hard, as soon as he and his companion were out of
hearing, "I rely on you to do me a favour."

"On me?"

"On you, and you alone. You have influence with all those people, and
a word from you will effect what I desire. Mrs. M'Catchley," added
Richard, with a solemnity that was actually imposing, "I flatter myself
that you have some friendship for me, which is more than I can say of
any other soul in these grounds; will you do me this favour, ay or no?"

"What is it, Mr. Avenel?" asked Mrs. M'Catchley, much disturbed, and
somewhat softened,--for she was by no means a woman without feeling;
indeed, she considered herself nervous.

"Get all your friends--all the company, in short-to come back into the
tent for refreshments, for anything. I want to say a few words to them."

"Bless me! Mr. Avenel--a few words!" cried the widow, "but that's just
what they're all afraid of. You must pardon me, but you really can't ask
people to a dejeune dansant, and then--scold 'em!"

"I'm not going to scold them," said Air. Avenel, very seriously,--"upon
my honour, I'm not. I'm going to make all right, and I even hope
afterwards that the dancing may go on--and that you will honour me again
with your hand. I leave you to your task; and believe me, I'm not an
ungrateful man." He spoke, and bowed--not without some dignity--and
vanished within the breakfast division of the marquee. There he busied
himself in re-collecting the waiters, and directing them to re-arrange
the mangled remains of the table as they best could. Mrs. M'Catchley,
whose curiosity and interest were aroused, executed her commission with
all the ability and tact of a woman of the world, and in less than a
quarter of an hour the marquee was filled, the corks flew, the champagne
bounced and sparkled, people drank in silence, munched fruits and cakes,
kept up their courage with the conscious sense of numbers, and felt a
great desire to know what was coming. Mr. Avenel, at the head of the
table, suddenly rose.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," said he, "I have taken the liberty to invite you
once more into this tent, in order to ask you to sympathize with me upon
an occasion which took us all a little by surprise to-day.

"Of course, you all know I am a new man,--the maker of my own fortunes."

A great many heads bowed involuntarily. The words were said manfully,
and there was a general feeling of respect. "Probably, too," resumed Mr.
Avenel, "you may know that I am the son of ver