tural capacity for grappling, single-handed, with
circumstances, was invariably equal. I affirm the all-pervading
intelligence of that capacity. At the expense of the Chemist I
vindicate the Man.

Respect this outburst of generous indignation. It has inexpressibly
relieved me. En route! Let us proceed.

Having suggested to Mrs. Clement (or Clements, I am not sure which)
that the best method of keeping Anne out of Percival's reach was to
remove her to London--having found that my proposal was eagerly
received, and having appointed a day to meet the travellers at the
station and to see them leave it, I was at liberty to return to the
house and to confront the difficulties which still remained to be met.

My first proceeding was to avail myself of the sublime devotion of my
wife. I had arranged with Mrs. Clements that she should communicate
her London address, in Anne's interests, to Lady Glyde. But this was
not enough. Designing persons in my absence might shake the simple
confidence of Mrs. Clements, and she might not write after all. Who
could I find capable of travelling to London by the train she travelled
by, and of privately seeing her home? I asked myself this question.
The conjugal part of me immediately answered--Madame Fosco.

After deciding on my wife's mission to London, I arranged that the
journey should serve a double purpose. A nurse for the suffering
Marian, equally devoted to the patient and to myself, was a necessity
of my position. One of the most eminently confidential and capable
women in existence was by good fortune at my disposal. I refer to that
respectable matron, Madame Rubelle, to whom I addressed a letter, at
her residence in London, by the hands of my wife.

On the appointed day Mrs. Clements and Anne Catherick met me at the
station. I politely saw them off, I politely saw Madame Fosco off by
the same train. The last thing at night my wife returned to
Blackwater, having followed her instructions with the most
unimpeachable accuracy. She was accompanied by Madame Rubelle, and she
brought me the London address of Mrs. Clements. After-events proved
this last precaution to have been unnecessary. Mrs. Clements
punctually informed Lady Glyde of her place of abode. With a wary eye
on future emergencies, I kept the letter.

The same day I had a brief interview with the doctor, at which I
protested, in the sacred interests of humanity, against his treatment
of Marian's case. He