the initials named in his telegram. He was lost in
this twofold trouble when Gerald came out to him with brightened looks.

"He is coming round, and the doctor says there is no immediate
danger," said Gerald; "and it is only immediate danger one is afraid
of. He was as well as ever last time in a day or two. It is the
complaint of the Wentworths, you know--we all die of it; but, Frank,
tell me what is this about Jack?"

"I know no more than you do," said the Curate, when he had recovered
himself a little. "I must go back, not having done much good here, to
see."

"And T.W.?" said Gerald. The elder brother looked at the younger
suspiciously, as if he were afraid for him; and it was scarcely in
human nature not to feel a momentary flash of resentment.

"I tell you I know nothing about it," said Frank, "except what is
evident to any one, that Jack has gone to Carlingford in my absence,
being in trouble somehow. I suppose he always is in trouble. I have not
heard from him since I went there; but as it don't seem I can be of any
use here, as soon as my father is safe, I will go back. Louisa imagined,
you know--; but she was wrong."

"Yes," said Gerald, quietly. That subject was concluded, and there was
no more to say.

The same evening, as the Squire continued to improve, and had been able
to understand his energetic explanation that he was entirely ignorant of
Jack's secrets, Frank Wentworth went back again with a very disturbed
mind. He went into the Rectory as he passed down to the station, to say
good-bye to Louisa, who was sitting in the drawing-room with her
children round her, and her trouble considerably lightened, though there
was no particular cause for it. Dressing for dinner had of itself a
beneficial effect upon Louisa: she could not understand how a life could
ever be changed which was so clearly ordained of Heaven; for if Gerald
was not with her, what inducement could she possibly have to dress for
dinner? and then what would be the good of all the pretty wardrobe with
which Providence had endowed her? Must not Providence take care that its
gifts were not thus wasted? So the world was once more set fast on its
foundations, and the pillars of earth remained unshaken, when Frank
glanced in on his way to the station to say good-bye.

"Don't be afraid, Louisa; I don't believe he would be allowed to do it,"
said the Curate in her ear. "The Church of Rome does not go in the face
of nature. She will not take