n my mind
with my most romantic feelings, that although I have delighted in it, I
have seldom alluded to it in conversation at all. Mrs. Wilson has spoken
of you but twice in my hearing, and that since she has expected to meet
you; your name has doubtless recalled the remembrance of her husband."

"I have many, many reasons to remember the general with gratitude," cried
the earl with fervor; "but doctor, do not forget my incognito: only call
me George; I ask no more."

The plan of Pendennyss was put in execution. Day after day he lingered in
Northamptonshire, until his principles and character had grown upon the
esteem of the Moseleys in the manner we have mentioned.

His frequent embarrassments were from the dread and shame of a detection.
With Sir Herbert Nicholson he had a narrow escape, and Mrs. Fitzgerald and
Lord Henry Stapleton he of course avoided; for having gone so far, he was
determined to persevere to the end. Egerton he thought knew him, and he
disliked his character and manners.

When Chatterton appeared most attentive to Emily, the candor and good
opinion of that young nobleman made the earl acquainted with his wishes
and his situation. Pendennyss was too generous not to meet his rival on
fair grounds. His cousin and the duke were requested to use their united
influence secretly to obtain the desired station for the baron. The result
is known, and Pendennyss trusted his secret to Chatterton; he took him to
London, gave him in charge to Derwent, and returned to prosecute his own
suit. His note from Bolton Castle was a _ruse_ to conceal his character,
as he knew the departure of the baronet's family to an hour, and had so
timed his visit to the earl as not to come in collision with the Moseleys.

"Indeed, my lord," cried the doctor to him one day, "your scheme goes on
swimmingly, and I am only afraid when your mistress discovers the
imposition, you will find your rank producing a different effect from what
you have apprehended."

Chapter XLVI.

But Dr. Ives was mistaken. Had he seen the sparkling eyes and glowing
cheeks of Miss Moseley, the smile of satisfaction and happiness which
played on the usually thoughtful face of Mrs. Wilson, when the earl handed
them into his own carriage, as they left his house on the evening of the
discovery, the doctor would have gladly acknowledged the failure of his
prognostics. In truth, there was no possible event that, under the
circumstances, could have g