shake his resolution, and to make him submit himself again to

Miss Eyrecourt's fascinations. What means of persuasion she used
to effect this purpose is of course unknown to us. Penrose saw

Romayne after her ladyship's departure, and describes him as
violently agitated. I can quite understand it. His resolution to

take refuge in secret flight (it is really nothing less) speaks
for itself as to the impression produced on him, and the danger

from which, for the time at least, we have escaped.
Yes! I say "for the time at least." Don't let our reverend

fathers suppose that the money expended on my private inquiries
has been money thrown away. Where these miserable love affairs

are concerned, women are daunted by no adverse circumstances and
warned by no defeat. Romayne has left London, in dread of his own

weakness--we must not forget that. The day may yet come when
nothing will interpose between us and failure but my knowledge of

events in Miss Eyrecourt's life.
For the present, there is no more to be said.

CHAPTER XI.
STELLA ASSERTS HERSELF.

Two days after Father Benwell had posted his letter to Rome, Lady
Loring entered her husband's study, and asked eagerly if he had

heard any news of Romayne.
Lord Loring shook his head. "As I told you yesterday," he said,

"the proprietor of the hotel can give me no information. I went
myself this morning to the bankers, and saw the head partner. He

offered to forward letters, but he could do no more. Until
further notice, he was positively enjoined not to disclose

Romayne's address to anybody. How does Stella bear it?"
"In the worst possible way," Lady Loring answered. "In silence."

"Not a word even to you?"
"Not a word."

At that reply, the servant interrupted them by announcing the
arrival of a visitor, and presenting his card. Lord Loring

started, and handed it to his wife. The card bore the name of
"Major Hynd," and this line was added in pencil: "On business

connected with Mr. Romayne. "
"Show him in directly!" cried Lady Loring.

Lord Loring remonstrated. "My dear! perhaps I had better see this
gentleman alone?"

"Certainly not--unless you wish to drive me into committing an
act of the most revolting meanness! If you send me away I shall

listen at the door."
Major Hynd was shown in, and was duly presented to Lady Loring.

After making the customary apologies, he said: "I returned to
London last night, expressly to see Romayne on a matter of

importance. Failing to discover his present address at the hotel,
I had the hope that your lordship might be able to direct me to

our friend."
I am sorry to say I know no more than you do," Lord Loring

replied. "Romayne's present address is a secret confided to his
bankers, and to no one else. I will give you their names, if you

wish to write to him.
Major Hynd hesitated. "I am not quite sure that it would be

discreet to write to him, under the circumstances."
Lady Loring could no longer keep silence. "Is it possible, Major

Hynd, to tell us what the circumstances are?" she asked. "I am
almost as old a friend of Romayne as my husband--and I am very

anxious about him."
The Major looked embarrassed. "I can hardly answer your

ladyship," he said, "without reviving painfulrecollections--"
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you mean the duel?" she inquired.
Lord Loring interposed. "I should tell you, Major Hynd, that Lady

Loring is as well informed as I am of what happened at Boulogne,
and of the deplorable result, so far as Romayne is concerned. If

you still wish to speak to me privately, I will ask you to
accompany me into the next room."

Major Hynd's embarrassment vanished. "After what you tell me," he
said, "I hope to be favored with Lady Loring's advice. You both

know that Romayne fought the fatal duel with a son of the French
General who had challenged him. When we returned to England, we

heard that the General and his family had been driven away from
Boulogne by pecuniary difficulties. Romayne, against my advice,

wrote to the surgeon who had been present at the duel, desiring
that the General's place of retreat might be discovered, and

expressing his wish to assist the family anonymously, as their
Unknown Friend. The motive, of course, was, in his own words, 'to

make some little atonement to the poor people whom he had
wronged.' I thought it a rash proceeding at the time; and I am

confirmed in my opinion by a letter from the surgeon, received
yesterday. Will you kindly read it to Lady Loring?"

He handed the letter to Lord Loring. Translated from the French,
it ran as follows:

"SIR--I am at last able to answer Mr. Romayne's letter
definitely, with the courteousassistance of the French Consul in

London, to whom I applied when other means of investigation had
produced no result.

"A week since the General died, circumstances connected with the
burial expenses informed the Consul that he had taken refuge from

his creditors, not in Paris as we supposed, but in London. The
address is, Number 10, Camp's Hill, Islington. I should also add

that the General, for obvious reasons, lived in London under the
assumed name of Marillac. It will be necessary, therefore, to

inquire for his widow by the name of Madame Marillac.
"You will perhaps be surprised to find that I address these lines

to you, instead of to Mr. Romayne. The reason is soon told.
"I was acquainted with the late General--as you know--at a time

when I was not aware of the company that he kept, or of the
deplorable errors into which his love of gambling had betrayed

him. Of his widow and his children I know absolutely nothing.
Whether they have resisted the contaminating influence of the

head of the household--or whether poverty and bad example
combined have hopelessly degraded them--I cannot say. There is at

least a doubt whether they are worthy of Mr. Romayne's benevolent
intentions toward them. As an honest man, I cannot feel this

doubt, and reconcile it to my conscience to be the means, however
indirectly, of introducing them to Mr. Romayne. To your

discretion I leave it to act for the best, after this warning."
Lord Loring returned the letter to Major Hynd. "I agree with

you," he said. "It is more than doubtful whether you ought to
communicate this information to Romayne."

Lady Loring was not quite of her husband's opinion. "While there
is a doubt about these people," she said, "it seems only just to

find out what sort of character they bear in the neighborhood. In
your place, Major Hynd, I should apply to the person in whose

house they live, or to the tradespeople whom they have employed."
"I am obliged to leave London again to-day," the Major replied;

"but on my return I will certainly follow your ladyship's
advice."

"And you will let us know the result?"
"With the greatest pleasure."

Major Hynd took his leave. "I think you will be responsible for
wasting the Major's time," said Lord Loring, when the visitor had

retired.
"I think not," said Lady Loring.

She rose to leave the room. "Are you going out?" her husband
asked.