it is: and we must feed her with the spoon.'

Colonel Halkett argued stutteringly with the powerful man: 'It's the
truth she ought to hear, Romfrey; indeed it is, if you 'll believe me. It
's his life she is fearing for. She knows half.'

'She knows positively nothing, colonel. Miss Denham's first letter spoke
of the fellow's having headaches, and staggering. He was out on a cruise,
and saw your schooner pass, and put into some port, and began falling
right and left, and they got him back to Shrapnel's: and here it is--that
if you go to him you'll save him, and if you go to my wife you'll save
her: and there you have it: and I ask my old friend, I beg him to go to
them both.'

'But you can't surely expect me to force my daughter's inclinations, my
dear Romfrey?'

'Cecilia loves the fellow!'

'She is engaged to Mr. Tuckham.'

'I'll see the man Tuckham.'

'Really, my dear lord!'

'Play at it, Halkett, play at it! Tide us over this! Talk to her: hint it
and nod it. We have to round November. I could strangle the world till
that month's past. You'll own,' he added mildly after his thunder, 'I'm
not much of the despot Nevil calls me. She has not a wish I don't supply.
I'm at her beck, and everything that's mine. She's a brave good woman. I
don't complain. I run my chance. But if we lose the child--good night!
Boy or girl!--boy!'

Lord Romfrey flung an arm up. The child of his old age lived for him
already: he gave it all the life he had. This miracle, this young son
springing up on an earth decaying and dark, absorbed him. This reviver of
his ancient line must not be lost. Perish every consideration to avert
it! He was ready to fear, love, or hate terribly, according to the
prospects of his child.

Colonel Halkett was obliged to enter into a consultation, of a shadowy
sort, with his daughter, whose only advice was that they should leave the
castle. The penetrable gloom there, and the growing apprehension
concerning the countess and Nevil, tore her to pieces. Even if she could
have conspired with the earl to hoodwink his wife, her strong sense told
her it would be fruitless, besides base. Father and daughter had to make
the stand against Lord Romfrey. He saw their departure from the castle
gates, and kissed his hand to Cecilia, courteously, without a smile.

'He may well praise the countess, papa,' said Cecilia, while they were
looking back at the castle and the moveless flag that hung in folds by
the mast above