his own little stock of scandal to the memoirs of the Countess.

It was doubtful whether she was really, what she called herself,
a Dalmatian lady. It was doubtful whether she had ever

been married to the Count whose widow she assumed to be.
It was doubtful whether the man who accompanied her in her travels

(under the name of Baron Rivar, and in the character of her brother)
was her brother at all. Report pointed to the Baron as a gambler at

every 'table' on the Continent. Report whispered that his so-called
sister had narrowly escaped being implicated in a famous trial

for poisoning at Vienna--that she had been known at Milan as a spy
in the interests of Austria--that her 'apartment' in Paris had been

denounced to the police as nothing less than a private gambling-house--
and that her present appearance in England was the natural result

of the discovery. Only one member of the assembly in the smoking-room
took the part of this much-abused woman, and declared that her

character had been most cruelly and most unjustly assailed.
But as the man was a lawyer, his interference went for nothing:

it was naturally attributed to the spirit of contradiction inherent
in his profession. He was asked derisively what he thought

of the circumstances under which the Countess had become
engaged to be married; and he made the characteristic answer,

that he thought the circumstances highly creditable to both parties,
and that he looked on the lady's future husband as a most

enviable man.
Hearing this, the Doctor raised another shout of astonishment by

inquiring the name of the gentleman whom the Countess was about to marry.
His friends in the smoking-room decidedunanimously that the

celebrated physician must be a second 'Rip-van-Winkle,' and that
he had just awakened from a supernatural sleep of twenty years.

It was all very well to say that he was devoted to his profession,
and that he had neither time nor inclination to pick up fragments

of gossip at dinner-parties and balls. A man who did not know
that the Countess Narona had borrowed money at Homburg of no less

a person than Lord Montbarry, and had then deluded him into making
her a proposal of marriage, was a man who had probably never heard

of Lord Montbarry himself. The younger members of the club,
humouring the joke, sent a waiter for the 'Peerage'; and read aloud

the memoir of the nobleman in question, for the Doctor's benefit--
with illustrative morsels of information interpolated by themselves.

'Herbert John Westwick. First Baron Montbarry, of Montbarry,
King's County, Ireland. Created a Peer for distinguished military

services in India. Born, 1812. Forty-eight years old, Doctor,
at the present time. Not married. Will be married next week,

Doctor, to the delightful creature we have been talking about.
Heir presumptive, his lordship's next brother, Stephen Robert,

married to Ella, youngest daughter of the Reverend Silas Marden,
Rector of Runnigate, and has issue, three daughters. Younger brothers

of his lordship, Francis and Henry, unmarried. Sisters of his lordship,
Lady Barville, married to Sir Theodore Barville, Bart.; and Anne,

widow of the late Peter Norbury, Esq., of Norbury Cross.
Bear his lordship's relations well in mind, Doctor. Three brothers

Westwick, Stephen, Francis, and Henry; and two sisters, Lady Barville
and Mrs. Norbury. Not one of the five will be present at the marriage;

and not one of the five will leave a stone unturned to stop it,
if the Countess will only give them a chance. Add to these hostile

members of the family another offended relative not mentioned in the
'Peerage,' a young lady--'

A sudden outburst of protest in more than one part of the room stopped
the coming disclosure, and released the Doctor from further persecution.

'Don't mention the poor girl's name; it's too bad to make a joke of that
part of the business; she has behaved nobly under shameful provocation;

there is but one excuse for Montbarry--he is either a madman or a fool.'
In these terms the protest expressed itself on all sides.

Speaking confidentially to his next neighbour, the Doctor
discovered that the lady referred to was already known to him

(through the Countess's confession) as the lady deserted by
Lord Montbarry. Her name was Agnes Lockwood. She was described

as being the superior of the Countess in personal attraction,
and as being also by some years the younger woman of the two.

Making all allowance for the follies that men committed every day
in their relations with women, Montbarry's delusion was still

the most monstrousdelusion on record. In this expression
of opinion every man present agreed--the lawyer even included.

Not one of them could call to mind the innumerable instances in
which the sexual influence has proved irresistible in the persons

of women without even the pretension to beauty. The very members
of the club whom the Countess (in spite of her personal disadvantages)

could have most easily fascinated, if she had thought it worth her while,
were the members who wondered most loudly at Montbarry's choice of

a wife.
While the topic of the Countess's marriage was still the one topic

of conversation, a member of the club entered the smoking-room
whose appearance instantly produced a dead silence.

Doctor Wybrow's next neighbour whispered to him, 'Montbarry's brother--
Henry Westwick!'

The new-comer looked round him slowly, with a bitter smile.
'You are all talking of my brother,'he said. 'Don't mind me.

Not one of you can despise him more heartily than I do.
Go on, gentlemen--go on!'

But one man present took the speaker at his word. That man was
the lawyer who had already undertaken the defence of the Countess.

'I stand alone in my opinion,' he said, 'and I am not ashamed of
repeating it in anybody's hearing. I consider the Countess Narona to be

a cruelly-treated woman. Why shouldn't she be Lord Montbarry's wife?
Who can say she has a mercenarymotive in marrying him?'

Montbarry's brother turned sharply on the speaker. 'I say it!'
he answered.

The reply might have shaken some men. The lawyer stood on his
ground as firmly as ever.

'I believe I am right,' he rejoined, 'in stating that his lordship's
income is not more than sufficient to support his station in life;

also that it is an income derived almost entirely from landed property
in Ireland, every acre of which is entailed.'

Montbarry's brother made a sign, admitting that he had no objection
to offer so far.

'If his lordship dies first,' the lawyer proceeded, 'I have been
informed that the only provision he can make for his widow consists

in a rent-charge on the property of no more than four hundred a year.
His retiring pension and allowances, it is well known, die with him.

Four hundred a year is therefore all that he can leave to the Countess,
if he leaves her a widow.'

'Four hundred a year is not all,' was the reply to this.
'My brother has insured his life for ten thousand pounds;

and he has settled the whole of it on the Countess, in the event
of his death.'

This announcement produced a strong sensation. Men looked at each other,
and repeated the three startling words, 'Ten thousand pounds!'

Driven fairly to the wall, the lawyer made a last effort to defend
his position.

'May I ask who made that settlement a condition of the marriage?'
he said. 'Surely it was not the Countess herself?.'

Henry Westwick answered, 'it was the Countess's brother'; and added,
'which comes to the same thing.'

After that, there was no more to be said--so long, at least,
as Montbarry's brother was present. The talk flowed into other channels;

and the Doctor went home.
But his morbid curiosity about the Countess was not set at rest yet.

In his leisure moments he found himself wondering whether Lord
Montbarry's family would succeed in stopping the marriage after all.

And more than this, he was conscious of a growing desire to see
the infatuated man himself. Every day during the brief interval before

the wedding, he looked in at the club, on the chance of hearing some news.
Nothing had happened, so far as the club knew. The Countess's position

was secure; Montbarry's resolution to be her husband was unshaken.
They were both Roman Catholics, and they were to be married at

the chapel in Spanish Place. So much the Doctor discovered about them--