
a very valuable library. It is his hobby--is it not, Dinah? Old books,
old wine, and plenty of learned talk--you will be in luck's way, Mr.
Herrick," and Elizabeth flashed an amused look at him.

"I suppose Mr. Carlyon will be there," observed Dinah composedly, as
she replenished Malcolm's cup. Cedric had not yet made his appearance,
but they could hear him whistling in the distance. But before Malcolm
could answer in the negative, Elizab