Mrs. Waltham!' she whispered hurriedly. 'If Mr. Wyvern isn't coming
to see you! I'm afraid to meet him. Do let me pop in and hide till I can
get away without being seen.'

The front door stood ajar, and the girl at once ran into the house. Mrs.
Waltham came into the passage laughing.

'May I go to the top of the stairs?' asked the other nervously. 'You
know how absurdly shy I am. No, I'll run out into the garden behind;
then I can steal round as soon as he comes in.'

She escaped, and in a minute or two the new vicar presented himself at
the door. A little maid might well have some apprehension in facing him,
for Mr. Wyvern was of vast proportions and leonine in aspect. With the
exception of one ungloved hand and the scant proportions of his face
which were not hidden by hair, he was wholly black in hue; an enormous
beard, the colour of jet, concealed the linen about his throat, and a
veritable mane, dark as night, fell upon his shoulders. His features
were not ill-matched with this sable garniture; their expression was
a fixed severity; his eye regarded you with stern scrutiny, and passed
from the examination to a melancholy reflectiveness. Yet his appearance
was suggestive of anything but ill-nature; contradictory though it may
seem, the face was a pleasant one, inviting to confidence, to respect;
if he could only have smiled, the tender humanity which lurked in the
lines of his countenance would have become evident. His age was probably
a little short of fifty.

A servant replied to his knock, and, after falling back in a momentary
alarm, introduced him to the sitting-room. He took Mrs. Waltham's hand
silently, fixed upon her the full orbs of his dark eyes, and then,
whilst still retaining her fingers, looked thoughtfully about the room.
It was a pleasant little parlour, with many an evidence of refinement
in those who occupied it. Mr. Wyvern showed something like a look of
satisfaction. He seated himself, and the chair creaked ominously beneath
him. Then he again scrutinised Mrs. Waltham.

She was a lady of fair complexion, with a double chin. Her dress
suggested elegant tastes, and her hand was as smooth and delicate as
a lady's should be. A long gold chain descended from her neck to the
watch-pocket at her waist, and her fingers exhibited several rings. She
bore the reverend gentleman's scrutiny with modest grace, almost as if
it flattered her. And indeed there was nothing whatever of ill-breeding
in Mr. Wyv