winced. Lady Newhaven had mentioned no name
in the earlier stages of her story while she had some vestige of
self-command; but now at last the Christian name slipped out unawares.

Rachel strove to speak calmly. She told herself there were many Hughs in
the world.

"Is Mr. Hugh Scarlett the man you mean?" she asked. If she had died for
it, she must have asked that question.

"Yes," said Lady Newhaven.

A shadow fell on Rachel's face, as on the face of one who suddenly
discovers, not for the first time, an old enemy advancing upon him under
the flag of a new ally.

"I shall always love him," gasped Lady Newhaven, recovering herself
sufficiently to recall a phrase which she had made up the night before.
"I look upon it as a spiritual marriage."

CHAPTER VIII

A square-set man and honest.
--TENNYSON.

"Dick," said Lord Newhaven, laying hold of that gentleman as he was
leaving Tattersall's, "what mischief have you been up to for the last
ten days?"

"I lay low till I got my clothes," said Dick, "and then I went to the
Duke of ----. I've just been looking at a hack for him. He says he does
not want one that takes a lot of sitting on. I met him the first night I
landed. In fact, I stepped out of the train on to his royal toe
travelling incog. I was just going to advise him to draw in his feelers
a hit and give the Colonies a chance, when he turned round and I saw who
it was. I knew him when I was A.D.C. at Melbourne before I took to the
drink. He said he thought he'd know my foot anywhere, and asked me down
for ---- races."

"And you enjoyed it?"

"Rather. I did not know what to call the family at first, so I asked him
if he had any preference and what was the right thing, and he told me
how I must hop up whenever he came in, and all that sort of child's
play. There was a large party and some uncommonly pretty women. And I
won a tenner off his Royal Highness, and here I am."

"And what are you going to do now?"

"Go down to the city and see what Darneil's cellars are like before I
store my wine in them. It won't take long. Er!--I say, Cack--Newhaven?"

"Well?"

"Ought I to--how about my calling on Miss--? I never caught her name."

"Miss West, the heiress?"

"Yes. Little attention on my part."

"Did she ask you to call?"

"No, but I think it was an oversight. I expect she would like it."

"Well, then, go and be--snubbed."

"I don't want snubbing. A little thin