has not vouchsafed me a letter since the
summer. I should say from the last accounts that he was breaking.'

'He had a mysterious attack of illness just before I left' said Robert
gravely. 'It made one anxious.'

'Oh, it is the old story. All the Wendovers have died of weak hearts
or queer brains--generally of both together. I imagine you had some
experience of the Squire's queerness at one time, Mr. Elsmere. I can't
say you and he seemed to be on particularly good terms on the only
occasion I ever had the pleasure of meeting you at Murewell.'

She looked up at him, smiling grimly. She had a curiously exact memory
for the unpleasant scenes of life.

'Oh, you remember that unlucky evening!' said Robert, reddening a
little--'We soon got over that. We became great friends.'

Again, however, Lady Charlotte was struck by the quiet melancholy of his
tone. How strangely the look of youth--which had been so attractive in
him the year before--had ebbed from the man's face--from complexion,
eyes, expression! She stared at him, full of a brusque, tormenting
curiosity as to the how and why.

'I hope there is some one among you strong enough to manage Miss Rose,'
she said presently, with an abrupt change of subject. 'That little
sister-in-law of yours is going to be the rage.'

'Heaven forbid!' cried Robert fervently.

'Heaven will do nothing of the kind. She is twice as pretty as she was
last year; I am told she plays twice as well. She had always the sort of
manner that provoked people one moment and charmed them the next.
And, to judge by my few words with her just now, I should say she had
developed it finely. Well, now, Mr. Elsmere, who is going to take care
of her?'

'I suppose we shall all have a try at it, Lady Charlotte.'

'Her mother doesn't look to me a person of nerve enough,' said Lady
Charlotte coolly. 'She is a girl certain--absolutely certain--to have
adventures, and you may as well be prepared for them.'

'I can only trust she will disappoint your expectations, Lady
Charlotte,' said Robert, with a slightly sarcastic emphasis.

'Elsmere, who is that man talking to Miss Leyburn?' asked Langham as the
two friends stood side by side, a little later, watching the spectacle.

'A certain Mr. Flaxman, brother to a pretty little neighbor of ours in
Surrey--Lady Helen Varley--and nephew to Lady Charlotte. I have not seen
him here before; but I think the girls like him.'

'Is he the Flaxman who got the mathe