ly across the park,
and that Mr. Romfrey had hailed him, and held his hand out; and that
Captain Beauchamp had overlooked it, saying he feared Mr. Romfrey's work
was complete. He had taken her father's hand and hers and his touch was
like ice.

'His worship of that Dr. Shrapnel is extraordinary,' quoth Rosamund.
'And how did Mr. Romfrey behave to him?'

'My father thinks, very forbearingly.'

Rosamund sighed and made a semblance of wringing her hands. 'It seems to
me that I anticipated ever since I heard of the man... or at least ever
since I saw him and heard him, he would be the evil genius of us all:
if I dare include myself. But I am not permitted to escape! And,
Miss Halkett, can you tell me how it was that my name--that I became
involved? I cannot imagine the circumstances which would bring me
forward in this unhappy affair.'

Cecilia replied: 'The occasion was, that Captain Beauchamp so scornfully
contrasted the sort of injury done by Dr. Shrapnel's defence of a
poacher on his uncle's estate, with the severe chastisement inflicted by
Mr. Romfrey in revenge for it. He would not leave the subject.'

'I see him--see his eyes!' cried Rosamund, her bosom heaving and sinking
deep, as her conscience quavered within her. 'At last Mr. Romfrey
mentioned me?'

'He stood up and said you had been personally insulted by Dr. Shrapnel.'

Rosamund meditated in a distressing doubt of her conscientious
truthfulness.

'Captain Beauchamp will be coming to me; and how can I answer him?
Heaven knows I would have shielded the poor man, if possible--poor
wretch! Wicked though he is, one has only to hear of him suffering! But
what can I answer? I do recollect now that Mr. Romfrey compelled me from
question to question to confess that the man had vexed me. Insulted, I
never said. At the worst, I said vexed. I would not have said insulted,
or even offended, because Mr. Romfrey... ah! we know him. What I did
say, I forget. I have no guide to what I said but my present feelings,
and they are pity for the unfortunate man much more than dislike.--Well,
I must go through the scene with Nevil!' Rosamund concluded her outcry
of ostensible exculpation.

She asked in a cooler moment how it was that Captain Beauchamp had so
far forgotten himself as to burst out on his uncle before the guests
of the house. It appeared that he had wished his uncle to withdraw with
him, and Mr. Romfrey had bidden him postpone private communications.
Rosamund