and
now another word from this man was to restore him,--if only that
other word should not appear to be the greater lie! and then that
there should be such question as to his mother's name and fame--as
to the very name by which she should now be called! that it should
depend on the amount of infamy of which that wretch had been guilty,
whether or no the woman whom in the world he most honoured was
entitled to any share of respect from the world around her! That she
was entitled to the respect of all good men, let the truth in these
matters be where it might, Herbert knew, and all who heard the story
would acknowledge. But respect is of two sorts, and the outer respect
of the world cannot be parted with conveniently.

He did acknowledge himself to be a humbled man,--more so than he had
ever yet done, or had been like to do, while conscious of the loss
which had fallen on him. It was at this moment when he began to
perceive that his fortune would return to him, when he became aware
that he was knocked about like a shuttlecock from a battledore, that
his pride came by its first fall. Mollett was in truth the great
man,--the Warwick who was to make and unmake the kings of Castle
Richmond. A month ago, and it had pleased Earl Mollett to say that
Owen Fitzgerald should reign; but there had been a turn upon the
cards, and now he, King Herbert, was to be again installed.

He walked down all alone through St. James's Street, and by Pall Mall
and Charing Cross, feeling rather than thinking of all this. Those
doubts of Mr. Die did not trouble him much. He fully believed that he
should regain his title and property; or rather that he should never
lose them. But he thought that he could never show himself about the
country again as he had done before all this was known. In spite of
his good fortune he was sad at heart, little conscious of the good
that all this would do him.

He went on by the Horse Guards and Treasury Chambers into Parliament
Street, and so up to the new Houses of Parliament, and sauntered into
Westminster Hall; and there, at the privileged door between the lamps
on his left hand, he saw busy men going in and out, some slow and
dignified, others hot, hasty, and anxious, and he felt as though the
regions to and from which they passed must be far out of his reach.
Could he aspire to pass those august lamp-posts, he whose very name
depended on what in truth might have been the early doings of a low
scoundrel who w