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  "What's she like?" asked Mary.

  "Oh, she's nice enough," was the reply, "only I don't care for her and she doesn't care for me. It won't be much fun for either of us," and his lordship laughed dismally.

  "How do you know she doesn't care for you?" asked Mary. A woman may be critical of her lover's shortcomings, but at the very least he is good enough for every other woman.

  "Well, she happens to care for somebody else," answered his lordship, "she told me so herself."

  That would account for it.

  "And is she willing to marry you?" inquired Mary.

  His lordship shrugged his shoulders.

  "Oh, well, you know, her people want it," he replied.

  In spite of her trouble, the girl could not help a laugh. These young swells seemed to have but small wills of their own. Her ladyship, on the other side of the door, grew nervous. It was the only sound she had been able to hear.

  "It's deuced awkward," explained his lordship, "when you're—well, when you are anybody, you know. You can't do as you like. Things are expected of you, and there's such a lot to be considered."

  Mary rose and clasped her pretty dimpled hands, from which she had drawn her gloves, behind his neck.

  "You do love me, Jack?" she said, looking up into his face.

  For answer the lad hugged her to him very tightly, and there were tears in his eyes.

  "Look here, Mary," he cried, "if I could only get rid of my position, and settle down with you as a country gentleman, I'd do it to-morrow. Damn the title, it's going to be the curse of my life."

  Perhaps in that moment Mary also wished that the title were at the bottom of the sea, and that her lover were only the plain Mr. John Robinson she had thought him. These big, stupid men are often very loveable in spite of, or because of their weakness. They appeal to the mother side of a woman's heart, and that is the biggest side in all good women.

  Suddenly however, the door opened. The countess appeared, and sentiment flew out. Lord C-, releasing Mary, sprang back, looking like a guilty school-boy.

  "I thought I heard Miss Sewell go out," said her ladyship in the icy tones that had never lost their power of making her son's heart freeze within him. "I want to see you when you are free."

  "I shan't be long," stammered his lordship. "Mary—Miss Sewell is just going."

  Mary waited without moving until the countess had left and closed the door behind her. Then she turned to her lover and spoke in quick, low tones.

  "Give me her address—the girl they want you to marry!"

  "What are you going to do?" asked his lordship.

  "I don't know," answered the girl, "but I'm going to see her."

  She scribbled the name down, and then said, looking the boy squarely in the face:

  "Tell me frankly, Jack, do you want to marry me, or do you not?"

  "You know I do, Mary," he answered, and his eyes spoke stronger than his words. "If I weren't a silly ass, there would be none of this trouble. But I don't know how it is; I say to myself I'll do, a thing, but the mater talks and talks and—"

  "I know," interrupted Mary with a smile. "Don't argue with her, fall in with all her views, and pretend to agree with her."

  "If you could only think of some plan," said his lordship, catching at the hope of her words, "you are so clever."

  "I am going to try," answered Mary, "and if I fail, you must run off with me, even if you have to do it right before your mother's eyes."

  What she meant was, "I shall have to run off with you," but she thought it better to put it the other way about.

  Mary found her involuntary rival a meek, gentle little lady, as much under the influence of her blustering father as was Lord C-under that of his mother. What took place at the interview one can only surmise; but certain it is that the two girls, each for her own ends, undertook to aid and abet one another.

  Much to the surprised delight of their respective parents, there came about a change in the attitude hitherto assumed towards one another by Miss Clementina Hodskiss and Lord C-. All objections to his lordship's unwilling attentions were suddenly withdrawn by the lady. Indeed, so swift to come and go are the whims of women, his calls were actually encouraged, especially when, as generally happened, they coincided with the absence from home of Mr. and Mrs. Hodskiss. Quite as remarkable was the new-born desire of Lord C-towards Miss Clementina Hodskiss. Mary's name was never mentioned, and the suggestion of immediate marriage was listened to without remonstrance. Wiser folk would have puzzled their brains, but both her ladyship and ex-Contractor Hodskiss were accustomed to find all things yield to their wishes. The countess saw visions of a rehabilitated estate, and Clementina's father dreamed of a peerage, secured by the influence of aristocratic connections. All that the young folks stipulated for (and on that point their firmness was supernatural) was that the marriage should be quiet, almost to the verge of secrecy.

  "No beastly fuss," his lordship demanded. "Let it be somewhere in the country, and no mob!" and his mother, thinking she understood his reason, patted his cheek affectionately.

  "I should like to go down to Aunt Jane's and be married quietly from there," explained Miss Hodskiss to her father.

  Aunt Jane resided on the outskirts of a small Hampshire village, and "sat under" a clergyman famous throughout the neighbourhood for having lost the roof to his mouth.

  "You can't be married by that old fool," thundered her father—Mr. Hodskiss always thundered; he thundered even his prayers.

  "He christened me," urged Miss Clementina.

  "And Lord knows what he called you. Nobody can understand a word he says."

  "I'd like him to marry me," reiterated Miss Clementina.

  Neither her ladyship nor the contractor liked the idea. The latter in particular had looked forward to a big function, chronicled at length in all the newspapers. But after all, the marriage was the essential thing, and perhaps, having regard to some foolish love passages that had happened between Clementina and a certain penniless naval lieutenant, ostentation might be out of place.

  So in due course Clementina departed for Aunt Jane's, accompanied only by her maid.

  Quite a treasure was Miss Hodskiss's new maid.

  "A clean, wholesome girl," said of her Contractor Hodskiss, who cultivated affability towards the lower orders; "knows her place, and talks sense. You keep that girl, Clemmy."

  "Do you think she knows enough?" hazarded the maternal Hodskiss.

  "Quite sufficient for any decent woman," retorted the contractor. "When Clemmy wants painting and stuffing, it will be time enough for her to think about getting one of your 'Ach Himmels' or 'Mon Dieus'."

  "I like the girl myself immensely," agreed Clementina's mother. "You can trust her, and she doesn't give herself airs."

  Her praises reached even the countess, suffering severely at the moment from the tyranny of an elderly Fraulein.

  "I must see this treasure," thought the countess to herself. "I am tired of these foreign minxes."

  But no matter at what cunning hour her ladyship might call, the "treasure" always happened for some reason or other to be abroad.

  "Your girl is always out when I come," laughed the countess. "One would fancy there was some reason for it."

  "It does seem odd," agreed Clementina, with a slight flush.

  Miss Hodskiss herself showed rather than spoke her appreciation of the girl. She seemed unable to move or think without her. Not even from the interviews with Lord C- was the maid always absent.

  The marriage, it was settled, should be by licence. Mrs. Hodskiss made up her mind at first to run down and see to the preliminaries, but really when the time arrived it hardly seemed necessary to take that trouble. The ordering of the whole affair was so very simple, and the "treasure" appeared to understand the business most thoroughly, and to be willing to take the whole burden upon her own shoulders. It was not, therefore, until the evening before the wedding that the Hodskiss family arrived in force, filling Aunt Jane's smal
l dwelling to its utmost capacity. The swelling figure of the contractor, standing beside the tiny porch, compelled the passer-by to think of the doll's house in which the dwarf resides during fair-time, ringing his own bell out of his own first-floor window. The countess and Lord C- were staying with her ladyship's sister, the Hon. Mrs. J-, at G- Hall, some ten miles distant, and were to drive over in the morning. The then Earl of — was in Norway, salmon fishing. Domestic events did not interest him.

  Clementina complained of a headache after dinner, and went to bed early. The "treasure" also was indisposed. She seemed worried and excited.

  "That girl is as eager about the thing," remarked Mrs. Hodskiss, "as though it was her own marriage."

  In the morning Clementina was still suffering from her headache, but asserted her ability to go through the ceremony, provided everybody would keep away, and not worry her. The "treasure" was the only person she felt she could bear to have about her. Half an hour before it was time to start for church her mother looked her up again. She had grown still paler, if possible, during the interval, and also more nervous and irritable. She threatened to go to bed and stop there if she was not left quite alone. She almost turned her mother out of the room, locking the door behind her. Mrs. Hodskiss had never known her daughter to be like this before.

  The others went on, leaving her to follow in the last carriage with her father. The contractor, forewarned, spoke little to her. Only once he had occasion to ask her a question, and then she answered in a strained, unnatural voice. She appeared, so far as could be seen under her heavy veil, to be crying.

  "Well, this is going to be a damned cheerful wedding," said Mr. Hodskiss, and lapsed into sulkiness.

  The wedding was not so quiet as had been anticipated. The village had got scent of it, and had spread itself upon the event, while half the house party from G- Hall had insisted on driving over to take part in the proceedings. The little church was better filled than it had been for many a long year past.

  The presence of the stylish crowd unnerved the ancient clergyman, long unaccustomed to the sight of a strange face, and the first sound of the ancient clergyman's voice unnerved the stylish crowd. What little articulation he possessed entirely disappeared, no one could understand a word he said. He appeared to be uttering sounds of distress. The ancient gentleman's infliction had to be explained in low asides, and it also had to be explained why such an one had been chosen to perform the ceremony.

  "It was a whim of Clementina's," whispered her mother. "Her father and myself were married from here, and he christened her. The dear child's full of sentiment. I think it so nice of her."

  Everybody agreed it was charming, but wished it were over. The general effect was weird in the extreme.

  Lord C- spoke up fairly well, but the bride's responses were singularly indistinct, the usual order of things being thus reversed. The story of the naval lieutenant was remembered, and added to, and some of the more sentimental of the women began to cry in sympathy.

  In the vestry things assumed a brighter tone. There was no lack of witnesses to sign the register. The verger pointed out to them the place, and they wrote their names, as people in such cases do, without stopping to read. Then it occurred to some one that the bride had not yet signed. She stood apart, with her veil still down, and appeared to have been forgotten. Encouraged, she came forward meekly, and took the pen from the hand of the verger. The countess came and stood behind her.

  "Mary," wrote the bride, in a hand that looked as though it ought to have been firm, but which was not.

  "Dear me," said the countess, "I never knew there was a Mary in your name. How differently you write when you write slowly."

  The bride did not answer, but followed with "Susannah."

  "Why, what a lot of names you must have, my dear!" exclaimed the countess. "When are you going to get to the ones we all know?"

  "Ruth," continued the bride without answering.

  Breeding is not always proof against strong emotion. The countess snatched the bride's veil from her face, and Mary Susannah Ruth Sewell stood before her, flushed and trembling, but looking none the less pretty because of that. At this point the crowd came in useful.

  "I am sure your ladyship does not wish a scene," said Mary, speaking low. "The thing is done."

  "The thing can be undone, and will be," retorted the countess in the same tone. "You, you—"

  "My wife, don't forget that, mother," said Lord C- coming between them, and slipping Mary's hand on to his arm. "We are both sorry to have had to go about the thing in this roundabout way, but we wanted to avoid a fuss. I think we had better be getting away. I'm afraid Mr. Hodskiss is going to be noisy."

  The doctor poured himself out a glass of claret, and drank it off. His throat must have been dry.

  "And what became of Clementina?" I asked. "Did the naval lieutenant, while the others were at church, dash up in a post-chaise and carry her off?"

  "That's what ought to have happened, for the whole thing to be in keeping," agreed the doctor. "I believe as a matter of fact she did marry him eventually, but not till some years later, after the contractor had died."

  "And did Mr. Hodskiss make a noise in the vestry?" I persisted. The doctor never will finish a story.

  "I can't say for certain," answered my host, "I only saw the gentleman once. That was at a shareholders' meeting. I should incline to the opinion that he did."

  "I suppose the bride and bridegroom slipped out as quietly as possible and drove straight off," I suggested.

  "That would have been the sensible thing for them to do," agreed the doctor.

  "But how did she manage about her travelling frock?" I continued. "She could hardly have gone back to her Aunt Jane's and changed her things." The doctor has no mind for minutiae.

  "I cannot tell you about all that," he replied. "I think I mentioned that Mary was a practical girl. Possibly she had thought of these details."

  "And did the countess take the matter quietly?" I asked.

  I like a tidy story, where everybody is put into his or her proper place at the end. Your modern romance leaves half his characters lying about just anyhow.

  "That also I cannot tell you for certain," answered the doctor, "but I give her credit for so much sense. Lord C- was of age, and with Mary at his elbow, quite knew his own mind. I believe they travelled for two or three years. The first time I myself set eyes on the countess (nee Mary Sewell) was just after the late earl's death. I thought she looked a countess, every inch of her, but then I had not heard the story. I mistook the dowager for the housekeeper."

  BLASE BILLY

  It was towards the end of August. He and I appeared to be the only two men left to the Club. He was sitting by an open window, the Times lying on the floor beside him. I drew my chair a little closer and remarked:- "Good morning."

  He suppressed a yawn, and replied "Mornin'"—dropping the "g." The custom was just coming into fashion; he was always correct.

  "Going to be a very hot day, I am afraid," I continued.

  "'Fraid so," was the response, after which he turned his head away and gently closed his eyes.

  I opined that conversation was not to his wish, but this only made me more determined to talk, and to talk to him above all others in London. The desire took hold of me to irritate him—to break down the imperturbable calm within which he moved and had his being; and I gathered myself together, and settled down to the task.

  "Interesting paper the Times," I observed.

  "Very," he replied, taking it from the floor and handing it to me. "Won't you read it?"

  I had been careful to throw into my voice an aggressive cheeriness which I had calculated would vex him, but his manner remained that of a man who is simply bored. I argued with him politely concerning the paper; but he insisted, still with the same weary air, that he had done with it. I thanked him effusively. I judged that he hated effusiveness.

  "They say that to read a Times leader," I persisted, "is a less
on in English composition."

  "So I've been told," he answered tranquilly. "Personally I don't take them."

  The Times, I could see, was not going to be of much assistance to me. I lit a cigarette, and remarked that he was not shooting. He admitted the fact. Under the circumstances, it would have taxed him to deny it, but the necessity for confession aroused him.

  "To myself," he said, "a tramp through miles of mud, in company with four gloomy men in black velveteen, a couple of depressed-looking dogs, and a heavy gun, the entire cavalcade being organised for the purpose of killing some twelve-and-sixpence worth of poultry, suggests the disproportionate."

  I laughed boisterously, and cried, "Good, good—very good!"

  He was the type of man that shudders inwardly at the sound of laughter. I had the will to slap him on the back, but I thought maybe that would send him away altogether.

  I asked him if he hunted. He replied that fourteen hours' talk a day about horses, and only about horses tired him, and that in consequence he had abandoned hunting.

  "You fish?" I said.

  "I was never sufficiently imaginative," he answered.

  "You travel a good deal," I suggested.

  He had apparently made up his mind to abandon himself to his fate, for he turned towards me with a resigned air. An ancient nurse of mine had always described me as the most "wearing" child she had ever come across. I prefer to speak of myself as persevering.

  "I should go about more," he said, "were I able to see any difference between one place and another."

  "Tried Central Africa?" I inquired.

  "Once or twice," he answered. "It always reminds me of Kew Gardens."

  "China?" I hazarded.

  "Cross between a willow-pattern plate and a New York slum," was his comment.

  "The North Pole?" I tried, thinking the third time might be lucky.

  "Never got quite up to it," he returned. "Reached Cape Hakluyt once."