. Well, well, I 'll not anger you.
Write me the order, and let me be off."

Bramleigh sat down at his table, and wrote off a short note to his
junior partner in the bank, which he sealed and addressed; and handing
it to Cutbill, said, "This will credit you to the amount you spoke of.
It will be advanced to you as a loan without interest, to be repaid
within two years."

"All right; the thought of repayment will never spoil my night's rest. I
only wish all my debts would give me as little trouble."

"You ought to have none, Mr. Cutbill; a man of your abilities, at the
top of a great profession, and with a reputation second to none, should,
if he were commonly prudent, have ample means at his disposal."

"But that's the thing I am not, Bramleigh. I 'm not one of your safe
fellows. I drive my engine at speed, even where the line is shaky and
the rails ill-laid. Good-bye; my respects to the ladies; tell Jack, if
he 's in town within a week, to look me up at 'Limmer's.'" He emptied
the sherry into a tumbler as he spoke, drank it off, and left the room.

CHAPTER XIX. A DEPARTURE.

Some days had gone over since the scene just recorded in our last
chapter, and the house at Castello presented a very different aspect
from its late show of movement and pleasure.

Lord Culduff, on the pretence of his presence being required at the
mines, had left on the same night that Cutbill took his departure for
England. On the morning after, Jack also went away. He had passed
the night writing and burning letters to Julia; for no sooner had he
finished an epistle, than he found it too cruel, too unforgiving, too
unfeeling, by half; and when he endeavored to moderate his just anger,
he discovered signs of tenderness in his reproaches that savored of
submission. It would not be quite fair to be severe on Jack's failures,
trying as he was to do what has puzzled much wiser and craftier heads
than his. To convey all the misery he felt at parting from her, with
a just measure of reproach for her levity towards him, to mete out his
love and his anger in due doses, to say enough, but never too much, and
finally to let her know that, though he went off in a huff, it was
to carry her image in his heart through all his wanderings, never
forgetting her for a moment, whether he was carrying despatches to Cadiz
or coaling at Corfu,--to do all these, I say, becomingly and well, was
not an easy task, and especially for one who would rather have b