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cold disdain. I could now see him as he was⁠—the prodigal, the hero, and the martyr. I stood gazing on him with a girlish interest and admiration. There was indignation, there was pity, there was hope. Some day it might come to pass that I, girl as I was, might contribute by word or deed towards the vindication of that long-suffering, gallant, and romantic prodigal. It was a flicker of the Joan of Arc inspiration, common, I fancy, to many girls. I little then imagined how profoundly and strangely involved my uncle’s fate would one day become with mine.

I was interrupted by Captain Oakley’s voice at the window. He was leaning on the windowsill, and looking in with a smile⁠—the window being open, the morning sunny, and his cap lifted in his hand.

“Good morning, Miss Ruthyn. What a charming old place! quite the setting for a romance; such timber, and this really beautiful house. I do so like these white and black houses⁠—wonderful old things. By the by, you treated us very badly last night⁠—you did, indeed; upon my word, now, it really was too bad⁠—running away, and drinking tea with Lady Knollys⁠—so she says. I really⁠—I should not like to tell you how very savage I felt, particularly considering how very short my time is.”

I was a shy, but not a giggling country miss. I knew I was an heiress; I knew I was somebody. I was not the least bit in the world conceited, but I think this knowledge helped to give me a certain sense of security and self-possession, which might have been mistaken for dignity or simplicity. I am sure I looked at him with a fearless enquiry, for he answered my thoughts.

“I do really assure you, Miss Ruthyn, I am quite serious; you have no idea how very much we have missed you.”

There was a little pause, and, like a fool, I lowered my eyes, and blushed.

“I⁠—I was thinking of leaving today; I am so unfortunate⁠—my leave is just out⁠—it is so unlucky; but I don’t quite know whether my aunt Knollys will allow me to go.”

“I?⁠—certainly, my dear Charlie, I don’t want you at all,” exclaimed a voice⁠—Lady Knollys’s⁠—briskly, from an open window close by; “what could put that in your head, dear?”

And in went my cousin’s head, and the window shut down.

“She is such an oddity, poor dear Aunt Knollys,” murmured the young man, ever so little put out, and he laughed. “I never know quite what she wishes, or how to please her; but she’s so good-natured; and when she goes to town for the season⁠—she does not always, you know⁠—her house is really very gay⁠—you can’t think⁠—”

Here again he was interrupted, for the door opened, and Lady Knollys entered. “And you know, Charles,” she continued, “it would not do to forget your visit to Snodhurst; you wrote, you know, and you have only tonight and tomorrow. You are thinking of nothing but that moor; I heard you talking to the gamekeeper; I know he is⁠—is not he, Maud, the brown man with great whiskers, and leggings? I’m very sorry, you know, but I really must spoil your shooting, for they do expect you at Snodhurst, Charlie; and do not you think this window a little too much for Miss Ruthyn? Maud, my dear, the air is very sharp; shut it down, Charles, and you’d better tell them to get a fly for you from the town after luncheon. Come, dear,” she said to me. “Was not that the breakfast bell? Why does not your papa get a gong?⁠—it is so hard to know one bell from another.”

I saw that Captain Oakley lingered for a last look, but I did not give it, and went out smiling with Cousin Knollys, and wondering why old ladies are so uniformly disagreeable.

In the lobby she said, with an odd, good-natured look⁠—

“Don’t allow any of his lovemaking, my dear. Charles Oakley has not a guinea, and an heiress would be very convenient. Of course he has his eyes about him. Charles is not by any means foolish; and I should not be at all sorry to see him well married, for I don’t think he will do much good any other way; but there are degrees, and his ideas are sometimes very impertinent.”

I was an admiring reader of the Albums, the Souvenirs, the Keepsakes, and all that flood of Christmas-present lore which yearly irrigated England, with pretty covers and engravings; and floods of elegant twaddle⁠—the milk, not destitute of water, on which the babes of literature were then fed. On this, my genius throve. I had a little album, enriched with many gems of original thought and observation, which I jotted down in suitable language. Lately, turning over these faded leaves of rhyme and prose, I lighted, under this day’s date, upon the following sage reflection, with my name appended:⁠—

“Is there not in the female heart an ineradicable jealousy, which, if it sways the passions of the young, rules also the advice of the aged? Do they not grudge to youth the sentiments (though Heaven knows how shadowed with sorrow) which they can no longer inspire, perhaps even experience; and does not youth, in turn, sigh over the envy which has power to blight?

“Maud Aylmer Ruthyn.”

“He has not been making love to me,” I said rather tartly, “and he does not seem to me at all impertinent, and I really don’t care the least whether he goes or stays.”

Cousin Monica looked in my face with her old waggish smile, and laughed.

“You’ll understand those London dandies better some day, dear Maud; they are very well, but they like money⁠—not to keep, of course⁠—but still they like it and know its value.”

At breakfast my father told Captain Oakley where he might have shooting, or if he preferred going to Dilsford, only half an hour’s ride, he might have his choice of hunters, and find the dogs there that morning.

The Captain smiled archly

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