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CHAPTER I.
THE HEIRESS AND THE POET.
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THE LADY
OF LYNN
By SIR WALTER BESANT
HE happiest day of my
life up to that time, be
cause I should be the
basest and the most
ungrateful of men were
I not to confess that
I have since enjoyed
many days far excell
ing in happiness that day, was the 20th
day of June in the year of grace 1^7.
For on that day, being my nineteenth
birthday, I was promoted, though so
young, to be mate or chief oTficer on
board my ship, the Lady of Lynn,
Captain Jaggard, then engaged in the
Lisbon trade.
I will tell you presently how I was so
fortunate as to be apprenticed to so
fine a craft as the Lady of Lynn. Just
now it is enough to set down that she
was the finest vessel in the little fleet
of ships belonging to my young mis
tress, Molly Miller, ward of Captain
Crowle. There were eight ships, all
Iier ownthe Lady of Lynn, the ship in
which I served my apprenticeship the
Jolly Miller, named after her father
the Lovely Molly, after herself the
Joseph and Jennifer, after her par
ents the Pride of Lynn, the Beauty
of Lynn, the Glory of Lynn and the
Honor of Lynnall of which you may
take if you like as named after their
owner. Molly owned them all.
I have to tell you in this place why
one day in especial must eve? be re
membered by me as the most surpris
ing and the happiest that I had ever
known.
I was standing on the quarter deck
on duty when the boy came up the
companion, saying that the captain
wanted to speak to me. So I followed,
little thinking of what he had to say,
expecting no more than some question
about log or cargo, such as the skipper
is always putting to his officers.
In the captain's cabin, however, I
found sitting at the table not only Cap
tain Jaggard himself, but my old
friend and patron, Captain Crowle.
His jolly face was full of satisfaction
and good humor, so that it gave one
pleasure only to look at him. But he
sat upright and assumed the air of dig
nity which spoke of the quarter deck. A
man who has walked that part of the
ship in command doth never lose the
look of authority.
"John rentecrosse," he began, "I have
sent for you in order to inform you
that on the recommendation of Captain
Jaggard here"Captain Jaggard grave
ly inclined his head in acquiescence
"and with the consent of Miss Molly
Miller, sole proprietor of this good ship,
the Lady of Lynn, I have promoted
you to the rank of chief officer."
"Sir!" I cried, overwhelmed, for in
deed I had no reason to expect this
promotion for another two or three
years. "What can I say?"
"We don't want you to say anything,
Jack, my lad." The captain came
down from the quarter deck and be
came my old friend again. "Give me
your hand. You're young, but there's
never a better sailor afloat, is there.
Captain Jaggard?"
"None, Captain Crowle none for his
yeais."
"For his years naturally. He's salt
thiough and through, isn't he, Captain
Jaggard?"
"And through, Captain Crowle." My
skipper was a man of grave aspect and
few words.
"Well, then, let us drink the lad's
health." And upon that the cabin boy,
who needed no further order, dived in
to the locker, produced a bottle, opened
it and placed three glasses.
"No better Lisbon," said Captain
Jaggard, pouring it out. "Goes even
to the table of the king, God bless
him!"
"Now, gentlemen"Captain Crowle
pushed a glass to me"first a glass to
Miss Molly, my little maid. Jack,
you've been her playfellow, and you're
now her servant"
"I could ask nothing better, sir."
"I knowa good and zealous servant.
Drink it off, a full glass, running over,
to Molly Miller."
We obeyed, nothing loath.
"And now, Captain Jaggard, here's
the health of your new mate, long to
serve under you, your right hand, your
eyes open when you are off the deck,
your sailing master, the keeper of your
log. Jack Pentecrosse, I drink to your
good luck."
That was the event which made this
day the happiest in my life. Another
event of which I thought little at the
time was more important still in the
after consequences. This was the hu
miliation of Samuel Semple.
In the evening as soon as I could get
ashore I repaired, as in duty bound, to
pay my respects to my young mistress.
She was sitting in the summer house
with some needlework. Beside her sat
her good old black woman, Nigra.
"Jack!" She dropped her work and
jumped up to meet me. "I thought ypxi
would come this evening. Oh, are you
pleased?"
"You knew I should come, Molly.
Why, have I not to thank you for my
promotion?"
She gave me her hand with her sweet
frankness and her smiling face.
"I would make you captain, Jack, but
my guardian will not hear of it All in
good time, though. I am only waiting.
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I ara proud of you, Jack, because ev
erybody speaks so well of you. I met
your father this morning and gave him
the good news to rejoice his good old
heart. He?was too proud to confess his
joy. But we know him, don't we, Jack?
Well, I confess I shall not be happy till
you are Captain Pentecrosse, with a
share in every cargo."
"Nay, Molly, the ship is yours, and I
am but your servant, though a proud
and joyful servant."
And so we sat and talked, while Ni
gra went on with her work, sitting at
the feet of her mistress, whom she
watched all the time as a dog keeps
one eye always upon his master.
At this time my mistress was 1G, a
time when many girls are already mar
ried. But she was still a child, or a
young girl at heart, being one of those
who, like a fine Orleans plum, ripen
slowly and are all the better for the
time they take. In person, if I may
speak of what should be sacred, she
was finely made, somewhat taller than
the average, her hair of that fair color
which Is the chief glory of the Eng
lish maiden. If a Lisbon girl could
show that fair hair, with those blue
eyes and that soft cheek touched with
ruddy hue and the velvet bloom of the
September peach, she would draw aft
er her the whole town, with the king
and his court and even the grand in
quisitor and his accursed crew of tor
turers.
She was of a truly affectionate dispo
sition, her mind being as lovely as her
face. In manners she was easy and
compliant, in discourse sometimes
grave and sometimes merry. As for
her great possessions, she was so sim
ple in her tastes and habits, being in
all respects like the daughter of a
plain merchantman's skipper, that she
understood little or nothing of what
these possessions meant or what they
might bestow upon her.
No one, however, must believe that
there was any thought or discourse con
cerning love between us. I had been
her companion and playfellow. I knew
her very mind and could tell at any
time of what she was thinking. Some
times her thoughts were of high and
serious things. Mostly they were of
things simple, such as the prospects of
the last brew or the success of the
latest cordial. Of suitors she had none,
although she was now, as I said, 16
years of age. There were no suitors. I
very well know why, because, perhaps
for friendly reasons, Captain Crowle
had told me something of his ambition
for his ward. She was too rich and
too good for the young men of Lynn.
What would any of them do with such
an heiress? She was too rich and too
good even for the gentlefolk of the
county, a hearty, rough, good natured
people who hunted and shot and feast
ed and drank. What would they do
with an heiress of wealth beyond their
highest hopes had they any knowledge
of her wealth? But I believe that they
had none. No one knew how rich she
was except the captain. The girl was
intended by her guardian for some
great man. He knew not as yet how
he should find this great man, but he
knew that there were very few, even
of the noble lords in the house of peers,
whose fortune or whose income would
compare with that of his wardhis lit
tle maid. And I, who knew this ambi
tion, knew# also that I was trusted not
to betray confidence nor to disturb the
girl's mind by any talk of love. Now,
the mind of a young maid piously dis
posed is like the surface of a calm sea,
which looks up to the sky and reflects
the blue of heaven, undisturbed till
Dan Cupid comes along and agitates
the calm with the reflection of some
shepherd swain and ripples the surface
with new thoughts which are allowed
by heaven, but belong not to any of its
many mansions.
Therefore we talked of everything
except love.
The sun went down as we sat talk
ing. The sun went down, and the soft
twilight of June, the month which
most I love because there is no dark
ness and a man on watch can discern
ahead breakers and ships as well as
the vast circle of the rolling sea. And
then Nigra gathered her work together
and arose.
"Come to supper, honey," she said.
"Corne, Massa Jack," and she led the
way.
Supper over, the captain, instead of
turning round his chair to the fireplace,
filling his pipe and calling for another
glass of October, as we expected, push
ed back his chair and rose with dig
nity.
"Jennifer," he addressed Molly's
mother, "the persuader."
Jennifer was her Christian name. She
got up and drew from the corner by the
cupboard a stout crab tree cudgel,
twisted and gnarled like the old tree
from which it came. "Be not revenge
ful, John," she said".
"No, no. I am a justice of the peace.
I am captain on my own quarter deck.
Punishment I shall bestow, not re
venge."
"Well, John, but he is young, and
you are old."
Captain Crowle laughed. "Young, is
he? And I am old, am I? We shall
see."
Some one was going to be tried, judg
ed, found guilty, sentenced and to re
ceive his sentence at once. The thing
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wherefore his shoulders became round
ed and his head hung down and his
knees trembled. Samuel Semple was
caught in a trap. Some young fellows
would have made a fight of it, but not
Samuel. All he thought about was
submission and nonresistance, which
might provoke pity.
"Three times, jackanapes, hast thou
presumed to send stuff to my ward.
Here they are." He took from me the
last sheet of doggerel verse and drew
from his pocket two more. "Here they
areone, two, threeall addressed to
the matchless Molly. Why, thou im
pudent villain, what devil prompted
thee to call her matchless Molly?
Matchless to such as you! Take that,
sirrah, and that!" They were laid on
with a will. The poet groaned, but
made no reply, again looking vainly to
right and left for some way of escape.
The basting which followed was real
ly worthy of the days when Captain
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tice of the peace
"Come with me, Jack. It shall not be
said that I inflicted this punishment
without a witness. All the world shall
know about it, if be the culprit de
sires. Come with me. Jennifer, keep
within, and if you hear groans praise
the Lord for the correction of a sin-
ner."
Greatly marveling, I followed the
captain as he marched out of the par
lor. Arrived at the garden, he looked
around. "So," he said, "^e has not yet
come. Perhaps it is light enough for
you to read some of. his pernicious
stuff." With that he put his hand into
his pocket and drew forth a paper.
"Read that, Jack. I say, read it"
I obeyed. The twilight gave sufficient
light for reading the manuscript. Be
sides, the writing was large and bold
characters. "Why," I said, "I know
this writing. It is Sam Semple's."
"Very good. Go on, therefore"
At the very first words I undei stood
what had already happened and guess
ed pretty welj,what was going to hap
pen.
"Molly divine! Thy heavenly charms prevail,
As when the sun doth rise stars fade and pale'"
"No need for much more of the rub
bish, Jack. Read the last of it. I read
it all, and it made me sick."
"So, matchless maid, thy silence grants consent.
See, at thy feet, the poet's knee as bent
When evening roses scatter fragrance faint
And the sad Philomel renews his plaint."
"Did ever man hear such stuff, Jack?
Go on."
"Within this bow'r, afar from sight of men,
Tomorrow, Wednesday, at the hour of ten,
That bow'r, a shrine of love and temple fair,
I will await theeSamuel Semplethere
"What do you think of that, Jack?
Samuel Semple, the ragged, skulking,
sniveling, impudent son of a thieving
exciseman! A very fine lover for my
little maid! Ha, will he? Will he?"
The captain grasped his cudgel with
resolution.
"Sir!" I said, with submission. "What
did Molly say to this precious epistle?"
"Molly? Dost think that I would
let the little maid see such ranting
stuff? Not so. The black woman
brought the precious letters to me.
There are three of them. Wait, Jack.
Thou shalt see. Hush! I hear his
step. Let us get into the summer
house and lie snug to see what hap-
pens."
We stepped into the summer house,
now pretty dark, and waited expectant.
Like the captain, I was filled with
amazement that Samuel, whom I knew
well, who was my schoolfellow, should
presume to lift his eyes so high. Alas!
There is no bound or limit, I am as
sured, to the presumption of such as
this stringer of foolish rhymes. Yet
I felt some compunction for him be
cause he would most assuredly receive
a basting such as would cure him ef
fectually of the passion called kne, so
far as this qj)ject was concerned.
Presently we heard footsteps crunch
ing the gravel. "Snug, my lad. Lie
snug," whispered the captain. We
heard the steps making their way
along the path between the gooseberry
and currant bushes. Then they came
out upon the grass lawn before the
summer house. "The grass is as big
as a quarter deck, Jack," said the cap
tain. "It will serve for the basting of
a measly clerk. I've knocked down
many a mutinous dog in the quarter
deck."
The poet came to the summer house
and stood outside, irresolute. He could
not see the two occupants. He hemmed
twice aloud. There was no reply.
"Matchless Molly!" he whispered.
"Divine maid! I am here at thy feet.
Nymph of the azure sea, I am here."
"The devil you are!" cried the cap
tain, stepping out. "Why, here is a
precious villain for you! Jack, cut him
off in the rear if he tries to get away.
Soso, my young quill driver, you
would poach on the preserves of your
betters, would you? Would you?
Would you?" At each repetition he
banged the wooden post of the sum
mer house with his cudgel.
The poet made no reply, but he look
ed to right and to left and behind him
for a way of escape, but found none.
"mutiny and drove the whole crew un
der hatches.
It was a poor, shrinking, trembling
figure full of bruises and aches and
pains that presently arose and slunk
away. I should have felt sorry for
him had he taken punishment like a
man. Why, I would maroon any of my
crew who would cry and grovel and
snivel when tied up tor his three dozen.
It made one sick and ashamed to see
him and to hear him, with his "Mercy,
captain! Oh, enough, good captain!
Oh, captain, I confess! I deserve it all.
Never again, captain. Oh, forgiveness,
forgiveness!" and so on. I say it made
me sick and ashamed. When all was
over, I followed him to the garden
gate. "Oh, Jack," he groaned, "you
stood by and saw it all! I am a dea
man. He shall be hanged for it. You
are the witness. I am nothing but a
bag of broken bones, ribs and collar
bones and skull. I am a poor, unfortu
nate, murdered man. I am done to
death with a cudgel."
"Go home," I said. "You
You cry like a whipped cur.
ed? Not you. Cudgeled you are, and
well you deserved it. Go home and
get brown paper and vinegar and tell
all the town how you have been cudg
eled for writing verses to a matchless
maid. They will laugh, Sam Semple.
They will laugh."
The captain went back to the parlor
somewhat flushed with the exercise.
"Justice," he said, "has been done
without the cart and the cat. My pipe,
Jennifer, and the home brewed. Mol
ly, my dear, your very good health."
A day or two afterward we heard
that Sam Semple had gone to London
to make his fortune. He was carried
thither by the wagon that once a week
makes the journey to London, return
ing the following week. But when
Sam Semple came back it was in a
chaise, with much splendor, as in due
course you shall hear. You shall also
hear of the singular gratitude with
which he repaid the captain for that
wholesome correction.
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Murder
CHAPTER II.
A NOBLE LORD.
is three years later.
We are now in the year
1750. At 12 o'clock in
the morning the ante
room of the townhouse
of the right honorable
the Earl of Fylingdale
was tolerably filled
with a mixed company attending his
levee.
Soon after 12 o'clock the doors of the
private apartments were throw* open,
and his lordship appeared wearing the
look of dignity and proud condescen
sion combined which well became the
star he wore and the ancient title
which he had inherited. His age was
about 30, a time of life when there lin
ger some remains of youth and the se
rious responsibilities are yet with some
men hardly felt. His face was cold
and proud and hard, the lips firmly set,
the eyes keen and even piercing, the
features regular, his stature tall, but
not ungainly his figure manly. It was
remarkable among those who knew
him intimately that there was as yet
no sign of luxurious living on face and
figure. He was not as yet swelled out
with wine and punch his neck was
still slender, his face pale, without any
telltale marks of wine and debauchery.
So far as appearance goes, he might
pass if he chose for a person of the
most rigid and even austere virtue.
This, as I have said, was considered
remarkable by his friends, most of
whom were already stamped on face
and feature and figure with the out
ward and visible tokens of a profligate
life, for, to confess the truth at the
very beginning and not to attempt con
cealment or to suffer a false belief as
regards this nobleman, he was nothing
better than a cold blooded, pitiless, self
ish libertine, a rake and a voluptuary,
one who knew and obeyed no laws
save the laws of (so called) honor.
These laws allow a man to waste his
fortune at the gaming table, to ruin
confiding girls, to spend his time with
rake companions in drink and not
and debauchery of all kinds. He must,
however, pay his gambling debts he
must not cheat at cards he must be
polite in speech he must be ready to
fight whenever the occasion calls for
his sword and the quarrel seems of suf
ficient importance. Lord Fylingdale,
however, was not among those who
found his chief pleasure scouring the
streets and in mad riot. You shall
learn in due course what forms of
pleasure chiefly attracted him.
I have said that his face was proud.
There was not, I believe, any man liv
ing in the whole world who could com
pare with Lord Fylingdale for pride.
An overwhelming pride sat upon his
brow, was proclaimed by his eyes and
was betrayed by his carriage. With
such pride did Lucifer look round upon
his companions, fallen as they were
and in the depths of hopeless ruin.
He was dressed in a manner becom
ing to his rank. Need we dwell upon
his coat of purple velvet, his embroid
ered waistcoat, his white silk stock
ings, his lace of ruffles and cravat, his
gold buckles and his gold clocks, his
laced hat carried under his arm, his
jeweled sword hilt and the rings upon
his fingers? You would think by his
dress that his wealth was equal to his
pride, and by his reception of the suit
ors that his power was equal to both
pride and wealth together.
The levee began. One after the other
stepped up to him, spoke a few words,
received a few words in reply and re
tired, each apparently well pleased,
for promises cost nothing. To the poet
who asked for a subscription and prof
fered a dedication my lord promised
the former, accepted the latter and
added a few words of praise and good
wishes. But the subscription was nev
er paid, and the dedication was after
ward altered so far as the superserip
tion to another noble patron. To the
clergyman who asked for a country
living then vacant my lord promised
the most kindly consideration and bade
him write his request and send it him
by letter for better assurance of re
membrance. To the officer he promised
his company as only due to gallantry
and military skill. To the place hunter
he promised a post far beyond the
dreams and the hopes of the suppliant.
Nothing more came of it to either.
The company grew thin. One after
the other the suitors withdrew to feed
on promises. It is like opening your
mouth to drink the wind. But 'twas
all they got.
When they were gone, Lord Fyling
dale looked round the room. In the
window stood, dangling a cane from
his wrist, a gentleman dressed in the
highest and the latest fashion.
Yet when one looked more closely it
was seen that this gallant exterior ar
rayed an ancient gentleman whose
years were proclaimed by the sharpen
ing of his features, the ^v rmkles of his
feet, the crop's feet round his eyes
and his bending shoulders, which* he
continually endeavored to set square
and upright. Hat in one hand and
snuffbox in the other, he ambled to
ward his lordship on tiptoe, which hap
pened just then to be the fashionable
gait.
"Thy servant, Sir Harry." My lord
offered him his hand with condescen
sion. "It warms my heart to see thee
Therefore I sent a letter. Briefly, Sir
Harry, wouldst do me a service?"
"I am always at your lordship's com
mands. This, I hope, I have proved."
"Then, Sir Harry, this is the case.
It is probable that for certain private
reasons I may have to pay a visit to a
country town, a town of tarpaulins and
traders, not a town of fashion." Sir
Harry shuddered. "Patience, my
friend. I know not how long I shall
endure the barbaric company. But I
must go. There are reasons let me
whisper, reasons of state, important
secretswhich call me there." Sir Har
ry smiled and looked incredulous. "I
want on the spot a friend"Sir Harry
smiled again, as oe who began to un
derstand"a friend who would ap
pear to be a stranger. Would you,
therefore, play the part of such a
friend?"
"I will do whatever your lordship
commands. Yet to leave town at this
season"it was then the month of
April "the assembly, the park, the
card table, the society of the ladies It
is possible that the Lady Anastasia
may go there. She will, as usual, keep
the bank if she does go."
The old beau's face cleared, whether
in anticipation of Lady Anastasia's so
ciety or her card table know not.
"My character, Sir Harry, will be in
your hands. I leave it there confident
ly. For reasonsreasons of stateit
should be a character of"
"I understand. Your lordship is a
model of all the virtues"
"So we understand. My secretary
will converse with thee further on the
point of expenditure."
Sir Harry retired, bowing and twist
ing his body something like an ape.
Then a gentleman in scarlet present
ed himself.
"Your lordship's most obedient," he
said, with scant courtesy. "I come in
obedience to your letter of command."
"Colonel, you will hold yourself in
readiness to go into the country. There
will be play. You may lose as much as
you please to Sir Harry Malyus or to
any one else whom my secretary will
point out to you. Perhaps you may
have to receive a remonstrance fiom
me. We are strangers, remember, and
I am no gambler, though I sometimes
take a card." And he, too, retired.
There remained one suitor. He was a
clergyman dressed in a fine silk cas
sock with bands of the whitest and a
noble wig of the order ecclesiastic. I
doubt if the archbishop himself had a
finer.
"Good, my lord," he said. "I am, as
usual, a suppliant. The rectory of St.
Leonard le Size, Jewry, in the City, is
now vacant. With my small benefices
in the country it would suit me hugely.
A word "i'om your lordship to the lord
mayorthe rectory is in the gift of the
corporationwould, I am sure, suffice."
"You are living, as us.ual, I suppose,
at great expense."
"At small expense considering my
abilities, but still at greater expense
than my slender income will allow.
Am I not your lordship's domestic
chaplain? Must I not keep up the dig
nity due to the position?"
"Your dignity is costly. I must get a
bishopric or a deanery for you. Mean
time I have a small service to ask of
you."
"Small? My lord, let it be great it
cannot be too great."
"It is that you go into the country
for me."
"Not to Bath or to Oxford?"
"Not to either to another place,
where they know not thy name or thy
fame. Very good. I thought I could
depend upon your loyalty. As for ar
rangements and time, you will hear
from my secretary." So my lord turned
on his heel, and his chaplain was dis
missed.
When the levee was finished and
everybody gone, Lord Fylingdale sank
Into a chair. I know not the nature of
his thoughts save that they were not
pleasant, for his face grew darker ev
ery moment. Finally he sprang to his
feet and rang the bell. "Tell Mr. Sem
ple that I would speak with him," he
ordered.
Mr. Semple, the same Samuel whom
you have seen under a basting from the
captain, was now changed and for the
better. He wore the dress of a poet.
At this time he also called himself sec
retary to his lordship.
"Semple," said his lordship, crossing
his legs and playing with the tassel of
his sword knot, "I have read thy let
ter"
"Your lordship will impute"
"First, what is the meaning of the
preamble?"
SiSy.
"I hare Tteen your lordship's Secre
tary for six months. I have therefor*
perused all your lordship's letters. 1
have also in my zeal for your lordship'*
interests looked about me, and I die
covered what I ventured to state in
that preamble."
"Well, sir?"
"Namely, that the Fylingdale estate,
are gone so far as your lordship's life I
concerned, but in a word all is gone
and thatyour lordship will pardon tl.t
plain truthyour lordship's credit car
not last long and thatI now touch
most delicate point to a man of yoi
lordship's nice sense of honorthe on
ly resource left is precarious."
"You mean"
"I mean a certain lady and a certa':
bank."
"How, sir? Do you dare? What h
put this suspicion into your head?"
"Nay, my lord I have no thought lm
for your lordship's interests, bel'^
me."
"And so you tell me about the ru^t
heiress, and you propose a plan"
"I have had the temerity to do so."
"Yes. Tell me once more about th
firl and about her fortune."
"Her name is Molly Miller. She
an orphan. Her guardian is an hone-
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sailor who has taken the greatest care
of her property. She was an heiress
already when her father died. That
was 18 years ago. She is now 19."
"Is she passableto look at? A hoi
den with a high color, I warrant."
"A cream colored complexion touch
ed with red and pink, light hair in curls
and blu* eyes, the face and figure of a
Venus, the sweetest mouth in the
world and the fondest manner."
"Hang me if the fellow isn't in love
with her himself! At she is all tins,
man, why not apply yourself for the
post of spouse?"
"Because her guardian keeps off all
would be lovers and destines his ward
for a gentleman at least, for a noble
man he hopes."
"He is ambitious. Now as to her
fortune."
"She has a fleet of half a dozen tall
vessels nay, there are more, but I
know not how many. I was formerly
a clerk in a counting house of the
town, and I learned a great dealwhat
each is worth and what the freight of
each voyage may producebut not all
The captain, her guardian, keeps
things close. My lord, I can assure you
from what I learned that capacity
and by looking into old books that she
must be worth o%er 100,000, over
100,000!"
"I can take this fortune without your
assistance."
"With submission, my lord, you can
not. I know too much. The girl's for
tune when you have it will go the same
way as your rents and woods have
gone. Provide for me, therefore, be
fore you begin to spend that money."
"I will give you a life position, with
200 a year. The girl, you say, has no
lover."
"She has no lover. Your lordship's
rank, your manner, your appearance,
will certainly carry the day. By con
trast alone with the country bumpkins
the heart of the girl will be won."
"Mr. Semple," his lordship yawned,
"do you suppose that the heart of the
girl concerns me? Go and complete
your scheme."
The Lady Anastasia as in her dress
ing room in the hands of her fnseur.the
French hairdresser, and her maid. She
was the young widow of an old baron
et. She was also the daughter of an
earl and the sister of his successor.
She therefore enjoyed the freedom of a
widow, the happiness natural to youth
and all the privileges of rank. No wo
man could be happier. It was reported
that her love of the card table had
greatly impaired her income. The
world said that her own private dowry
was wholly gone and a large part of
her jointure.
She kept a small establishment in
Mount street. Her people consisted of
no more than two footmen, a butler, a
lady's maid, a housekeeper and three
or four maids, with two chairmen. She
did not live as a rich woman. She re
ceived, it is true, twice a week, on Sun
days and Wednesdays, but not with
any expense of supper and wine. Her
friends came to play cards, and she
held the bank for them. On other
evenings she went out and played at
the houses of her friends.
While the friseur was still complet
ing her head Lord Fylingdale was an
nounced. The lady blushed violently.
She sat up and looked anxiously in the
'Betty," she cried, "a touch of red
not much, you clumsy creature! Will
you never learn to have a lighter hand?
So! That is better. I am horribly pale.
His lordship can wait in the morning
room. You have nearly finished, mon
sieur? Quick, thenthe last touches!
Betty, the flowered satin petticoat!
fan! The pearl necklace! So!" She
looked again at the glass. "Am I look
ing tolerable, Betty?"
"Yoar ladyship is ravishing," said
Betty, finishing the toilet.
Lady Anastasia swam out of the
room with a gliding movement, then
the fashion, and entered the morning
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