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and a second look at the swollen blind peepers led Gower to surmise that they were, in the calculation of the striker, his own.

      He walked next day to the Royal Sovereign inn. There he came upon the earl driving his phaeton. Fleetwood jumped down, and Gower told of the mysterious incident, as the chief thing he had to tell, not rendering it so mysterious in his narrative style. He had the art of indicating darkly.

      'Ines, you mean?' Fleetwood cried, and he appeared as nauseated and perplexed as he felt. Why should Ines assault Mr. Wythan? It happened that the pugilist's patron had, within the last fifteen minutes, driven past a certain thirty-acre meadow, sight of which on his way to Carinthia had stirred him. He had even then an idea of his old deeds dogging him to bind him, every one of them, the smallest.

      'But you've nothing to go by,' he said. 'Why guess at this rascal more than another?'

      Gower quoted Mrs. Rundles and the ostler for witnesses to Kit's visit yesterday to the Royal Sovereign, though Kit shunned the bar of the Esslemont Arms.

      'I guess pretty clearly, because I suspect he was hanging about and saw me and Madge together.'

      'Consolations for failures in town?—by the way, you are complimented, and I don't think you deserved it. However, there was just the chance to stop a run to perdition. But, Madge? Madge? I'd swear to the girl!'

      'Not so hard as I,' said Gower, and spoke of the oath to come between the girl and him.

      Fleetwood's dive into the girl's eyes drew her before him. He checked a spirt of exclamations.

      'You fancy the brute had a crack for revenge and mistook his man?'

      'That's what I want her ladyship to know,' said Gower.

      'How could you let her hear of it?'

      'Nothing can be concealed from her.'

      The earl was impressionable to the remark, in his disgust at the incident. It added a touch of a new kind of power to her image.

      'She's aware of my coming?'

      'To-day or to-morrow.'

      They scaled the phaeton and drove.

      'You undervalue Lord Feltre. You avoid your adversaries,' Fleetwood now rebuked his hearer. 'It 's an easy way to have the pull of them in your own mind. You might learn from him. He's willing for controversy. Nature-worship—or "aboriginal genuflexion," he calls it; Anglicanism, Methodism; he stands to engage them. It can't be doubted, that in days of trouble he has a faith "stout as a rock, with an oracle in it," as he says; and he's right," men who go into battle require a rock to back them or a staff to lean on." You have your "secret," you think; as far as I can see, it's to keep you from going into any form of battle.'

      The new influence at work on the young nobleman was evident, if only in the language used.

      Gower answered mildly: 'That can hardly be said of a man who's going to marry.'

      'Perhaps not. Lady Fleetwood is aware?'

      'Lady Fleetwood does me the honour to approve my choice.'

      'You mean, you're dead on to it with this girl?'

      'For a year or more.'

      'Fond of her?'

      'All my heart.'

      'In love!'

      'Yes, in love. The proof of it is, I 've asked her now I can support her as a cottager leaning on the Three Per Cents.'

      'Well, it helps you to a human kind of talk. It carries out your theories. I never disbelieved in your honesty. The wisdom's another matter. Did you ever tell any one, that there's not an act of a man's life lies dead behind him, but it is blessing or cursing him every step he takes?'

      'By that,' rejoined Gower, 'I can say Lord Feltre proves there's wisdom in the truisms of devoutness.'

      He thought the Catholic lord had gone a step or two to catch an eel.

      Fleetwood was looking on the backward of his days, beholding a melancholy sunset, with a grimace in it.

      'Lord Feltre might show you the "leanness of Philosophy";—you would learn from hearing him:—"an old gnawed bone for the dog that chooses to be no better than a dog."'

      'The vertiginous roast haunch is recommended,' Gower said.

      'See a higher than your own head, good sir. But, hang the man! he manages to hit on the thing he wants.' Fleetwood set his face at Gower with cutting heartiness. 'In love, you say, and Madge: and mean it to be the holy business! Well, poor old Chummy always gave you credit for knowing how to play your game. She has given proof she 's a good girl. I don't see why it shouldn't end well. That attack on the Welshman's the bad lookout. Explained, if you like, but women's impressions won't get explained away. We must down on our knees or they. Her ladyship attentive at all to affairs of the house?'

      'Every day with Queeney; at intervals with Leddings.'

      'Excellent! You speak like a fellow recording the devout observances of a great dame with her minor and superior, ecclesiastical comforters. Regular at church?'

      'Her ladyship goes.'

      'A woman without religion, Gower Woodseer, is a weed on the water, or she's hard as nails. We shall see. Generally, Madge and the youngster parade the park at this hour. I drive round to the stables. Go in and offer your version of that rascally dog's trick. It seems the nearest we can come at. He's a sot, and drunken dogs 'll do anything. I've had him on my hands, and I've got the stain of him.'

      They trotted through Esslemont Park gates. 'I've got that place, Calesford, on my hands, too,' the earl said, suddenly moved to a liking for his Kentish home.

      He and Gower were struck by a common thought of the extraordinary burdens his indulgence in impulses drew upon him. Present circumstances pictured to Gower the opposing weighed and matured good reason for his choosing Madge, and he complimented himself in his pity for the earl. But Fleetwood, as he reviewed a body of acquaintances perfectly free from the wretched run in harness, though they had their fits and their whims, was pushed to the conclusion that fatalism marked his particular course through life. He could not hint at such an idea to the unsympathetic fellow, or rather, the burly antagonist to anything of the sort, beside him. Lord Feltre would have understood and appreciated it instantly. Where is aid to be had if we have the Fates against us? Feltre knew the Power, he said; was an example of 'the efficacy of supplications'; he had been 'fatally driven to find the Power,' and had found it—on the road to Rome, of course: not a delectable road for an English nobleman, except that the noise of another convert in pilgrimage on it would deal our English world a lively smack, the very stroke that heavy body wants. But the figure of a 'monastic man of fashion' was antipathetic to the earl, and he flouted an English Protestant mass merely because of his being highly individual, and therefore revolutionary for the minority.

      He cast his bitter cud aside. 'My man should have arrived. Lady

      Fleetwood at home?'

      Gower spoke of her having gone to Croridge in the morning.

      'Has she taken the child?'

      'She has, yes. For the air of the heights.'

      'For greater security. Lady Arpington praises the thoughtful mother.

      I rather expected to see the child.'

      'They can't be much later,' Gower supposed.

      'You don't feel your long separation from "the object"?'

      Letting him have his cushion for pins, Gower said 'It needs all my philosophy:

      He was pricked and probed for the next five minutes; not bad rallying, the earl could be smart when he smarted. Then they descended the terrace to meet Lady Fleetwood driving her pony-trap. She gave a brief single nod to the salute of her lord, quite in the town-lady's manner, surprisingly.

      CHAPTER XLI

      IN WHICH THE FATES ARE SEEN AND A CHOICE OF THE REFUGES FROM THEM

      The home of husband and wife was under one roof at last. Fleetwood went, like one deported, to his wing of the house, physically sensible,

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