the gratitude she could not restrain, could hardly
conceal, on her sister's behalf and her own. Henrietta's prompt despatch
to Croridge to fetch the babes, her journey down out of a sick-room to
stop Chillon's visit to London, proved her an awakened woman, well paid
for the stain on her face, though the stain were lasting. Never had she
loved Henrietta, never shown her so much love, as on the road to the
deepening colours of the West. Her sisterly warmth surprised the woeful
spotted beauty with a reflection that this martial Janey was after all
a woman of feeling, one whom her husband, if he came to know it and
the depth of it, the rich sound of it, would mourn in sackcloth to have
lost.

And he did, the Dame interposes for the final word, he mourned his loss
of Carinthia Jane in sackcloth and ashes, notwithstanding that he had
the world's affectionate condolences about him to comfort him, by reason
of his ungovernable countess's misbehaviour once more, according to the
report, in running away with a young officer to take part in a foreign
insurrection; and when he was most the idol of his countrymen and
countrywomen, which it was once his immoderate aim to be, he mourned
her day and night, knowing her spotless, however wild a follower of her
father's MAXIMS FOR MEN. He believed--some have said his belief was
not in error--that the woman to aid and make him man and be the star
in human form to him, was miraculously revealed on the day of his walk
through the foreign pine forest, and his proposal to her at the ducal
ball was an inspiration of his Good Genius, continuing to his marriage
morn, and then running downwards, like an overstrained reel, under the
leadership of his Bad. From turning to turning of that descent, he saw
himself advised to retrieve the fatal steps, at each point attempting it
just too late; until too late by an hour, he reached the seaport where
his wife had embarked; and her brother, Chillon John, cruelly, it was
the common opinion, refused him audience. No syllable of the place
whither she fled abroad was vouchsafed to him; and his confessions of
sins and repentance of them were breathed to empty air. The wealthiest
nobleman of all England stood on the pier, watching the regiments of
that doomed expedition mount ship, ready with the bribe of the greater
part of his possessions for a single word to tell him of his wife's
destination. Lord Feltre, his companion, has done us the service to
make his e