p."

"But Jock can't tell his lordship what I have to say to him. I have
to see his lordship on most important business," said she, in her
dismay.

"I'm telling you no more that what my lord said his ain sell. He just
crawled down here his ain sell. 'If a woman comes,' said he, 'don't
let her through the gate till she sends up word what she's got to say
to me.'" And the portress looked as though she were resolved to obey
her master's orders.

"Good heavens! There must be some mistake in this, I'm sure. I am the
clergyman of Staplehurst--I mean his widow. Staplehurst, you know;
his lordship's property."

"I didna know nothing aboot it."

"Oh, drive on, post-boy. There must be some mistake. The woman must
be making some dreadful mistake."

At last the courage of the lodge-keeper gave way before the
importance of the post-chaise, and she did permit Mrs. Wilkinson to
proceed.

"Mither," said the woman's eldest hope, "you'll cotch it noo."

"Eh, lad; weel. He'll no hang me." And so the woman consoled herself.

The house called Bowes Lodge looked damper and greener, more dull,
silent, and melancholy, even than it had done when Arthur made his
visit. The gravel sweep before the door was covered by weeds, and the
shrubs looked as though they had known no gardener's care for years.
The door itself did not even appear to be for purposes of ingress and
egress, and the post-boy had to search among the boughs and foliage
with which the place was overgrown before he could find the bell.
When found, it sounded with a hoarse, rusty, jangling noise, as
though angry at being disturbed in so unusual a manner.

But, rusty and angry as it was, it did evoke a servant--though not
without considerable delay. A cross old man did come at last, and
the door was slowly opened. "Yes," said the man. "The marquis was
at home, no doubt. He was in the study. But that was no rule why he
should see folk." And then he looked very suspiciously at the big
trunk, and muttered something to the post-boy, which Mrs. Wilkinson
could not hear.

"Will you oblige me by giving my card to his lordship--Mrs.
Wilkinson? I want to see him on very particular business. I wrote to
his lordship to say that I should be here."

"Wrote to his lordship, did you? Then it's my opinion he won't see
you at all."

"Yes, he will. If you'll take him my card, I know he'll see me. Will
you oblige me, sir, by taking it into his lordship?" And she put on
her most imperi