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Judith, with a black lace veil tied over her head, met them in the walk. She was tall and dark; dark-haired, dark-eyed, sweet and persuasive in her accent and manner. "A second edition of the Blandish," thinks Adrian. She welcomed him as one who had claims on her affability. She kissed Lucy protectingly, and remarking on the wonders of the evening, appropriated her husband. Adrian and Lucy found themselves walking behind them.

      The sun was under. All the spaces of the sky were alight, and Richard's fancy flamed.

      "So you're not intoxicated with your immense triumph this morning?" said

      Lady Judith

      "Don't laugh at me. When it's over I feel ashamed of the trouble I've taken. Look at that glory!—I'm sure you despise me for it."

      "Was I not there to applaud you? I only think such energies should be turned into some definitely useful channel. But you must not go into the Army."

      "What else can I do?"

      "You are fit for so much that is better."

      "I never can be anything like Austin."

      "But I think you can do more."

      "Well, I thank you for thinking it, Lady Judith. Something I will do.

      A man must deserve to live, as you say.

      "Sauces," Adrian was heard to articulate distinctly in the rear, "Sauces are the top tree of this science. A woman who has mastered sauces sits on the apex of civilization."

      Briareus reddened duskily seaward. The West was all a burning rose.

      "How can men see such sights as those, and live idle?" Richard resumed.

      "I feel ashamed of asking my men to work for me.—Or I feel so now."

      "Not when you're racing the Begum, I think. There's no necessity for you to turn democrat like Austin. Do you write now?"

      "No. What is writing like mine? It doesn't deceive me. I know it's only the excuse I'm making to myself for remaining idle. I haven't written a line since—lately."

      "Because you are so happy."

      "No, not because of that. Of course I'm very happy…" He did not finish.

      Vague, shapeless ambition had replaced love in yonder skies. No Scientific Humanist was by to study the natural development, and guide him. This lady would hardly be deemed a very proper guide to the undirected energies of the youth, yet they had established relations of that nature. She was five years older than he, and a woman, which may explain her serene presumption.

      The cloud-giants had broken up: a brawny shoulder smouldered over the sea.

      "We'll work together in town, at all events," said Richard,

      "Why can't we go about together at night and find out people who want help?"

      Lady Judith smiled, and only corrected his nonsense by saying, "I think we mustn't be too romantic. You will become a knight-errant, I suppose. You have the characteristics of one."

      "Especially at breakfast," Adrian's unnecessarily emphatic gastronomical lessons to the young wife here came in.

      "You must be our champion," continued Lady Judith: "the rescuer and succourer of distressed dames and damsels. We want one badly."

      "You do," said Richard, earnestly: "from what I hear: from what I know!" His thoughts flew off with him as knight-errant hailed shrilly at exceeding critical moment by distressed dames and damsels. Images of airy towers hung around. His fancy performed miraculous feats. The towers crumbled. The stars grew larger, seemed to throb with lustre. His fancy crumbled with the towers of the air, his heart gave a leap, he turned to Lucy.

      "My darling! what have you been doing?" And as if to compensate her for his little knight-errant infidelity, he pressed very tenderly to her.

      "We have been engaged in a charming conversation on domestic cookery," interposed Adrian.

      "Cookery! such an evening as this?" His face was a handsome likeness of

      Hippias at the presentation of bridecake.

      "Dearest! you know it's very useful," Lucy mirthfully pleaded.

      "Indeed I quite agree with you, child," said Lady Judith, and I think you have the laugh of us. I certainly will learn to cook some day."

      "Woman's mission, in so many words," ejaculated Adrian.

      "And pray, what is man's?"

      "To taste thereof, and pronounce thereupon."

      "Let us give it up to them," said Lady Judith to Richard. "You and I never will make so delightful and beautifully balanced a world of it."

      Richard appeared to have grown perfectly willing to give everything up to the fair face, his bridal Hesper.

      Neat day Lucy had to act the coward anew, and, as she did so, her heart sank to see how painfully it affected him that she should hesitate to go with him to his father. He was patient, gentle; he sat down by her side to appeal to her reason, and used all the arguments he could think of to persuade her.

      "If we go together and make him see us both: if he sees he has nothing to be ashamed of in you—rather everything to be proud of; if you are only near him, you will not have to speak a word, and I'm certain—as certain as that I live—that in a week we shall be settled happily at Raynham. I know my father so well, Lucy. Nobody knows him but I."

      Lucy asked whether Mr. Harley did not.

      "Adrian? Not a bit. Adrian only knows a part of people, Lucy; and not the best part."

      Lucy was disposed to think more highly of the object of her conquest.

      "Is it he that has been frightening you, Lucy?"

      "No, no, Richard; oh, dear no!" she cried, and looked at him more tenderly because she was not quite truthful.

      "He doesn't know my father at all," said Richard. But Lucy had another opinion of the wise youth, and secretly maintained it. She could not be won to imagine the baronet a man of human mould, generous, forgiving, full of passionate love at heart, as Richard tried to picture him, and thought him, now that he beheld him again through Adrian's embassy. To her he was that awful figure, shrouded by the midnight. "Why are you so harsh?" she had heard Richard cry more than once. She was sure that Adrian must be right.

      "Well, I tell you I won't go without you," said Richard, and Lucy begged for a little more time.

      Cupid now began to grumble, and with cause. Adrian positively refused to go on the water unless that element were smooth as a plate. The South- west still joked boisterously at any comparison of the sort; the days were magnificent; Richard had yachting engagements; and Lucy always petitioned to stay to keep Adrian company, concerning it her duty as hostess. Arguing with Adrian was an absurd idea. If Richard hinted at his retaining Lucy, the wise youth would remark: "It's a wholesome interlude to your extremely Cupidinous behaviour, my dear boy."

      Richard asked his wife what they could possibly find to talk about.

      "All manner of things," said Lucy; "not only cookery. He is so amusing, though he does make fun of The Pilgrim's Scrip, and I think he ought not. And then, do you know, darling—you won't think me vain?—I think he is beginning to like me a little."

      Richard laughed at the humble mind of his Beauty.

      "Doesn't everybody like you, admire you? Doesn't Lord Mountfalcon, and

      Mr. Morton, and Lady Judith?"

      "But he is one of your family, Richard."

      "And they all will, if she isn't a coward."

      "Ah, no!" she sighs, and is chidden.

      The conquest of an epicure, or any young wife's conquest beyond her husband, however loyally devised for their mutual happiness, may be costly to her. Richard in his hours of excitement was thrown very much with Lady Judith. He consulted her regarding what he termed Lucy's cowardice. Lady Judith said: "I think she's wrong, but you must learn to humour little women."

      "Then would you advise me to go up alone?" he

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