urned to the picture-gallery in
time to receive that delicious liqueur from the footman's hands.

"You will naturally ask why I found it necessary to supply myself (if I
may borrow an expression from the language of State finance) with this
'forced loan.' I was actuated by motives which I think do me honor. My
position at the time was critical in the extreme. My credit with the
money-lenders was at an end; my friends had all turned their backs on
me. I must either take the money or disgrace my family. If there is a
man living who is sincerely attached to his family, I am that man. I
took the money.

"Conceive your position as my aunt (I say nothing of myself), if I had
adopted the other alternative. Turned out of the Jockey Club, turned
out of Tattersalls', turned out of the betting-ring; in short, posted
publicly as a defaulter before the noblest institution in England, the
Turf--and all for want of five hundred pounds to stop the mouth of
the greatest brute I know of, Alfred Hardyman! Let me not harrow your
feelings (and mine) by dwelling on it. Dear and admirable woman! To
you belongs the honor of saving the credit of the family; I can claim
nothing but the inferior merit of having offered you the opportunity.

"My IOU, it is needless to say, accompanies these lines. Can I do
anything for you abroad?--F. S."

To this it is only necessary to add (first) that Moody was perfectly
right in believing F. S. to be the person who informed Hardyman's father
of Isabel's position when she left Lady Lydiard's house; and (secondly)
that Felix did really forward Mr. Troy's narrative of the theft to
the French police, altering nothing in it but the number of the lost
bank-note.

What is there left to write about? Nothing is left--but to say good-by
(very sorrowfully on the writer's part) to the Persons of the Story.

Good-by to Miss Pink--who will regret to her dying day that Isabel's
answer to Hardyman was No.

Good-by to Lady Lydiard--who differs with Miss Pink, and would have
regretted it, to _her_ dying day, if the answer had been Yes.

Good-by to Moody and Isabel--whose history has closed with the closing
of the clergyman's book on their wedding-day.

Good-by to Hardyman--who has sold his farm and his horses, and has begun
a new life among the famous fast trotters of America.

Good-by to Old Sharon--who, a martyr to his promise, brushed his hair
and washed his face in honor of Moody's marriage; and catching a
s