f Justice! for Stelled Chambers
and for Scarlets, in the thronged Hall Private are for friends; where
all the witnesses of the offender's blushes are blinde and deaf and
dumb. We should do by them as Joseph thought to have done by Mary, seeke
to cover blemishes with secrecy. Public reproofe is like striking of a
Deere in the Herd; it not only wounds him to the loss of enabling blood,
but betrays him to the Hound, his Enemy, and makes him by his fellows be
pusht out of company.'

So on due invitation from within, the good parson entered, and the
handsome captain in all his splendours--when you saw him after a little
absence 'twas always with a sort of admiring surprise--you had forgot
how _very_ handsome he was--this handsome slender fellow, with his dark
face and large, unfathomable violet eyes, so wild and wicked, and yet so
soft, stood up surprised, with a look of welcome quickly clouded and
crossed by a gleam of defiance.

They bowed, and shook hands, however, and bowed again, and each was the
other's 'servant;' and being seated, they talked _de generalibus_; for
the good parson would not come like an executioner and take his prisoner
by the throat, but altogether in the spirit of the shepherd, content to
walk a long way about, and wait till he came up with the truant, and
entreating him kindly, not dragging or beating him back to the flock,
but leading and carrying by turns, and so awaiting his opportunity. But
Devereux was in one of his moods. He thought the doctor no friend to his
suit, and was bitter, and formal, and violent.

CHAPTER LXVI.

OF A CERTAIN TEMPEST THAT AROSE AND SHOOK THE CAPTAIN'S SPOONS AND
TEA-CUPS; AND HOW THE WIND SUDDENLY WENT DOWN.

'I'm very glad, Sir, to have a few quiet minutes with you,' said the
doctor, making then a little pause; and Devereux thought he was going to
re-open the matter of his suit. 'For I've had no answer to my last
letter, and I want to know all you can tell me of that most promising
young man, Daniel Loftus, and his most curious works.'

'Dan Loftus is dead and--' (I'm sorry to say he added something else);
'and his works have followed him, Sir,' said the strange captain,
savagely; for he could not conceive what business the doctor had to
think about _him_, when Captain Devereux's concerns were properly to be
discussed. So though he had reason to believe he was quite well, and in
Malaga with his 'honourable' and sickly cousin, he killed him off-hand,
an