he has kept no account.

It was Lady Castlewood--she had been laughing all the morning, and
especially gay and lively before her husband and his guest--who as soon
as the two gentlemen went together from her room, ran to Harry, the
expression of her countenance quite changed now, and with a face and
eyes full of care, and said, "Follow them, Harry, I am sure something
has gone wrong." And so it was that Esmond was made an eavesdropper at
this lady's orders and retired to his own chamber, to give himself time
in truth to try and compose a story which would soothe his mistress, for
he could not but have his own apprehension that some serious quarrel was
pending between the two gentlemen.

And now for several days the little company at Castlewood sat at
table as of evenings: this care, though unnamed and invisible, being
nevertheless present alway, in the minds of at least three persons
there. My lord was exceeding gentle and kind. Whenever he quitted the
room, his wife's eyes followed him. He behaved to her with a kind of
mournful courtesy and kindness remarkable in one of his blunt ways and
ordinary rough manner. He called her by her Christian name often and
fondly, was very soft and gentle with the children, especially with the
boy, whom he did not love, and being lax about church generally, he went
thither and performed all the offices (down even to listening to Dr.
Tusher's sermon) with great devotion.

"He paces his room all night; what is it? Henry, find out what it is,"
Lady Castlewood said constantly to her young dependant. "He has sent
three letters to London," she said, another day.

"Indeed, madam, they were to a lawyer," Harry answered, who knew of
these letters, and had seen a part of the correspondence, which related
to a new loan my lord was raising; and when the young man remonstrated
with his patron, my lord said, "He was only raising money to pay off an
old debt on the property, which must be discharged."

Regarding the money, Lady Castlewood was not in the least anxious. Few
fond women feel money-distressed; indeed you can hardly give a woman
a greater pleasure than to bid her pawn her diamonds for the man she
loves; and I remember hearing Mr. Congreve say of my Lord Marlborough,
that the reason why my lord was so successful with women as a young man,
was because he took money of them. "There are few men who will make such
a sacrifice for them," says Mr. Congreve, who knew a part of the sex
pretty