would I were the same. There, let me dry these foolish
tears, so. Now go, dear, go down and may'st thou find a joy worthy of
thy life of devotion to thy Betty who loveth thee and ever will. I'll
upstairs to Charles!"

II

"Now look'ee Bet," my Lord of Medhurst was saying five minutes later,
"I'll not endure it another week--I'll not I say. To lie mewed up
here, to creep out like a very thief--'tis beyond my endurance----"

"And mine too, Charles--almost," sighed Betty. "To have to live a
hateful lie, to be forced to meet one I despise, to endure his looks,
his words, his touches--O!"

"God forgive me, Bet--I'm a beast, a graceless, selfish beast!" cried
his lordship, clasping her in his arms. "When I think of all you've
done for me I could kick this damned carcass o' mine--forgive me! But
ha!" his lordship chuckled boyishly, "Deuce take me Bet, but I avenged
you to some extent last night. I sat on the wall, Bet, as coyly as you
please and true to a minute along comes my gentleman and kisses my hand
and I more demure and shy than e'er you were. 'Betty,' says he, low
and eager, 'by heaven, you're more bewitching than ever to-night!' His
very words, Bet, as I'm a sinner!" Here my lord chuckled again,
laughed and finally fell to such an ecstasy of mirth that he must needs
gag and half-choke himself with his handkerchief, while Betty laughed
too and thereafter gnashed white teeth vindictively:

"What more?" she questioned, her eyes bright and malevolent.

"Why then, Bet, the fool falls to an amorous ecstasy--pleads for a
taste o' my lips--damn him! and finally catches me by the foot and
falls to kissing that and I bursting with laughter the while! So there
he has me by the foot d'ye see and I nigh helpless with suppressed joy,
but when I wished to get away he did but hold and kiss the fiercer. So
Bet, I--full of prudish alarms as it were--bestowed on him--a kick!"
Here his lordship found it necessary to gag himself again while Betty,
leaning forward with hands clasped, watched him gleefully.

"You kicked him!" she repeated. "Hard?"

"Fairly so--enough to send his hat flying, and Bet, as luck would have
it who should chance along at that precise moment but Major d'Arcy
and----"

Uttering an inarticulate cry my lady sprang to her feet.

"Did he see--did he see?" she demanded breathlessly, "Charles--O
Charles--did he see?"

"Begad, I fear he did--why Bet--Betty--good God--what is it?" For,
coverin