"Ah, I know the name," says Saxham sharply. "On with you to the end. 'With
all her moral laxities----'"

"Miss Lessie Lavigne is a generous, kindly, charitable young woman," goes
on Julius. "And the Holiday Home has benefited largely by her purse. She
is known to the Matron; and Father Tatham--having occasion to visit the
Registrar's office at Cookham on the 29th of last June, for the purpose of
looking up the books, with the Registrar's consent, and satisfying himself
of the existence of the entry regarding a marriage between one of our
young fellows then at the Home and a girl he very foolishly married when
on a hopping excursion in the autumn of the previous year--Father Tatham
encountered Miss Lavigne--or Lady Beauvayse, to give her her proper
title----"

"In the Registrar's office?"

"In the act of quitting the Registrar's outer office," says the burnt-out
Julius in a weary voice, "in the company of Lord Beauvayse, and followed
by his valet and a woman who probably were witnesses; for when the Father
entered the inner office the register was lying open on the table, the
entry of the marriage still wet upon the page."

"And your religious correspondent pried first," says Saxham, with savage
irony, "and afterwards tattled?"

"And afterwards, seeing in the _Times_ that Lord Beauvayse was under
orders for South Africa, mentioned his accidental discovery when writing
to me," says Julius Fraithorn wearily.

"That will do. When can I see the letter at your hotel? The sooner the
better," says Saxham, with a curious smile, "for all purposes. Can you
walk there with me now? Very well"--as Julius assents--"that is arranged,
then."

"What is to be done, Saxham?" Julius stumbles up. The fires that burned in
him a few moments ago are quenched; his slack hand trembles irresolutely
at his beautiful weak mouth, and his deer-like eyes waver.

"I advise you," says Saxham, "to leave the doing of what is to be done to
me." His own blue eyes have so strange a flare in them, and his heavy form
seems so alive and instinct with threatening and dangerous possibilities,
that Julius falters:

"You believe Lord Beauvayse has been a party to--has wilfully compromised
Miss Mildare? You--you mean to remonstrate with him? Do you--do you think
that he will listen to a remonstrance?"

"He will find it best in this instance," says Saxham dourly.

"Do not--do not be tempted to use any violence, Saxham," urges the
Chaplain nervously, looki